Un año más

 (*) Ignacio Cano 

En la Puerta del Sol
Como el año que fue
Otra vez el champagne y las uvas y el alquitrán
De alfombra están

Los petardos que borran sonidos de ayer
Y acaloran el ánimo para aceptar
Que ya pasó uno más

Y en el reloj de antaño, como de año en año
Cinco minutos más para la cuenta atrás

Hacemos el balance de lo bueno y malo
Cinco minutos antes de la cuenta atrás

Marineros, soldados, solteros, casados,
Amantes, andantes y alguno que otro
Cura despistao
Entre gritos y pitos los españolitos
Enormes, bajitos hacemos por una vez,
Algo a la vez

Y en el reloj de antaño, como de año en año
Cinco minutos más para la cuenta atrás

Hacemos el balance de lo bueno y malo
Cinco minutos antes de la cuenta atrás

Y aunque para las uvas hay algunos nuevos
A los que ya no están echaremos de menos
Y a ver si espabilamos los que estamos vivos
Y en el año que viene nos reímos

Uno, dos, tres y cuatro y empieza otra vez
Que la quinta es la una y la sexta es la dos
Y así el siete es tres

Y decimos adiós y pedimos a Dios
Que en el año que viene
A ver si en vez de un millón
Pueden ser dos

En la Puerta del Sol
Como el año que fue
Otra vez el champagne y las uvas y el alquitrán
De alfombra están

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

(*) Manolo García 

Cuando tú no estas las mañanas se tiñen de canciones tristes

Son como el leve perfume que por un instante te baña y te marca

Cuando tú no estás las mañanas se tiñen de canciones tristes

Rastro, huella de los pasos errantes

Del buscador de señales

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de olvido

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de cariño

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Cuando regresas las mañanas levantan el vuelo

Quizá es el momento de la brisa suave

Que acaricia con tu llegada hasta tu partida

Si regresas las mañanas se visten de alegres canciones

Se disfrazan de sonrisas

Son el hálito justo que apaciguara el pulso

Son la broma o la mano del destino

Si tú regresas las mañanas se visten de alegres canciones

Rastro, huella de mi búsqueda errante

Que sin ti no encuentro señales

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de olvido

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de cariño

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Así que quieres ser escritor?

 

                                         (*) Charles Bukowski

Si no te sale ardiendo de dentro,
a pesar de todo,
no lo hagas.

A no ser que salga espontáneamente de tu corazón
y de tu mente y de tu boca
y de tus tripas,
no lo hagas.

Si tienes que sentarte durante horas
con la mirada fija en la pantalla del ordenador
o clavado en tu máquina de escribir
buscando las palabras,
no lo hagas.

Si lo haces por dinero o fama,
no lo hagas.

Si lo haces porque quieres mujeres en tu cama,
no lo hagas.

Si tienes que sentarte
y reescribirlo una y otra vez,
no lo hagas.

Si te cansa sólo pensar en hacerlo,
no lo hagas.

Si estás intentando escribir
como cualquier otro, olvídalo.

Si tienes que esperar a que salga rugiendo de ti,
espera pacientemente.

Si nunca sale rugiendo de ti, haz otra cosa.

Si primero tienes que leérselo a tu esposa
o a tu novia o a tu novio
o a tus padres o a cualquiera,
no estás preparado.

No seas como tantos escritores,
no seas como tantos miles de
personas que se llaman a sí mismos escritores,
no seas soso y aburrido y pretencioso,
no te consumas en tu amor propio.

Las bibliotecas del mundo
bostezan hasta dormirse
con esa gente.

No seas uno de ellos.

No lo hagas.

A no ser que salga de tu alma
como un cohete,
a no ser que quedarte quieto
pudiera llevarte a la locura,
al suicidio o al asesinato,
no lo hagas.

A no ser que el sol dentro de ti
esté quemando tus tripas, no lo hagas.

Cuando sea verdaderamente el momento,
y si has sido elegido,
sucederá por sí solo y
seguirá sucediendo hasta que mueras
o hasta que muera en ti.

No hay otro camino.
Y nunca lo hubo.

You’ve got a friend

 (*) Carole King 

When you're down and troubled
And you need some love and care
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running, to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running, running, yeah, yeah, to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yes, I will

Now, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
When people can be so cold?
They'll hurt you, yes, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them, oh, but don't you let them

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running, running, yeah, yeah, to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yes, I will
You've got a friend
You've got a friend

Ain't it good to know you've got a friend?
Ain't it good to know, ain't it good to know, ain't it good to know
You've got a friend?
Oh yeah now, you've got a friend
Yeah baby, you've got a friend
Oh yeah, you've got a friend

Blind

(*)  Hercules & Love Affair

As a child, I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
And we would get closer
Get closer
Oh

As a child, I knew
That the stars could only get brighter
That we would get closer
Get closer
Leaving this darkness
Behind

Oh

Now that I'm older
The stars should lie upon my face
When I find myself alone
Find myself alone
Oh

Now that I'm older
The stars should lie upon my face
And when I find myself alone
I feel like I
I am blind

Feel it
Feel it
Feel it
Feel it
Like I am blind
I am blind

I wish the stars could shine now
For they are closer
They are near
But they will not present my present
They will not present my present

I wish the light could shine now
For it is closer
It is near
But it will not present my present
It makes my past and future painfully clear

To hear you now
To see you now
I can look outside myself
And I must examine my breath and look inside
Oh

To see you now
To hear you now
I can look outside myself
And I must examine my breath and look inside
Because I feel blind
Because I feel blind

I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
Like I
Like I'm blind
Oh
The movie will
Mmmm, and feel it
Oh, I feel it
Feel it

Oh, I feel it

Someone like you (*)

(*) Mayer Hawthorne

Da da da du dup

Thank you

If you have some time on your hands
I'd be happy to make some plans, you know

Someone like you

Baby, you could be my Jane B
And I could be your Serge Gainsbourg
Well, I don't know what you heard
But lately, I've been thinking you should date me
But I can't seem to find the words

And I've been out here so long
And I don't know what's right or wrong
And I know that this feels right to me, oh we
And I can't make no guarantee
But, If you spend some time with me
Well maybe we'll find this destiny

Ohh, I just want someone to share this view
All the amazing different places I've been to
All the good times and the bad times I've been through
Baby it could be you

Honey, I got a little money
My pocket's got a hole burned through
And I don't know what to do
Fashionably tardy
The life of every party
I'd rather be at home with you
It's true

And I've been out here so long
And I don't know what's right or wrong
But, I know that this feels right to me, oh we
And I can't make no guarantee
But, If you spend some time with me
Well maybe we'll find this destiny

Ohh, I just want someone to share this view
All the amazing different places I've been to
All the good times and the bad times we'll go through
Baby it could be you
It should be you

Honey, should be you

Hey, what do you say
This could be every day
Why don't you come my way

Tangled up in blue (*)

(*) Bob Dylan

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'

I was layin' in bed
Wondrin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Gettin' through
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was looking for to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul

From me to you
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafés at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue.