Redescubriendo mi adolescencia, más bien, mi pre-adolescencia. Redescubriendo la música que me llena el alma, más que la que me llena la ira. Disfrutando de la belleza de las letras y las melodías, más que la furia de los rasguidos y los riffs de las seis cuerdas. Etapas, épocas, hasta eras o como quieras llamarlo.....
Les dejo dos bellísimas canciones de una de las bandas que me marcó y que sigue siendo de mis favoritas, si, así es, una persona que escucha Metallica, Nightwish, Carajo, también tiene como banda favorita a Roxette, como asi a Depeche Mode, Queen, etc. Qué sentido tiene encasillarse? Qué sentido tiene negar la belleza de la música...si te gusta, si te llena el alma, si te hace feliz....
La primera canción es "No One Makes It On Her Own" del penúltimo disco de Roxette, "Charm School"(2011), lean la letra y escúchenla....realmente bella.
Letra:
Have you ever had the feeling
You take it all for granted
You wake up every morning
And expect to rise
Have you ever had a moment
To look into the mirror
To find a person
Who won´t open her eyes
Have you ever felt a presence
(Or is it all in the past, dear?)
So mesmerizing
It chills you to the bone
Have you ever been in love
And overcome that first fear
Well, then you know
No one makes it on her own
Did you ever catch a sunset
Right across the ocean
The universe revealed
And it didn't make sense at all
When you came into my world
Causing quite a commotion
I could have sworn I've met you
Many times before
Cos there's something in your eyes
That links us together
Something'bout your face your lips
Your smile looks so alone
Have you ever been in love
And thought it'd last forever
Well, then you know
No one makes it on her own
Hey, there's something in your eyes
That links us together
Something'bout your face your lips
Your smile looks so alone
Have you ever been in love
And thought it'd last forever
Then you know
No one makes it on her own
Nobody makes it on her own
Nobody makes it
Nobody makes it
Nobody makes it on her own
No one makes it on her own
La segunda canción es más antigua, estaba en el disco "Rarities", creo que salió entre 1993-1995, pero no recuerdo exactamente cuándo, lo tengo en CD (tengo toda la discografía en CD originales, son cosas que uno guarda con apego)...el tema es "The Sweet Hello, The Sad Goodbye", bellísima melodía, solo de piano, la voz de Marie...excelente, escúchenla...
Letra:
Red like fire was the day I met you.
I tell you now, there are no regrets.
In this room there are many memories.
Some are good, some I try to forget.
I thought we were the chosen ones,
who were supposed to fly.
We're very much the same, you and I.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we seem to run and hide.
And I can't help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
My heart was like a runaway train, babe.
I don't believe I've ever felt more alive.
In this room I hear voices linger.
We never talked about the price.
You know you're not the only one,
who knows how to cry.
We're very much the same, you and I.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we run away and hide.
And I can't help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
We're very much the same, you and I.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we run away and hide.
Nostalgias del pasado,
tiempos extraños,
épocas añoradas,
juventud ingenua,
idilios adolescentes,
ideas en tu mente,
sueños en tu corazón,
la vida era una alucinación.
Sueños ya gastados por el tiempo,
es todo lo que son hoy.
Sentimientos encontrados,
épocas de glorioso corazón,
tiempos que te roban una sonrisa.
Cuando te enamorabas
de una actitud,
de unos ojos,
de un ideal.
Cuando el mundo era algo
que podías doblar y romper.
Nostalgias de sentimientos,
de actitudes,
de la juventud perdida,
de la adolescencia hoy lejana,
tan ajena...tan lejana.
Sólo otra noche,
en otro tiempo,
sólo otro momento,
en aquellos tiempos.
