SimGuruRusskii's Blog
: January 2012
Song of the Day: Molinos de Viento - Mago de Oz
POSTED ON 01/26/12
Si acaso tú no ves
Mas allá de tu nariz
Y no oyes a una flor reír

Si no puedes hablar
Sin tener que oír tu voz
Utilizando el corazón

Amigo Sancho escúchame,
No todo tiene aquí un porqué
Un camino lo hacen los pies

Hay un mundo por descubrir
Y una vida que arrancar
De brazos del guión final

A veces siento al despertar
Que el sueño es la realidad

Bebe, canta, sueña
Siente que el viento
Ha sido hecho para ti
Vive, escucha y habla
Usando para eso
el corazón

Siente que la lluvia
Besa tu cara
Cuando haces el amor
Grita con el alma
Grita tan alto
Que de tu vida, tú seas
Amigo el único actor

Sí acaso tu opinión
Cabe en un sí o un no
Y no sabes rectificar

Si puedes definir
el odio o el amor
Amigo que desilusión

No todo es blanco,
O *****: es gris
Todo depende del matiz,
Busca y aprende a distinguir

La luna puede calentar
Y el sol tus noches acunar
Los arboles mueren de pie.

He visto un manantial llorar
Al ver sus aguas ir al mar.

Bebe, canta, sueña
Siente que el viento
Ha sido hecho para ti
Vive, escucha y habla
Usando para eso
el corazón

Siente que la lluvia
Besa tu cara
Cuando haces el amor
Grita con el alma
Grita tan alto
Que de tu vida, tú seas
Amigo el único actor

A veces siento al despertar
Que el sueño es la realidad

Bebe, canta, sueña
Siente que el viento
Ha sido hecho para ti
Vive, escucha y habla
Usando para eso
el corazón

Siente que la lluvia
Besa tu cara
Cuando haces el amor
Grita con el alma
Grita tan alto

Bebe, canta, sueña
Siente que el viento
Ha sido hecho para ti
Vive, escucha y habla
Usando para eso
el corazón

Siente que la lluvia
Besa tu cara
Cuando haces el amor
Grita con el alma
Grita tan alto
Que de tu vida, tú seas
Amigo el único actor
Song of the day: Dreamer Deceiver - Judas Priest
POSTED ON 01/25/12
Standing by my window, breathing summer breeze. Saw a figure floating, \'neath the willow tree.

Asked us if we were happy, we said we didn\'t know. Took us by the hands and up we go

We followed the dreamer through the purple hazy clouds. He could control our sense of time.

We thought we were lost but no matter how we tried. Everyone was in peace of mind.

We felt the sensations drift inside our frames, finding complete contentment there and all the tensions that hurt us in the past just seemed to vanish in thin air.

He said in the cosmos is a single sonic sound that is vibrating constantlyand if we could grip and hold on to the note, we would see our minds were free...oh they\'re free

We are lost above, floating way up high. If you think you can find a way
You can surely try
Anathema-Are you there?...For my best friend that is no longer here.
POSTED ON 01/24/12
Are you there? Is it wonderful to know all the ghosts...
All the ghosts...Freak my selfish out
My mind is happy, need to learn to let it go. I know you\'d do no harm to me.

But since you\'ve been gone I\'ve been lost inside. Tried and failed as we walked by the riverside and I wish you could see the love in her eyes. The best friend that eluded you lost in time burned alive in the heat of a grieving mind

But what can I say now? It couldn\'t be more wrong, \'cos there\'s no one there
Unmistakably lost and without a care, did we lose all the love that we could have shared. And its wearing me down

And its turning me round, and I can\'t find a way

Now to find it out...Where are you when I need you...

Are you there?
One of my favorite song lyrics: Nightwish-Sleeping Sun
POSTED ON 01/24/12
The sun is sleeping quietly. Once upon a century. Wistful oceans calm and red, ardent caresses laid to rest.For my dreams I hold my life, for wishes I behold my night.The truth at the end of time, losing faith makes a crimeI wish for this night-time, to last for a lifetime.The darkness around me shores of a solar sea. Oh how I wish to go down with the sun. Sleeping, weeping with you.Sorrow has a human heartFrom my god it will depart, I\'d sail before a thousand moons. Never finding where to go, two hundred twenty-two days of light will be desired by a night.A moment for the poet\'s play, until there\'s nothing left to sayI wish for this night-time...I wish for this night-time...