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My dear friends, every week in the openmic gets very interesting, then the search for a song to show off, and give a special touch becomes a titanic task, this week I have got a beautiful song, although this time for certain complications, I can not play the guitar, I must travel and accompany my mother to the capital, he has taken me a little game, I keep telling him, I found a song by Silvio, where he expresses himself from within, from a young age and how the world changed him while he was growing up, until he felt giant, and see his reflection in a mirror, as always Silvio has a song for each moment and theme, you will like it, enjoy my humble interpretativo.
El mundo entra por la puerta
Con mil sabores que no puedo recordar.
Cómo ha crecido lo que miro:
Los viejos ruidos ya no sirven para hablar.
Ya descubrí los ascensores,
Los cines y las construcciones,
La fosforera y el avión;
Y otras cosas que conozco bien,
Que cuando niño no sabía observar
(entonces no necesitaba:
Con los juegos siempre basta
Para comprender).
Crecí parejo como un cielo
Lleno de objetos que brillaban con el sol,
Como vivir frente a un espejo
Y no saberlo hasta tocarme y verme yo.
Y todo crece en cada libro,
En cada cinta, en cada cuento
En cada vista alrededor.
Y es doloroso aprender a vivir:
Todo profana la atención vital.
Hay tantas luces en la sala
Tanta gente que nos llama
Que no se oye nada.
Este pedazo de la historia
Es aguerrido para ver y reposar.
Parece que es definitivo
Se rompe todo y todo vuelve a comenzar.
Finding of the Stones
Silvio Rodríguez
The world comes through the door
With a thousand flavors that I can't remember.
How what I look at has grown:
The old noises are no longer useful for talking.
I have already discovered the elevators,
Cinemas and buildings,
The phosphorus and the airplane;
And other things I know well,
That as a child I did not know how to observe
then I didn't need:
Games are always enough
To understand
I grew up even like a sky
Full of objects that shone with the sun,
How to live in front of a mirror
And not knowing until he touched me and saw me.
And everything grows in every book,
In every film, in every story
In every view around.
And it is painful to learn to live:
Everything desecrates vital care.
There are so many lights in the room
So many people who call us
That nothing is heard.
This piece of history
He is brave to see and rest.
It seems to be definitive
Everything breaks and everything starts again.
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