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Lo que sentí al escuchar "Jueves de la oreja de Van Gohg me llevó a indagar el porque de esas melodías tan tristes de una historia de amor tan bonita.
Es el tercer sencillo del Album a las 5 en el Astoria y está dedicada a las víctimas de los atentados del 11 de marzo de 2004.
No quiero despedirme sin agradecer a todos los que me han comentado y votado en mis publicaciones anteriores Gracias sus palabras nos motivan a seguir trabajando para hacer contenido de calidad para ustedes.
Jueves
Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista
Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista
Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón
Y preguntarte quién eres
Te sientas enfrente y ni te imaginas
Que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita
Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal
Se inundan mis pupilas
De pronto, me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar
Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes
Como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer
Y de estación a estación, en frente tú y yo
Va y viene el silencio
De pronto, me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar
Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios
Pronuncian tu nombre, tartamudeando
Supongo que piensas: Qué chica más tonta
Y me quiero morir
Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo
Yo aún no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos
Cada mañana, rechazo el directo
Y elijo este tren
Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado
Un día especial, este 11 de marzo
Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel
Que apaga la luz
Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos
Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios
Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo
El último soplo de mi corazón
What I felt when I listened to "Jueves de la oreja de Van Gohg" led me to investigate the reason for such sad melodies of such a beautiful love story.
It is the third single of the Album at 5 o'clock at the Astoria and is dedicated to the victims of the attacks of March 11, 2004.
I don't want to say goodbye without thanking everyone who has commented and voted in my previous publications Thank you your words motivate us to keep working to make quality content for you.
If I were prettier and a little smarter
If I were special, if I were a magazine
I'd have the courage to cross the wagon
And ask you who you are
You sit across from me and you can't even imagine
That I'm wearing my prettiest skirt for you
And when I see you yawning into the glass
My pupils are flooded
Suddenly, you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you avert your eyes
I barely breathe, I become tiny
And I start to tremble
And so the days go by, from Monday to Friday
Like the swallows in Bécquer's poem
And from station to station, in front of you and me
Silence comes and goes
Suddenly, you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you avert your eyes
I hardly breathe, I become tiny
And I start to tremble
And then it happens, my lips wake up
They utter your name, stuttering
I guess you think: What a silly girl
And I want to die
But time stands still and you come closer saying
I don't know you yet and I missed you already
Every morning, I refuse the direct
And I choose this train
And we're coming, my life has changed
A special day, this March 11th
You take my hand, we reach a tunnel
That turns off the light
I find your face, thanks to my hands
I become brave and kiss you on the lips
You say you love me and I give you
The last breath of my heart
If I were prettier and a little smarter
If I were special, if I were a magazine
I'd have the courage to cross the wagon
And ask you who you are
You sit across from me and you can't even imagine
That I'm wearing my prettiest skirt for you
And when I see you yawning into the glass
My pupils are flooded
Suddenly, you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you avert your eyes
I barely breathe, I become tiny
And I start to tremble
And so the days go by, from Monday to Friday
Like the swallows in Bécquer's poem
And from station to station, in front of you and me
Silence comes and goes
Suddenly, you look at me, I look at you and you sigh
I close my eyes, you avert your eyes
I hardly breathe, I become tiny
And I start to tremble
And then it happens, my lips wake up
They utter your name, stuttering
I guess you think: What a silly girl
And I want to die
But time stands still and you come closer saying
I don't know you yet and I missed you already
Every morning, I refuse the direct
And I choose this train
And we're coming, my life has changed
A special day, this March 11th
You take my hand, we reach a tunnel
That turns off the light
I find your face, thanks to my hands
I become brave and kiss you on the lips
You say you love me and I give you
The last breath of my heart
Banner e imagen de portada creados por mi en canva.
Banner and cover image created by me in canva.
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