...Días De lluvia...

...Días De lluvia...
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dedicado :
A Laura Nyro.

...en Aquellos Días De lluvia

cuando las gotas

caen...

persistentemente...

creando...

charcos...

lagos...

Alrededor nuestro,

Apiñándose en las sogas

De la Terraza

en las cuerdas tensadas

De la Vida...
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...en Aquellos Días De lluvia...

Bién lluviosos...
es Bueno...
tener A Mano...

un Disco De Laura Nyro...
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Música elegida : " Stoned Soul Picnic ".

De : Laura Nyro.

Por : Laura Nyro.

Letra Original de: Stoned Soul Picnic.

Can you surry, can you picnic? Can you surry, can you picnic?Come on, come on and surry down to a stoned soul picnic. Surry down to a stoned soul picnic. There'll be lots of time and wine.Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine, red yellow honey, Sassafras and moonshine, moonshine. Stoned soul, stoned soul.

Come on, come on and surry down to a stoned soul picnic. Surry down to a stoned soul picnic.Rain and sun come in akin, and from the sky come the Lord and the lightning.And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning.Stoned soul, stoned soul, surry on, soul.

Surry, surry, surry, surry.

There'll be trains of blossoms (there'll be trains of blossoms). There'll be trains of music (there'll be music).There'll be trains of trust, trains of golden dust.Come along and surry on sweet trains of thought, surry on down.Can you surry, can you surry?

Surry down to a stoned soul picnic. Surry down to a stoned soul picnic. There'll be lots of time and wine. Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine, red yellow honey, Sassafras and moonshine, moonshine. Stoned soul, stoned soul.Surry on soul. Surry, surry, surry, surry. Surry, surry, surry, surry…

es Bueno...

escuchar...

A Laura Nyro...

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es como tenerla cerca...

Muy cerca...

en tu casa...
en tu cocina...
en tu cama...
su Voz...
su piano...
sus canciones...
su Musicalidad...
su intimidad...
su profundidad...
su pasión...
su piedad...
su amor...
su claridad...
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siempre junto A Mí.



el Beat.
O4.O3.O9.

A las 11 y 15 De la Mañana

De un Día

De lluvia...

De un Día lluvioso...
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en Ciudadela...
en el lejano
y salvaje Oeste...

...Mientras en el Viejo Sony Discman...

sonaba...
Gibsom Street,
you Don' t love Me When I cry,
Mercy on BroadWay,
The Man Who Sends Me Home,
ó New York Tendaberry.

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Música elegida... ...

New York Tendaberry...

De: Laura Nyro.

Por: Laura Nyro.

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Letra Original de: New York Tendaberry

New York tendaberry

Blue berry

A rush on rum

Of brush and drum

And the past is a blue note

Inside me

I ran away in the morning

New York tendaberry

Blue berry

Rugs and drapes and drugs

And capes

Sweet kids in hunger slums

Firecrackers break

And they cross

And they dust

And they skate

And the night comes

I ran away in the morning

Now I'm back

Unpacked

Sidewalk and pigeon

You look like a city

But you feel like a religion

To me

New York tendabery

True berry

I lost my eyes

I east wind skies

Here where I've cried

Where I've tried

Where God and the tendaberry rise

Where quakers and revolutionaries

Join for lifeFor precious years

Joined for life

Through silver tears

New York tendaberry