en los rayos de la luna que me abrazan,
como una pálida sombra,
bajo el dintel de la puerta,
que me mira
y camina hacia su derecha.
La sombra se desvanece en silencio
a un paso sencillo, lento,
sensual y triste.
Abro los ojos
están llenos de lágrimas.
Has dejado una estela blanca.
están llenos de lágrimas.
Has dejado una estela blanca.
Solo veo la luna que ilumina mi rostro.
Y escucho las notas musicales
de esta melodía que acaricia mi corazón,
corazón,
Corazón que siente el abandono, la soledad
Corazón que siente el abandono, la soledad
la tristeza y que se consuela
tan solo con la imagen
de una tarde
de imágenes felices,
de imágenes experimentales,
de imágenes tiernas
de luz y sombra,
de luz y sombra,
imágenes llenas de vida,
llenas de esperanza
llenas de fe
llenas de gracia
llenas de agape.
Llenas.
Mientras escuchabamos
la lluvia afuera llorar con nosotros
y dejabas una estela blanca.
Mientras escuchabamos
la lluvia afuera llorar con nosotros
y dejabas una estela blanca.
Imágenes de una pálida sombra.
De una sombra hermosa
que llenó el ojo del artista
inspiró la mano de la poeta,
el soplo de vida
de un caracol que se acurruca
en el silencio, y que entrelaza
dos espíritus y dos voces
en un solo vaho.
dos espíritus y dos voces
en un solo vaho.
Los pasos se van.
Los pasos se han quedado en el eco
de nuestras memorias.
Ecos de la perfección hecha vida
hecha tarde, hecha amanecer
hecha agua bendita,
agua insoluble e indeleble.
hecha agua bendita,
agua insoluble e indeleble.
Agua de vida hecha AGAPE eterno.
Agua: Luz, palabra y vida.
Agua de lluvia que salpica una rosa
que hoy sostiene mi mano
que mira mi lente.
Sombra viva y real.
estela bella y blanca.
Existes. Existes siempre en mi.
Existes siempre en mi
como una niña que danza en
la luna de la noche.
Sup MLK
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMA8M7nbYHE
Agua: Luz, palabra y vida.
Agua de lluvia que salpica una rosa
que hoy sostiene mi mano
que mira mi lente.
Sombra viva y real.
estela bella y blanca.
Existes. Existes siempre en mi.
Existes siempre en mi
como una niña que danza en
la luna de la noche.
Sup MLK
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMA8M7nbYHE
Procol Harum A Whiter Shade Of Pale Lyrics
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SQAdwdTSTM
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