I haven't been watching much television for the past week, so I missed the grammy's! Anyway, this is one of the highlights of the said show... Beyonce and Tina Turner totally rocks!
I'm sharing with you 3, yes, 3 songs today. I copied them from an officemate, i don't know who. I was just browsing this morning in our intranet, and ever the curious cat that i am, i patiently typed random pc numbers and lo and behold! I got lucky and opened somebody's pc loaded with music!
These are hard to find songs, well probably because they're old! As in 80s songs. Again. Anyway, they truly remind me of memorable college days. Bagets era. Hair gels. Rolled T-shirt sleeves. Crayon shoes. Aga Muhlach (who, I think is even hotter today than ever). The Tigers.
Enjoy the music... Ladies and Gents, here's Gary V...
this is another poem by pablo neruda, taken from the same movie, Il Postino. it's a sort of a reply from the last entry's poem and is equally beautiful... and guess what again... this time the narrator is Madonna. ooh, i should really see this movie...
If You Forget Me
If you forget me I want you to know one thing you know how this is if I look at the crystal moon at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log. Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, or little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well now, if little by little you stop loving me, I shall stop loving you, little by little. If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think at long and mad the wind banners that passes through my life and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember than on that day, at that hour I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day each hour you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness. If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
i got this from youtube -- a very beautiful poem entitled "Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines" by Pablo Neruda. this poem was narrated in the movie "Il Postino" which, after hearing this poem, i really gotta see. and the bonus of it all -- the narrator is no other than the Andy Garcia...
Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.
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