<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:20:20.190-07:00</updated><category term='More than this'/><category term='Roxy Music'/><category term='Human Drama'/><category term='George Harrison'/><category term='Father sing'/><category term='Sue me sue you blues'/><category term='Duncan Dhu'/><category term='Los secretos'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='A tientas'/><category term='We walk alone'/><category term='ELO'/><title type='text'>Una Canción por Día...</title><subtitle type='html'>Espacio para el ejercicio de las sensaciones...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-2970644713962741362</id><published>2008-01-02T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:12:56.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duncan Dhu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A tientas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los secretos'/><title type='text'>10. A TIENTAS. Duncan Dhu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/R3xMVJsII5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XuJ73V8-EOU/s1600-h/postal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/R3xMVJsII5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XuJ73V8-EOU/s320/postal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151076000066970514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tientas - &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duncan_Dhu"&gt;Duncan Dhu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=e66ac94"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=e66ac94" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algún día de 1994 buscando cosas nuevas me topé entre las novedades en Mix Up (seguramente) el que era el disco recién salido de Duncan Dhu titulado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piedras&lt;/span&gt;. La primer canción del CD era esta, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tientas&lt;/span&gt;, el sonido de las guitarras (la electrica y la acústica) me puso de buenas y me impulsó a comprar el disco por la grandiosa cantidad de $52.90 ¡¡¡nuevos pesos!!! ¿recuerdan? La canción es extrañamente triste pero la música no comunica mucha tristeza en realidad. Creo que es de esas rolas que pueden levantarte el ánimo a pesar de no contar una historia alegre ni optimista. Tal vez la alegría de la canción radique en lo que fue, lo que se vivió a pesar de la nostalgia, porque se adivina un amor inmenso, de esos que te marcan la existencia... y que de tan grandes, al no estar te dejan sin rumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción tiene para mí ese eco, el de una búsqueda por algo fresco y diferente a lo que había estado escuchando por años... un detalle, destello, sólo eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El disco no me gustó del todo, aunque se pueden rescatar de él un par de canciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto que encontré este cover interpretado por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los Secretos&lt;/span&gt;. ¿Qué les parece? Yo me quedo con la original, pero he de reconocer que esta le da un cierto tinte dramatico que la original no tiene a pesar de la trise letra y eso me agrada, con esa se podría llorar agusto un rato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localautoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=de1195c"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=de1195c" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-2970644713962741362?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/2970644713962741362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=2970644713962741362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/2970644713962741362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/2970644713962741362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-tientas-duncan-dhu.html' title='10. A TIENTAS. Duncan Dhu.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/R3xMVJsII5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XuJ73V8-EOU/s72-c/postal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-1844902312026603026</id><published>2007-01-22T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:12:56.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Harrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sue me sue you blues'/><title type='text'>9. SUE ME, SUE YOU BLUES. George Harrison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RbVHJDjLASI/AAAAAAAAADc/RPww7-zvXz8/s1600-h/splash_ad_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022999180298879266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RbVHJDjLASI/AAAAAAAAADc/RPww7-zvXz8/s320/splash_ad_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RbVEaTjLARI/AAAAAAAAADU/dliI3PVtrL0/s1600-h/splash_ad_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta canción de &lt;strong&gt;George Harrison&lt;/strong&gt;, me encanta, pero en definitiva debo estar de un humor especial para gozarla. El siempre agudo humor negro que imprime a su arte está presente al hacer mofa del proceso en el cual fue enredado cuando lo demandaron por plagio. La canción es típica harrisoniana... desde sus acordes hasta sus extrañas guitarras, me pone de buenas... me hace bailar y pensar en lo especial que era George, en lo mucho que me sigue dando con su música, con su originalidad... con su &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;uniquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Definitivamente un lindo regalo del Ipod aleatorio para mí esta mañana al salir de casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=c7ab6b3"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=c7ab6b3" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You serve me and I'll serve you, swing your partners, all get screwed, bring your lawyer and I'll bring mine, get together, and we could have a bad time. It's affidavit swearing time, sign it on the dotted line, hold your Bible in your hand, now all that's left is to find yourself a new band... We're gonna play the sue me, sue you blues, we're gonna play the sue me, sue you blues. Hold the block on money flow, move it into joint escrow, court receiver, laughs, and thrills but in the end we just pay those lawyers theit bills, when you serve me, and I serve you, swing your partners, all get screwed. Bring your lawyer and I'll bring mine, get together, and we could have a bad time, we're gonna play the sue me, sue you blues... I'm tired of playing the sue me, sue you blues...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tal vez valga la pena compartir la versión demo de la rola... que tiene ese toque único del que hablo... un demo de Harrison... que son lo máximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-1844902312026603026?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/1844902312026603026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=1844902312026603026&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/1844902312026603026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/1844902312026603026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2007/01/9-sue-me-sue-you-blues-george-harrison.html' title='9. SUE ME, SUE YOU BLUES. George Harrison.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RbVHJDjLASI/AAAAAAAAADc/RPww7-zvXz8/s72-c/splash_ad_top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-7455815680295189618</id><published>2007-01-19T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:12:56.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Drama'/><title type='text'>8. FATHER SING. Human Drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RbEfkTjLANI/AAAAAAAAACs/o1QzXPePloM/s1600-h/johnny_i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021829768078360786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RbEfkTjLANI/AAAAAAAAACs/o1QzXPePloM/s400/johnny_i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father Sing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a child, but I am growing, changing&lt;br /&gt;Training my thoughts to be&lt;br /&gt;I am the seed encouraged to dream&lt;br /&gt;And nourished with food from your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want your love. I want to know who you hate and why&lt;br /&gt;I want everything good and bad. All of you, inside me&lt;br /&gt;Father sing&lt;br /&gt;The song that still makes me cry from years ago&lt;br /&gt;When you sang to a little girl&lt;br /&gt;You sing to me still&lt;br /&gt;With a voice so loud and strong&lt;br /&gt;Father though you are gone&lt;br /&gt;You remain with me&lt;br /&gt;You protect me, you make me aware&lt;br /&gt;That the love inside these walls won’t always exist outside&lt;br /&gt;My symbol of strength all powerful in my life disappeared&lt;br /&gt;And I cried&lt;br /&gt;But I remember the first music I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice. I feel you here&lt;br /&gt;Father sing&lt;br /&gt;The song that still makes me cry from years ago&lt;br /&gt;When you sang to a little girl&lt;br /&gt;You sing to me still&lt;br /&gt;With a voice so loud and strong&lt;br /&gt;Father though you are gone&lt;br /&gt;You remain with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=b5fe74d"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=b5fe74d" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta canción causa en mí cierta angustia cuando la escucho sin clavarme en la letra... cuando la escucho (como ahora) con plena atención de las palabras y sus significados, esa angustia o ligera desesperación que en ocasiones me acompaña cuando escucho esta canción con sólo entregarme a las notas musicales que transmiten los instrumentos, se hace ligera y se convierte en ternura. La canción en realidad creo que sí transmite cierta desesperación... esa que se necesita cuando se trata de expresar algo que tal vez no se ha dicho o tal vez no se ha expresado en su momento. Es el grito de un recuerdo, de la certeza de un amor único e interno que parecía que no estaba ahí, pero que simplemente se ha transformado. Entendida la canción como íntima confesión, como callada reflexión, resulta ser completamente amorosa. Y puede recibirse sin aprehensión. Como la recibía antes de este ejercicio de antención plena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-7455815680295189618?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/7455815680295189618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=7455815680295189618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/7455815680295189618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/7455815680295189618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2007/01/8-father-sing-human-drama.html' title='8. FATHER SING. Human Drama.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RbEfkTjLANI/AAAAAAAAACs/o1QzXPePloM/s72-c/johnny_i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-2803656266663677936</id><published>2007-01-17T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:12:56.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxy Music'/><title type='text'>7. MORE THAN THIS. Roxy Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/Ra6hUzjLAMI/AAAAAAAAACg/c99MpV253fI/s1600-h/MF006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021128013371867330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/Ra6hUzjLAMI/AAAAAAAAACg/c99MpV253fI/s320/MF006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción, traída el puro estilo aleatorio por el iPod, me remite inmediatamente a la alegría, a la expectativa y a la ternura que la película &lt;strong&gt;Lost in translation&lt;/strong&gt; provoca en mí. En cierto sentido &lt;strong&gt;More than this &lt;/strong&gt;resume todo el gusto que ese filme me causa. Al escucharla lo único que puedo sentir es alegría y ganas de sonreír, y cada que escucho estas notas. Todas las emociones son lindas... tal vez un poco de nostalgia... tal vez algun dejo de melancolía... pero rica... de la que se goza y te saca alguna lágrima dulce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=1099a69"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=1099a69" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could feel at the time there was no way of knowing, fallen leaves in the night who can say where they're blowing, as free as the wind, hopefully learning, why the sea on the tide has no way of turning... More than this - there is nothing... more than this - tell me one thing... more than this - there is nothing. It was fun for a while there was no way of knowing like dream in the night who can say where we're going no care in the world maybe i'm learning why the sea on the tide has no way of turning more than this - there is nothing... more than this - tell me one thing... more than this - there is nothing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC7RSa9whgc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-2803656266663677936?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/2803656266663677936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=2803656266663677936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/2803656266663677936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/2803656266663677936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-than-this-roxy-music.html' title='7. MORE THAN THIS. Roxy Music.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/Ra6hUzjLAMI/AAAAAAAAACg/c99MpV253fI/s72-c/MF006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-4842265976053400418</id><published>2007-01-16T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:12:57.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELO'/><title type='text'>6. TWILIGHT. E.L.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=06e887c"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=06e887c" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente el aleatorio del reproductor me trae algo para alimentar las sensaciones del día de hoy... o para descubrir algunas que en este día no hayan surgido. Me topo con "Twilight" una canción de Electric Light Orchestra (ELO pa' los cuates), una canción que de golpe me trajo recuerdos de mis épocas del bachillerato y no es que su música estuviera de moda entonces, sino que fue el momento en que "descubrí" a la banda. Esta agrupación no niega ser influenciada fuertemente por Los Beatles en elementos como la búsqueda y fusión de sonidos de orquesta con los del rock. Llegué a ELO por Jeff Lynne, el genio detrás del sonido de ELO, quien se unió a George con los Traveling Wilburys en 1988. Esta canción la siento llena de energía, una energía enfocada al sonido electrónico/orquestral que llena toda la pieza. La letra, a la que jamás había puesto atención hasta el día de hoy me parece llena de palabras escogidas para armar ciertos "mantras alegres" (soné a Bob Ross), ciertos leves trabalenguas que hacen de la rola algo más divertido. Me gustó sentir esta canción hoy... no pensé encontrarme con la Orquesta Luz Eléctrica justo hoy y que me comunicara algo de la energía que siento correr por mis venas en los últimos días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/Ra1SVTjLAJI/AAAAAAAAACE/Bc53w5oeU54/s1600-h/jeff_cello_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020759685566496914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/Ra1SVTjLAJI/AAAAAAAAACE/Bc53w5oeU54/s320/jeff_cello_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The visions dancing in my mind, the early dawn, the shades of time, twilight crawling through my windowpane. Am I awake or do I dream? The strangest pictures I have seen, night is day and twilight's gone away. With your head held high and your scarlet lies you came down to me from the open skies. It's either real or it's a dream, there's nothing that is in between...&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile...twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Across the night I saw your face you disappeared without a trace you brought me here, but... can you take me back? Inside the image of your light that now is day and once was night you lead me here and then you go away. It's either real or it's a dream, there's nothing that is in between...&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile...twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind away from me.&lt;br /&gt;(You brought me here, but can you take me back again?)&lt;br /&gt;With your head held high and your scarlet lies you came down to me from the open skies. It's either real or it's a dream, there's nothing that is in between...&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile, twilight, I only meant to stay awhile Twilight, Twilight, Twilight, Twilight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuy_Znhc6QU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-4842265976053400418?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/4842265976053400418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=4842265976053400418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/4842265976053400418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/4842265976053400418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2007/01/6-twilight-elo.html' title='6. TWILIGHT. E.L.O'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/Ra1SVTjLAJI/AAAAAAAAACE/Bc53w5oeU54/s72-c/jeff_cello_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-1474881887618740593</id><published>2007-01-12T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:12:57.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We walk alone'/><title type='text'>5. WE WALK ALONE. Human Drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RagSlDjLAHI/AAAAAAAAABs/xeEVFvFZqV4/s1600-h/images_johnny_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RagSlDjLAHI/AAAAAAAAABs/xeEVFvFZqV4/s200/images_johnny_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019282212521705586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retomo hoy este blog... después de casi tres meses, esperando con ansias poder dedicarme esos minutos que originalmente me propuse para experimentar la música con un poco más de énfasis en lo que recrea en mí el momento de escuchar determinada canción. Le pedí al aleatorio de mi reproductor de la pc que me trajera una canción y me trajo We walk alone, de Human Drama. Una canción que se percibe tierna y dulce, melancólica... algo nostálgica, ¿será porque Indovina tiene que ver ahí? Voy escuchando la letra y la emoción aprieta contra mi pecho desde fuera y desde dentro. El aquí y ahora... la idea de soledad como la presencia constante en nuestras vidas y ese amor que nos mantiene dirigiéndonos rumbo a nuestros propios inciertos destinos son esas ideas que llenan la música en voz de Indovina. La ternura de los instrumentos que parecen ser tocados con diestra delicadeza hacen de la canción una caricia para el alma nostálgica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=fd51b61" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=fd51b61" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Walk Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frozen as I feel, I live moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;Fast smiles they disappear, changing moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;But nothing will come or go without our pulling and pushing&lt;br /&gt;The pictures we paint, they bring out our tears&lt;br /&gt;We walk alone into the treacherous water&lt;br /&gt;Alone into the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;We walk alone into the hands of strangers &lt;br /&gt;And into the love that keeps us walking on&lt;br /&gt;I heard of a tangled web, if only I had seen it&lt;br /&gt;Was touched by the kiss of death&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel any different after&lt;br /&gt;Pull away from that web. It stretches but never breaks free&lt;br /&gt;The poems we write, they bring out our tears&lt;br /&gt;We walk alone into the treacherous water&lt;br /&gt;Alone into the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;We walk alone into the hands of strangers &lt;br /&gt;And into the love that keeps us walking on&lt;br /&gt;Too many strangers' eyes have laid upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Too many too many shor hands have let me go &lt;br /&gt;To walk alone into the treacherous water&lt;br /&gt;Alone into the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;We walk alone into the hands of strangers&lt;br /&gt;And into the love that keeps us walking on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-1474881887618740593?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/1474881887618740593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=1474881887618740593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/1474881887618740593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/1474881887618740593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-we-walk-alone-human-drama.html' title='5. WE WALK ALONE. Human Drama.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YZc27Sx0DA/RagSlDjLAHI/AAAAAAAAABs/xeEVFvFZqV4/s72-c/images_johnny_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-116114936215894046</id><published>2006-10-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:29:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4. YELLOW SUBMARINE. The Beatles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1433/2149/1600/Yellow_Submarine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1433/2149/320/Yellow_Submarine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told us of his life, in the land of submarines. So we sailed up to the sun till we found the sea of green and we lived beneath the waves in our yellow submarine.We all live in our yellow submarine,yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. And our friends are all on board many more of them live next door and the band begins to play.We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine we all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. As we live a life of ease everyone of us has all we need sky of blue and sea of green in our yellow submarine.We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine.We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZIjZtgyPhS0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rola me viaja a mis inicios beatlemaniacos, me lleva a recordar cosas linda como mi mamá comprándome mis primeros audífinos y cantando Yellow Submarine mientras los probaba en la grabadora de aquel viaje a Veracruz. Me recuerda un viaje no ácido que experimenté hace poco y que me dio mucho para disfrutar estar trepada en el Submarino Amarillo. Esta canción me alegra mucho, me enternece. Me fascina escuchar a Ringo cantando a dos voces y divirtiéndose a cosa de esta canción de Paul... dandonos algo chido a todos nosotros. Es una canción pacheca, pero chira-lira. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-116114936215894046?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/116114936215894046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=116114936215894046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116114936215894046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116114936215894046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-yellow-submarine-beatles.html' title='4. YELLOW SUBMARINE. The Beatles.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-116105879795351259</id><published>2006-10-16T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:19:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3. PEEPING TOM. Placebo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8F2_HpBSBE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8F2_HpBSBE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Careful not to fall, have to climb your wall, 'cause you're the one who makes me feel much taller than you are, I'm just a peeping tom, on my own for far too long, problems with the booze, nothing left to lose, I'm weightless, I'm bare, I'm faithless, I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;The face that fills the hole, stole my broken soul, one that makes me seem to feel much taller than you are, I'm just a peeping tom, on my own for far too long, troubles with the gear, nothing left to fear, I'm weightless, I'm bare, I'm faithless, I'm scared, I'm weightless, I'm bare, I'm faithless, I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With every bet I lost, and every trick I tossed, you're still the one who makes me feel much taller than you are, I'm just a peeping tom, on my own for far too long, problems with the booze, nothing left to lose, I'm weightless, I'm bare, I'm faithless, I'm scared, I'm weightless, I'm bare, I'm faithless, I'm scared, I'm weightless, I'm bare, I'm faithless, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1e-3YZpoHQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1e-3YZpoHQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta canción me provoca un profundo sentimiento de melancolía. Me resulta deprimente pero a la vez algo en sus notas y en la interpretación de Molko la convierte en algo muy dulce... triste, pero ricamente dulce. La voz de Molko me recorre la piel y una vibración ligera me camina por la cabeza. Así es &lt;strong&gt;Peeping Tom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-116105879795351259?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/116105879795351259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=116105879795351259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116105879795351259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116105879795351259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-peeping-tom-placebo.html' title='3. PEEPING TOM. Placebo.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-116067622672317644</id><published>2006-10-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:13:18.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2. RIDICULOUS THOUGHTS. The Cranberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1433/2149/1600/cranberriestop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1433/2149/200/cranberriestop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twister, oh, does anyone see through you? you're a twister, oh, an animal. But you're so happy, now. I didn't go along with you, so happy now, na na na na. But you're gonna have to hold on. You're gonna have to hold on, You're gonna have to hold on, hold on, hold on. Or we're gonna have to move on, We're gonna have to move on, or we're gonna have to move on, move on, move on. I feel alright and I cried so hard, the ridiculous thoughts, oh. I feel alright, alright, alright, alright. Twister, oh, I shouldn't have trusted in you. Twister, oh, a na na na. It's not gonna happen, no. You're not gonna make fun of me, happen now, na na na na. But you're gonna have to hold on. You're gonna have to hold on, you're gonna have to hold on, hold on, hold on. Or we're gonna have to move on, we're gonna have to move on, or we're gonna have to move on, move on, move on. I feel alright and I cried so hard, the ridiculous thoughts, oh. I feel alright, alright, alright... Ah, I should have lied, but I cried so hard, the ridiculous thoughts, ah. I should have lied, have lied, have lied, have lied. But you're gonna have to hold on. You're gonna have to hold on... Well, you're gonna have to hold on. You're gonna have to hold on, Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold. Well, you're gonna have to hold on, You're gonna have to hold on, To me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolores O'Riordan tiene el estilo típico de las cantantes irlandesas, pero su estilo está aderezado con su originalidad y su sensibilidad, así como con su fuerza. La forma que tiene de cantar canciones en las cuales ella habla de tomae decisiones con respecto a las relaciones que están mal, o que no van a ningún lado o en las que se ha perdido la confianza le salen realmente bien. Su energía transforma las canciones en verdaderas protestas y sencillas pequeñas o grandes catársis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/results?search_query=cranberries+ridiculous+thoughts"&gt;Para ver videos de Ridiculous Thoughts, pushen aquí&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-116067622672317644?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/116067622672317644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=116067622672317644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116067622672317644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116067622672317644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-ridiculous-thoughts-cranberries.html' title='2. RIDICULOUS THOUGHTS. The Cranberries'/><author><name>Mariana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155904978029984078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://sp8.fotologs.net/photo/8/51/8/marianadb/1159816047_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875234.post-116060324712497476</id><published>2006-10-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:58:33.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1. JEWEL. Cranes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1433/2149/1600/Cranes.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1433/2149/320/Cranes.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could keep this moment here live away get away and now I feel you crossing my heart shining shining like a jewel ooh put me high on a wall and let's not fall let's not fall sweet dreams I remember it all I remembered it all doo te doo... If I could keep this hour and hold you gently next to me it would sparkle like a jewel and all this means so much to me you know it's gone it's gone too fast wish you could never be in the past but then i'll (have) more to lose alone and screaming eo eo eo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Definitivamente Alison Shaw no tiene el tipo de voz que disfruto particularmente, pero la música de Cranes me parece tan energética y poderosa que no me queda más remedio que apreciar las rolas de manera "independiente" a la voz, si algo de eso es posible. Debo reconocer que tampoco logro entender gran cosa de lo que la vocalista de Cranes canta, así que me he visto en la seria necesidad de buscar en Internet las letras de las canciones... algunas de ellas no las he encontrado todavía... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmwu06UrFX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmwu06UrFX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Este Blog lo comienzo con el ánimo de dedicar un momento de cada día a una canción... darme diez o quince minutos por cada 24 horas para escuchar, sentir detenidamente, entender lo más posible, aprehender cada canción que de manera aleatoria sea seleccionada para la ocasión. Es como el momento de relajación del día... algo parecido a unos instantes de meditación... Las canciones no tienen por qué ser profundas, las letras no tienen por qué ser impactantes ni mucho menos, se trata de conocerlas poco a poco... y utilizarlas como medio para la reflexión... si es posible... espero que el experimento funcione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-align: "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-align: "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35875234-116060324712497476?l=cancionpordia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/feeds/116060324712497476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35875234&amp;postID=116060324712497476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116060324712497476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35875234/posts/default/116060324712497476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancionpordia.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-jewel-cranes.html' title='1. 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