All EOS blogs All Spain blogs  Start your own blog Start your own blog 

Mis fotos

This is a very special site for me. I can express this way my perception of reality through these photo image creations and share them with you as if you were at my home.

A poet of the spanish song
Thursday, September 6, 2012 @ 9:02 PM

       Today, in the morning, I have listened on the radi, the interview to Gabriela Bravo (a member of the General Council of the Judiciary).She chose a song, by Joaquin Sabina, in order to accompany the interview.

       The song was "Cristales de Bohemia" and I wanted to tell you this one, because I am get along with Gabriela Bravo, because she said that "Sabina is a poet".Therefore I say that he is a poet of spanish songs.Although....I do not like a lot of lyrics of his songs.I like when he composes absurd phrases, for example, when he says: ".........una noche a las diez de la mañana" (".......a night at ten in the morning (pm)".

      Also, I liked to listen this song, because it tells about Prague (a town that I visited in 1991 and I liked very much).

      Here it is the song "Cristales de Bohemia" ("Bohemia crystals").Please click down here:

"Cristales de Bohemia" (2009).Album: Vinagre y Rosas.

And this is the lyrics:

 

Vine a Praga a romper esta
canción
por motivos que no voy a explicarte,
a orillas del Moldava
las olas me empujaban
a dejarte por darte la razón.

En el Puente de Carlos aprendí
a rimar cicatriz con epidemia,
perdiendo los modales:
si hay que pisar cristales,
que sean de bohemia, corazón.

Ay! Praga, Praga… Praga
donde el amor naufraga
en un acordeón.
Ay! Praga, darling, Praga
los condenados pagan
cara su redención.

Ay, Praga, Praga, Praga,
dos dedos en la llaga
y un santo en el desván.
Ay! Praga, darling, Praga,
la luna es una daga
manchada de alquitrán.

Vine a Praga a fundar una ciudad
una noche a las diez de la mañana,
subiendo a Mala Strana,
quemando tu bandera
en la frontera de la soledad.

Otra vez a volvernos del revés,
a olvidarte otra vez en cada esquina,
bailando entre las ruinas
por desamor al arte
de regarte las plantas de los pies.

Ay! Praga, Praga… Praga
donde el amor naufraga
en un acordeón.
Ay! Praga, darling, Praga
los condenados pagan
cara su salvación.

Ay! Praga, Praga… Praga
donde la nieve apaga
las ascuas del tablao.
Ay! Praga, darling, Praga
lágrima que se enjuaga
en Plaza Wenceslao.

Ay, Praga, Praga, Praga,
dos dedos en la llaga
y un santo en el desván.
Ay! Praga, darling, Praga,
la luna es una daga
manchada de alquitrán.

 

Kind regards,

Luis.

Sponsored by Costaluz Lawyers.

Click down here:

 



Like 0




0 Comments


Only registered users can comment on this blog post. Please Sign In or Register now.




 

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse you are agreeing to our use of cookies. More information here. x