Dias Amplios

Desde que tengo estos horarios extremos de trabajo me he vuelto una madrugadora fundamentalista, asi que lo del cambio de hora no me viene nada bien, así siempre me levanto de noche y en verano me voy a la cama de día que es lo peor… pero bueno tampoco nos vamos a quejar, como dice Txarls, que le ha quedado muy bonito, “Dias claros para sonrisas amplias” , hoy ha subido un disco para los días de lluvia pero también para los días de sol melancólicos, para esos en los que te da por suspirar, el de Oran Lavie

Her morning elegance Oren Lavie

Sun been down for days A pretty flower in a vase A slipper by the fireplace A cello lying in its caseSoon she’s down the stairs Her morning elegance she wears The sound of water makes her dream Awoken by a cloud of steam She pours a daydream in a cup A spoon of sugar sweetens up And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain as it pours And she fights for her life as she goes in a store with a thought she has caught by a thread she pays for the bread and she goes…Nobody knowsSun been down for days A winter melody she plays The thunder makes her contemplate She hears a noise behind the gate Perhaps a letter with a dove Perhaps a stranger she could love And she fights for her life as she goes in a storewhere the people are pleasantly strange and counting the change as she goes…Nobody knows


Hay por ahí una compilacion de canciones del gran Sufjan Stevens llamada rarities, que tiene nada más y nada menos que 38 canciones, una de ellas es esta version de Tim Buckley "she is"

She is the day that gives me time to love and linger, love my life til night comes on with sundown scythe to end the bars of pantomime
She is the day of love She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river 'neath me flow all spinning, surging far below along the deep and bending straights
She is the bridge of love She is the air I breathe, entranced awake or asleep, in storm or cold I'm going to wash my lifted ball a sky that calls me out to dance
She is the air of love She is the day through which I walk toward the bridge where she stands She is the air I breathe to sing She is the smile without demands She is the smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn
She is the smile of love She is the air of love She is the day of love