Recomienda una canción a los demás foreros

Pues yo, no es por nada, pero para ver amanecer y para empezar la semana creo que la "culerada" tenía pensado otra cosa.........y de paso tocamos otro género español....mi pequeño homenaje a la "Rumba Catalana" (no podía ser de otra forma)



que tu...que tu....y que tu....tururú



cuchibiri...cuchibiri....



que quieres de mi...que quieres de mi....




¡¡¡arriba el spaninglish!!!....nai no naaaa......




volare...hoooo....cantare hooooo


¿quién dijo por ahí que si no se te movían los piés.....?

Rory Gallagher, un regalo de los Dioses, el rey de la Statocaster



¿Y este público no mueve los pies? ¿Nadie se levanta de la silla?

La canción de Los Amaya me parece -desde la primera vez que la escuché- un temazo impresionante. Por cierto esas cejas no tienen desperdicio...

Llevo unos días "ausente" y es que los problemas en el curro se multiplican...., os dejo un poema de Poe que es un adelanto de la canción que os dejo a continuación ... ( y es que me acaba de llegar a la cabeza)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the
reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven
above, Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams
without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars
never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


Supongo que a esta altura ya está claro de que tema se trata...