Sam. or you, yes, touch something, sing something to him.
Perhaps one of those six songs that remind boat soon, and I do mourn.
Jacques Brel whispering passionately, shaking, begging me not to let you .
Because if you ever want to leave and come back and tell me and I can not resist.
Not to talk about Cabrel. O how many times I repeated that Je L'aime a mourir in my head.
When I felt it, and when you were feeling anxious your well.
Because even though my mind I play one, and again and again, do not get tired.
With the voice of Cabrel, no.
Cause if I shook begging Brel, Cabrel hugs me, caresses my cheek with two fingers and makes me smile all day.
still remember those nights, early mornings even. Clutching a large cup of tea, her face drenched salt water cascades. Listening to shakira. Yes, Shakira. Before the hip shake madly.
And I learned to take the second time, you made me see the sky even deeper.
my shoes come off the cement to escape the two flying for a while. But you forgot one vital instruction, they do not yet know how to live without your love.
And if I close my eyes and put when you're gone , break inside I still feel like that first time I cried with a song. And shouting, screaming in silence for fear that I hear my mother sobbing.
many times in a row could get to play those four-minute song?
For Everything That I do, reminds me of you. What reason had those words.
When you walk away I count the steps That you take. Do you see how much I miss you right now?
And I missed it. Much, really. Because you do not know, but, in part, were the first.
And when the song reached the final stanza, in the third minute, broke me completely. And my heart trembled with repressed tears.
And very quietly, I repeated that I missed.
Wait, maybe that was not the first. Yes the first that made me mourn, but not my first love song.
had no idea what it was the first time I heard (And it's fifty below) but What if she? I have rescued many times since that first.
And still her. which again leads me, I never respond, if turning the wheel .... She becomes cold and eternal.
people going and it always comes.
And, as The Prince, read three times in life, Sanz words resurface each time with a new meaning.
Not long ago, I was hooked on Maldita Nerea. A very cold day, the right way, I really started to set in his lyrics.
and find inspiration for so many posts, so many beautiful sentences.
If you accompany me so I have not hungry or cold or fear or sleep.
It's weird because I spend the day eating and sleeping. Live intemperate, and I get scared by anything. But how nice to think that you do all that fades away.
But, Sam, or whoever, you know when I need more touches (one song, that is)? On rainy nights, or not so rainy, but melancholy for any reason.
Because I am not the kind that in day-night-melancholic sad songs get to be even more melancholy. But let's be honest, kanye west not want.
Simon & Garfunkel, however, is perfect.
O 3 Doors Down; Hold me when I'm gone . Yes hold me but very, very tight.
Because sometimes hugging a cup of tea is not enough.
Or put on Dylan. Let him tell me that we will be forever young .
And yes, I have said, Simon & Garfunkel. do the best? Probably. I like to listen quietly sing Cecilia, and Mrs. Robinson . And I do not know why, it is impossible not to remember me The Virgin Suicides. S & G always give me reason to revisit it.
If rainy night is more melancholy, perhaps I feel like something by The Doors. Okay, something not Light my fire . O The path of the back door . Strange how some songs that are nights of friends, including holidays, to accompany me always very close encounters, alone with me in my bed, exquisite songs, they are exquisite, which fuse with the pillow and quilt.
And, just before sleep, when Morpheus comes to steal definitely of this world, and my eyelids weigh tons, Norah Jones sounds. That even after all these years, is not know why she Did not Come.
What I do know is when I want to become more rocker.
No, Sam, not the club. Really see me shaking his head at the sound of Rosendo? Okay, I have my days, but in general, no.
Ponme The Softies. Pónmelos when motivated, but not enough to belt out.
Let the story of the pains, or Lola, in through my ears and encourage me unexpectedly.
When finished sure I have wanted for a bit of Guns n Roses.
songs over five minutes always feel like singing in the shower.
Rather than sing, vocalize hiperexpresivamente.
Sweet Child O'Mine Uooooooooooooh . or Welcome to the Jungle.
And so, already out of the shower, I have wanted to I do not feel like dancing but I wiggle as ever while I dry with a towel .
menearme Speaking .. Nothing makes me move like the BEP album Monkey Business. OMG. Have not returned to do anything like that. Boom Boom Boom Poom yeah.
And all the time.
Vale, and if I have the day sexy-or summer-put me is a song with obscene lyrics these Latino and I'll go crazy.
Lady yyyy I can not detach from my mind, I get crazy when i see your body wild.
Oh, my god, that first minute The piece . I dread the day when my mother into my room and caught me dancing to that song. The truth, my mother or anyone. I uncontrollably when I hear on the street.
On the street, Sam, listen to music all the time. Sometimes, if the day is dark, I feel like indie: Vetusta , how big. But in general I need songs that make me feel like a goddess. Because when I walk in heels not need anything else. But by day I need a safety plus, and in recent years there is a list of ten songs siempre, siempre, consiguen dármelo.
Love Sex Magic – Ciara, Justin Timberlake.
Top of the World – The Pussycat Dolls.
Number 1
Beautiful- Akon ft. Colby O’Donis and Kardinal Offishal.
Single Ladies (Put A Ring on It) – Beyoncé
Shtut it Down – Pitbull, Akon.
Maria- Blondie.
Your Really Got Me-The Kinks.
All Day and All of the Night-The Kinks.
need not say anything about Angel , right, Bea, Tere?
The Kinks, one of my favorite bands, no doubt.
All their songs are the ones that make me walk feeling .. I do not know. Olivia Palermo as he walked to work at the beginning of The City.
And almost stride path. Feeling a number 1 , single lady on top of the world , beautiful as anyone believing blindly, always, ALWAYS, in love, sex, and magic.
When I tend to believe more in sex than anything else , Sloth. I think I know their discography memory. Because his lyrics have that charm scroll chuck that drives me crazy.
As Kardinal Offishal and Akon singing Dangerous with that awful American accent but that is the only imaginable to those letters.
Vale, with Dangerous too, am a goddess walking.
Eminem, Rihanna and I love the way you lie better not speak.
Because that song seems written in blood. Written from the passion and hatred, which so often overlap. And the end always hurts both.
And finally, another nine songs that I like nothing more, nothing less, but always take me back to moments very specific. And they have such power, closing his eyes just get me feel the same as in the place where I first heard.
Stand by Me . The Oasis calling me every morning from one of the happiest months of my life. I was away from home, and the road to be covered each day lasted so hard that song.
Kiss me trough the phone . I heard a hundred times in the Canary Islands Holy Week. Hear it again is feeling the heat inevitably Africa on my back, and delicious fruit juice down my throat.
There was one Christmas I only listened to Sloth. Amelie on everything. Christmases were gray, the music of that song, although beautiful, is too.
But we know that after the storm comes the calm or in this case, a storm worse.
A fun week of debauchery in the largest of the Balearic Islands. With my friends. It was an incredible week in which she never ceased to sound Make love dancing .
I had never heard. It hit me and I will hit them, they had it on their iPods from centuries ago. And we walked along the beach, night, day, at dawn .. queens feeling all and screaming that night dancing lose control.
The next month was spent on buses trying to spend as much time as possible with him to achieve reconciliation. And on the bus, in your car, always sounded Bounce.
irony.
Another irony or coincidence, I ended up singing summer Replay on the southern coast of Galicia with a friend. Day after day on the Atlantic beaches recited from memory, and as girl who was a melody, the song was repeated Iyaz in my mind for a long time.
There was-and there-many, many others.
I love songs, composers I admire.
Lyrics that make me mourn and others that had me dancing all night in every club in an island called Malta.
songs in Italian, French. In languages \u200b\u200bthat I won and disturb me. Who remember the taste of lips that you have not try, and others that I'll never touch.
May I remind you, who have stories similar to our happy ending that makes me not feel so stupid for continuing to believe in this.
other end with him setting fire to the house.
Anyway, these are just songs.
Anyway, play it again, Sam.
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