illustrated poems and songs

“Wanderer above the Sea of Fog”

By Caspar David Friedrich

My voice

Within this restless, hurried, modern world

We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I,

And now the white sails of our ship are furled,

And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,

For very weeping is my gladness fled,

Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,

And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee

No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell

Of viols, or the music of the sea

That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

Oscar Wilde

http://bibliotecaderoncal.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/embarcadero.jpg?w=500 Cristina Pérez

When you are old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep

and nodding by the fire, take down this book,

and slowly read, and dream of the soft look

your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

how many loved your moments of glace grace,

and loved your beauty with love false or true,

but one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

and loved the sorrows of your changing face;

and bending down beside the glowing bars,

murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

and paced upon the mountains overhead

and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats

http://mabelcuenta.blogspot.com.es/2013/01/frente-al-fuego.html Andrea Vilariño

Romance Romance, who loves to nod and sing,

With drowsy head and folded wing,

Among the green leaves as they shake

Far down within some shadowy lake,

To me a painted paroquet

Hath been a most familiar bird

Taught me my alphabet to say

To lisp my very earliest word

While in the wild wood I did lie,

A child with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years

So shake the very Heaven on high

With tumult as they thunder by,

I have no time for idle cares

Through gazing on the unquiet sky.

And when an hour with calmer wings

Its down upon my spirit flings

That little time with lyre and rhyme

To while away forbidden things!

My heart would feel to be a crime

Unless it trembled with the strings.

Edgar Allan Poe

http://imagenes.4ever.eu/amor/pareja/silueta-de-una-pareja-162952

Aitor Casal

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Serafín Santamariña

This is just to say

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

William Carlos Williams

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqS49LIb1i8/S_XVngKCADI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ef5Ncy-N5L0/s1600/infiel.jpg David Real

This is just to say

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

William Carlos Williams

http://www.elconfidencial.com/fotos/ Silvia Iglesias

Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,

there were chickens everywhere,

they were standing on my stomach,

they were nesting in my hair,

they were pecking at my pillow,

they were hopping on my head,

they were ruffling up their feathers

as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,

they were on the chandeliers,

they were roosting in my ears,

there were chickens, chickens, chickens

for as far as, I noticed

there were eggs on top of me.

Jack Prelutsky

http://www.fotolog.com/fede__ricotero/29514713/ Diego López

Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,

there were chickens everywhere,

they were standing on my stomach,

they were nesting in my hair,

they were pecking at my pillow,

they were hopping on my head,

they were ruffling up their feathers

as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,

they were on the chandeliers,

they were roosting in my ears,

there were chickens, chickens, chickens

for as far as, I noticed

there were eggs on top of me.

Jack Prelutsky

http://losmundosdeespe.blogspot.com.es/2010_05_01_archive.html Victoria Formoso

Thistles

Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men

Thistles spike the summer air

And crackle open under a blue-black pressure.

Every one a revengeful burst

Of resurrection, a grasped fistful

Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up

From the underground stain of a decayed Viking.

They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects.

Everyone manages a plume of blood.

Then they grow grey like men.

Mown down, it is a feud. Their sons appear

Stiff with weapons, fighting back over the same ground.

Ted Huches

http://armedwithvisions.com/2012/07/12/ted-hughes-thistles/ Alejandro Martínez

My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

W. Shakespeare

http://lulysdiary.blogspot.com.es/2009/03/soy-diferente-ti.html Vanesa Cao

WIND This house has been far out at sea all night,

the woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,

winds stampeding the fields under the window

loundering black astride and blinding wet.

Till day rose; then under an orange sky

the hills had new places, and wind wielded

blade-light, luminous black and emerald,

flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as

the coalhouse door. Once I looked up --

through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes

the tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,

http://illustration2012.blogspot.com.es/ Alejandro Martínez

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,

at any second to bang and vanish with a flap;

the wind flung a magpie away and a black-

back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

rang like some fine green goblet in the note

that any second would shatter it. Now deep

in chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip

our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

or each other. We watch the fire blazing,

and feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,

seeing the window tremble to come in,

hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

Ted Huches

http://rhymeandreason3.blogspot.com.es/2011/03/verse-of-day-ted-hughes.html Alejandro Martínez

Eyes Wide Open

With our eyes wide open we...

So this is the end of the story

Everything we had, everything we did

Is buried in dust

And this dust is all that's left of us

And only a few ever worried

While the signs were clear

They had no idea

You just get used to living in fear

Or give up

When you can't even picture your future

We walk the plank with our eyes wide open

We walk the plank with our eyes wide open we

Yeah we walk the plank with our eyes wide open we

Some people offered up answers (questions)

We made out like we heard

They were only words

They didn't add up

To a change in the way we were living

And the saddest thing

Is all of it could have been avoided

But it was like to stop consuming's to stop being human

And why'd I make a change if you won't?

We're all in the same boat

Staying afloat for the moment

We walk the plank with our eyes wide open

And we walk the plank with our eyes wide open we

With our eyes wide open we

We walk the plank, we walk the plank

So that is the end of the story...

Gotye

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Aldara López

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe

http://www.ojodigital.com/foro/sociales/373815-nino-meditando-por-el-bosque-paseando-en-solitario-un-dia-de-otono.html

David Lamas

Alone























Edgar Allan Poe

http://www.tiempodecemento.blogspot.com.es/

Jorge Carneiro

Alone























Edgar Allan Poe

http://www.colegio-cristobalcolon.com.mx/blog/?attachment_id=241

Jorge Gómez

If you forget me

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

oward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

Pablo Neruda

http://imagenesparaelpin.net/imagenes-enamorados-adolescentes.html

Irene Pérez

Comunism I was a communist throughout.

Justly though, the other communists

looked askance at me. I was a communist

despite their certainties, despite my doubts.

Justly they did not see themselves in me. .

They would not admit my discipline.

My centralism seemed anarchy to them.

My self-criticisms contradicted theirs.

Special communists cannot be:

to think so is not to be so. .

Justly they did not see themselves in me,

my comrades. Like them, I too

was enslaved. Even more so: I tended to forget it.

They did their work, I followed my inclination.

Exactly that: I was a communist throughout. .

Despite their certainties, despite my doubts

I always wanted this world ended.

Myself ended too. And it was that exactly

which estranged us. My hopes had no point for them.

My centralism seemed anarchy to them.

As if I wanted more, more truth,

more for me to give them, more

for them to give me. Thus living, dying thus.

I was a communist throughout.

I always wanted this world ended.

I have survived enough to see

comrades who bruised me broken by intolerable truths.

Now tell me: you knew very well I was with you?

Was that why you hated me? My truth is truly needed,

breathed in through space and time, heard patiently.

Franco Fortini

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José Carlos García

As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.

I have almost forgotten my dream

But it was there then,

In front of me,

Bright like a sun

My dream.

And then the wall rose,

Rose slowly,

Slowly,

Between me and my dream.

Rose until it touched the sky

The wall.

Shadow.

I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.

No longer the light of my dream before me,

Above me.

Only the thick wall.

Only the shadow.

My hands!

My dark hands!

Break through the wall!

Find my dream!

Help me to shatter this darkness,

To smash this night,

To break this shadow

Into a thousand lights of sun,

Into a thousand whirling dreams

Of sun!

Langston Hughes

http://camillaloves.tumblr.com/post/31325179916 Mar Alvariño

Smile

Smile thought your heart is aching

Smile even thought it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by

If you smile through your pain and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining thru for you.

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Althought a tear maybe ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you'll just smile.

Ooohhhh, oohhhhh





Smile thought your heart is aching

Smile even thought it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by







Smile…

Charlie Chaplin

http://www.ms.gba.gov.ar/sitios/pediatria/cineninos/ José Carlos García

Cinderella

I guess you think you know this story.

You don't. The real one's much more gory.

The phoney one, the one you know,

was cooked up years and years ago,

and made to sound all soft and sappy

just to keep the children happy.

Mind you, they got the first bit right,

the bit where, in the dead of night,

the Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,

departed for the Palace Ball,

while darling little Cinderella

was locked up in a slimy cellar,

where rats who wanted things to eat,

began to nibble at her feet.

She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out!

The Magic Fairy heard her shout.

Appearing in a blaze of light,

she said: 'My dear, are you all right?'

'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see

'I feel as rotten as can be!'

She beat her fist against the wall,

and shouted, 'Get me to the Ball!

'There is a Disco at the Palace!

'The rest have gone and I am jealous!

'I want a dress! I want a coach!

'And earrings and a diamond brooch!

'And silver slippers, two of those!

'And lovely nylon panty hose!

'Done up like that I'll guarantee

'The handsome Prince will fall for me!'

The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.'

She gave her wand a mighty flick

and quickly, in no time at all,

Cindy was at the Palace Ball!

It made the Ugly Sisters wince

to see her dancing with the Prince.

She held him very tight and pressed

herself against his manly chest.

The Prince himself was turned to pulp,

all he could do was gasp and gulp.

Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck!

I've got to run to save my neck!'

The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!'

He grabbed her dress to hold her back.

As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!'

The dress was ripped from head to toe.

She ran out in her underwear,

and lost one slipper on the stair.

The Prince was on it like a dart,

he pressed it to his pounding heart,

'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried,

'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!

I'll visit every house in town

'Until I've tracked the maiden down!'

Then rather carelessly, I fear,

he placed it on a crate of beer.

At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,

(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)

Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,

and quickly flushed it down the loo.

Then in its place she calmly put

the slipper from her own left foot.

Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,

cnd Cindy's luck starts looking sicker.

Next day, the Prince went charging down

to knock on all the doors in town.

In every house, the tension grew.

Who was the owner of the shoe?

The shoe was long and very wide.

(A normal foot got lost inside.)

Also it smelled a wee bit icky.

(The owner's feet were hot and sticky.)

Thousands of eager people came

to try it on, but all in vain.

Now came the Ugly Sisters' go.

One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!'

But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee!

'So now you've got to marry me!'

The Prince went white from ear to ear.

He muttered, 'Let me out of here.'

'Oh no you don't! You made a vow!

'There's no way you can back out now!'

'Off with her head!'The Prince roared back.

They chopped it off with one big whack.

This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,

'She's prettier without her head.'

Then up came Sister Number Two,

who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!'

'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back.

He swung his trusty sword and smack

her head went crashing to the ground.

It bounced a bit and rolled around.

In the kitchen, peeling spuds,

Cinderella heard the thuds

of bouncing heads upon the floor,

And poked her own head round the door.

'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried.

'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied.

Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.

My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!

How could I marry anyone

Who does that sort of thing for fun?

The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut?

'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!'

Just then, all in a blaze of light,

The Magic Fairy hove in sight,

Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!

'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish!

'Wish anything and have no doubt

'That I will make it come about!'

Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy,

'This time I shall be more wary.

'No more Princes, no more money.

'I have had my taste of honey.

I'm wishing for a decent man.

'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?'

Within a minute, Cinderella

Was married to a lovely feller,

A simple jam maker by trade,

Who sold good home-made marmalade.

Their house was filled with smiles and laughter

And they were happy ever after.

Roald Dahl

Aldara López

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We are young

Give me a second, I

I need to get my story straight

My friends are in the bathroom

Getting higher than the Empire State

My lover she is waiting for me

Just across the bar,

My seat's been taken by some sunglasses

Asking 'bout a scar

I know I gave it to you months ago

I know you're trying to forget

But between the drinks and subtle things

And the holes in my apologies

You know I'm trying hard to take it back

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I'll carry you home

Tonight,

We are young

So let's set the world on fire

We can burn brighter

Than the sun

Now I know that I'm not

All that you got

I guess that I,

I just thought,

Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart

But our friends are back

So let's raise the cup

'Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight

We are young

So let's the set the world on fire


Than the sun

Carry me home tonight

Just carry me home tonight

(The world is on my side, )

Carry me home tonight

(I have no reason to run, )

Just carry me home tonight

(So will someone come and carry me home tonight?)

The angels never arrived,

But I can hear the choir

So will someone come and carry me home

Tonight,

We are young

So let's set the world on fire


Than the sun

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I'll carry you home,

Tonight.

Fun

http://weheartit.com/from/keepcalmstaypositive.tumblr.com?page=40 Mar Alvaripño

Higway to Hell

Livin' easy

lovin' free

season ticket on a one way ride

asking nothing

leave me be

taking everything in my stride

don't need reason

don't need rhyme

ain't nothin' that I’d rather do

goin' down

party time

my friends are gonna be there too

I’m on the highway to hell

on the highway to hell

highway to hell


no stop signs

speed limit

nobody's gonna slow me down

like a wheel

gonna spin it

nobody's gonna mess me around

hey satan

payin' my dues

playin' in a rockin' band

hey mumma

look at me

I’m on the way to the promised land


highway to hell

(highway to hell)


highway to hell

don't stop me


on the highway to hell

highway to hell


(highway to hell) I’m on the highway to hell

(highway to hell) highway to hell

(highway to hell) highway to hell

and I’m goin' down

all the way

I’m on the highway to hell.

AC/DC

http://noticias.kolbi.msn.com/v%C3%ADa-a-lim%C3%B3n-por-el-zurqu%C3%AD-permanece-cerrada

Diego López

Radioactive

I’m waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and sweat my rust

I’m breathing in the chemicals

I’m breaking in and shaping up

Then checking out on the prison bus

This is it the apocalypse

I’m waking up

I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems grow

Welcome to the new age

To the new age


To the new age

I’m radioactive

Radioactive

I’m radioactive

Radioactive

I raise my flag and don my clothes

It’s a revolution I suppose

We’re painted red to fit right in

I’m breaking in and shaping up

Then checking out on the prison bus

This is it the apocalypse

I’m waking up




To the new age


To the new age

I’m radioactive

Radioactive

I’m radioactive

Radioactive

All systems go

Sun hasn’t died

Deep in my bones

Straight from inside

I’m waking up




To the new age


To the new age

I’m radioactive

Radioactive

I’m radioactive

Radioactive

Imagine Dragons

http://www.businessinsider.com/jp-morgan-seven-red-flags-reality-check-2012-7 David Lamas

Pursuit of happiness

Mmmm ooohh... hey... Ratata... yeah... nah nah nah... nah nah nah

Crush a bit, little bit, Roll it up, take a hit, Feeling lit,

feeling right, 2am, summer night, I don't care,

hand on the wheel, driving drunk I'm doing my thang,

rolling in the mid beside me now, living my life,

getting my dreams, people told me slow my road,

I'm screaming out "fuck that", I'm a do just what I want,

looking ahead no turning back, if I fall if I die,

know I lived it to the fullest, if I fall if I die,

know I lived than missing bullets.

[Chorus:]

I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know,

everything is shining all is gonna be gold (hey),

I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be gooooooooood. [x2]

Tell me what you know about dreamin (dreamin),

You ain't really know bout nothin (nothin),

tell me what you know about the night terrors every night,

5am cold sweats, waking up to the sky,

Tell me what you know about dreams (dreams),

tell me what you know about night terrors nothin,

you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow,

rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow.

[Chorus:]




I'm on the pursuit of happiness,

I know everything is shining... always gold,

I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be goood-ood...

[Chorus:]




Pursuit of happiness... yeah... I'm a get it... I'll be...

good... uughh... oh man... oh alright... oh...

room is spinning, room is spinning... Pat... Zule...

where... oh fuck... oooohhh my god why did

I drink so much and smoke so much oooohhhh!

Kid kudi

Hiding my heart

So this is how the story went

I met someone by accident

That blew me away

That blew me away

It was in the darkest of my days

When you took my sorrow and you took my pain

and buried them away, you buried them away.

And I wish I could lay down beside you

When the day is done

and wake up to your face under the morning sun

but like everything I´ve ever known.

I´m sure you´ll go one day

so I´ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away.

I dropped you off at the train station

and put a kiss on top of your head

I watched you wave

I watched you wave

Then I went on home to my skyscrapers

neon lights and waiting papers

that I call home

I call it home

And wish I could lay down beside you

when the day is done

and wake up to your face against the morning sun

but like everything I´ve ever known

I´m sure you´ll go one day

so I´ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away.

I woke up feeling heavy hearted

I´m going back to where I started

The morning rain

The morning rain

and you know I wish that you were here

but that same old road that brought me here

Is calling me home

Is calling me home

And I wish I could lay down beside you

When the day is done

and wake up to your face against the morning sun

but like everything I´ve ever known

so I´ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away

and I can´t spend my whole life hiding my heart away.

Brandi Carlile

http://cartasalpasado.blogspot.com.es/2010/01/recuerdos-de-una-estacion.html Andrea Vilariño

Hey Joe

Hey joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand

hey joe, i said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh

i'm goin' down to shoot my old lady

you know i caught her messin' 'round with another man

yeah, i'm goin' down to shoot my old lady

you know i caught her messin' 'round with another man

huh! and that ain't cool

huh hey hoe, i heard you shot your mamma down

you shot her down now

hey joe, i heard you shot your lady down

you shot her down in the groud yeah!

yeah!

yes, i did, i shot her

you know i caught her messin' round messin' round town

huh, yes i did i shot her

you know i caught my old lady messin' 'round town

and i gave her the gun

and i shot her

alright

shoot her one more time again baby!

yeah!

oh dig it

oh alright

hey joe,

where you gonna run to now where you gonna go

hey joe, i said

where you gonna run to now where you gonna go

i'm goin' way down south

way down to mexico way

alright

i'm goin' way down south

way down where i can be free

ain't no one gonna find me

ain't no hang-man gonna

he ain't gonna put a rope around me

you better believe it right now

i gotta go now

hey, joe

you better run on down

goodbye everybody

hey hey joe

Jimi Hendrix

http://es.123rf.com/photo_3664303_hombre-amenaza-a-la-mujer-con-una-pistola.html David Real

Starman Goodbye love

Didn't know what time it was the lights were low oh how

I leaned back on my radio oh oh

Some cat was layin down some rock n roll lotta soul, he said

Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade

Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase

That werent no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive

There's a starman waiting in the sky

Hed like to come and meet us

But he thinks he'd blow our minds


Hes told us not to blow it

Cause he knows it's all worthwhile

He told me:

Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie

I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho

Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! o o

Switch on the tv we may pick him up on channel two

Look out your window I can see his light a ight

If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight

Don't tell your poppa or hell get us locked up in fright







He told me:




Starman waiting in the sky






He told me:




David Bowie

http://jacstite.blogspot.com.es/2012/06/el-robot-y-el-extraterrestre.html Aitor Casal

Sweet Child O‟Mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything

Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stared too long

I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of rain

I hate to look into those eyes

And see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me

of a warm safe place

Where as a child I'd hide

And pray for the thunder

And the rain

To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

Where do we go

Where do we go now

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine

Guns „N‟ Roses

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Irene Pérez

Yesterday

Yesterday, There was so many things

I was never told

Now that I'm startin' to learn

I feel I'm growing old

'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me

Old pictures that I'll always see

Some things could be better

In my book of memories

Prayers in my pocket

And no hand in destiny

I'll keep on movin' along

With no time to plant my feet

'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me


Some things could be better

If we'd all just let them be

Yesterday's got nothin' for me


Got nothin' for me

Yesterday, There was so many things

I was never shown

Suddenly this time I found

I'm on the streets and I'm all alone



I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties




Yesterday

Guns „N‟ Roses

http://unpensamientocadadia.blogspot.com.es/2010/02/si-piensas-que-estoy-pensando-en-ti.html

Jorge Gómez

Maybe this Christmas

It's Christmas time and Santa's here,

Making the children smile

But he's just a pedophile

So you better watch your child.

Christmas trees in every house

Covered in shiny lights

But they just turn brown and die,

Or set your whole house on fire

These are the reasons I hate the seasons, but imma give it a try.

Maybe this year I won’t be sad on Christmas

Maybe I'll have a happy holiday.

Replace my heart ache and my pain,

With mistletoe and candy cane

This Christmas, could go my way.

Having fun with all your friends,

Sippin on that eggnog,

But it just looks like jizz

All over your upper lips.

House made out of ginger bread

Cookies like Christmas trees

Giving ya heart disease

And type 2 diabetes.

These are the reasons I hate the seasons, but imma give it a try.






I've never seen reindeer fly

I've never heard the sleigh bells ring

I've never seen a snowman come to life

I've never heard the angels sing

But I hope, and I prey

That maybe this Christmas day

That'll change.









Let's just dance the night away.

This Christmas, is going my way.

Just Dance with me.

Shane Dawson

Girl on Fire

She's just a girl, and she's on fire

Hotter than a fantasy, longer like a highway

She's living in a world, and it's on fire

Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

Oh, she got both feet on the ground

And she's burning it down

Oh, she got her head in the clouds

And she's not backing down

This girl is on fire


She's walking on fire


Looks like a girl, but she's a flame

So bright, she can burn your eyes

Better look the other way

You can try but you'll never forget her name

She's on top of the world

Hottest of the hottest girls say

Oh, we got our feet on the ground

And we're burning it down

Oh, got our head in the clouds

And we're not coming down





Everybody stands, as she goes by

Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes

Watch her when she's lighting up the night

Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl

And it's a lonely world

But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby





Oh, oh, oh...

She's just a girl, and she's on fire

Alicia Keys

http://eyeonmarketingsuccess.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/DontGiveUp.jpg Silvia Iglesias

Hall of Fame

Yeah, You could be the greatest

You can be the best

You can be the king kong banging on your chest

You could beat the world

You could beat the war

You could talk to God, go banging on his door

You can throw your hands up

You can be the clock

You can move a mountain

You can break rocks

You can be a master

Don't wait for luck

Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself

Standing in the hall of fame

And the world's gonna know your name

Cause you burn with the brightest flame


And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame

You could go the distance

You could run the mile

You could walk straight through hell with a smile

You could be the hero

You could get the gold

Breaking all the records that thought never could be broke

Do it for your people

Do it for your pride

Never gonna know if you never even try

Do it for your country

Do it for you name

Cause there's gonna be a day

When you’re, standing in the hall of fame


Cause you burn with the brightest flame


And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame

Be a champion, be a champion, be a champion, be a champion

On the walls of the hall of fame Will I. Am

http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/08/17/how-to-be-the-best-you-can-be/ Vanesa Cao

Billy Brown

Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.

Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.

While it was all going according to plan

Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man.

He met his lover almost every single day

Making excuses for his dodgy holiday

(Unto religion that he said and duty found

They didn't know his faith was earthly bound)

Brown...Oh Billy Brown.

Don't let the stars get you down.

Don't let the waves let you drown.


Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.

Gonna shake the water out of every nook.

Oh Billy Brown.

Oh Billy Brown needed a place, somewhere to go.

He found an island off the coast of Mexico

Leaving his lover and his family behind.

Oh Billy Brown needed to find some peace of mind.

And on his journey and his travels on the way,

He met a girlie who was brave enough to say,

When they made love he shared the burden of his mind.

Oh Billy Brown you are a victim of the times.


Don't let the stars get you down.

Don't let the waves let you drown.




Oh Billy Brown.




Oh Billy Brown.

Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.

Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.

While it was all going according to plan

Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man.

http://lindseybuchmann.blogspot.com.es/2012_12_01_archive.html Victoria Formoso

Die Young

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums 11

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone 14

So while you're here in my arms 8

Let’s make the most of the night 8

Like we’re gonna die young 8

We’re gonna die young 6






Hearts out of minds running 6

Till we out of time 6

Wild childs looking good 5

Living hard just like we should 8

Don't care who's watching 6

When we tearing it up 6

-You know- that magic that we got 8

Nobody can touch 5

Looking for some trouble tonight 8

Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side 11

Like it's the last night of our lives 10

We'll keep dancing till we die 8












Punks take your sacks 5

Stripping down your dirty socks 8

Music up getting hot, kiss me 8

Give me all you got 5

It's pretty obvius that you got a crush 10

That magic in your pants is making me blush 11

Looking for some trouble tonight 8

Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side 11

Like it's the last night of our lives 10

We'll keep dancing till we die -Till we die- 11

I hear your heartbeat to the beat of the drums 11














Kasha

http://www.nosoloviajeros.com/las-10-mejores-discotecas-de-ibiza/

Jorge Carneiro

These poems and songs have been illustrated by the 4ºESO students as

part of their Second Term Project about “Poems & Songs”

IES de Fene (2012-2013)

Shakespeare Sonnet 12 (http://bevgebra.wordpress.com)

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