"No me arrepiento de tu amor", de Gilda, versiones

La original:

El cover de A77aque:

No me arrepiento de este amor
Aunque me cueste el corazón.
Amar es un milagro y yo te amé
Como nunca jamás imaginé.

Tiendo a arrancarme de tu piel
De tu recuerdo, de tu ayer.
Yo siento que la vida se nos va
Y que el día de hoy no volverá.

Después de cerrar la puerta
Nuestra cama espera abierta
La locura apasionada del amor.
Y entre un te quiero y te quiero
Vamos remontando al cielo
Y no puedo arrepentirme de este amor.

No me arrepiento de este amor
Aunque me cueste el corazón.
Amar es un milagro y yo te amé
Como nunca jamás imaginé.

Tiendo a arrancarme de tu piel
De tu recuerdo, de tu ayer.
Yo siento que la vida se nos va
Y que el día de hoy no volverá.

Después de cerrar la puerta
Nuestra cama espera abierta
La locura apasionada del amor.
Y entre un te quiero y te quiero
Vamos remontando al cielo
Y no puedo arrepentirme de este amor.

"Si piensas en mí", de Jaime Roos

Si piensas en mí.
Un instante de tu vida...
Fue nuestro encuentro.
La cascada de recuerdos comenzó
cuando te vi.

El desvelo de mis ojos se borró,
el futuro de mis besos se leyó.
Quiero saber si piensas en mí.

Una sombra con perfiles de pasión
cruzó mi cara,
un retazo de esperanza me rozó
cuando te vi.

Hoy las chances de perderte me hacen mal
y las ganas de perderme se me van.
Quiero saber si piensas en mí.

Ni azar ni destino serán diferentes
(Si ves que me voy.)
mas quién tornará tu canción transparente.
(Si ves que me voy.)
Los ojos abiertos y el alma cansada,
(Si piensas en mí.)
prendida en tu pelo mi antigua balada
(Si ves que me voy.)
Si un día te alejas o ves que me voy,
al amparo de tu aroma respiré
tras la batalla,
a la sombra de tus árboles soñé
cuando te vi.

La laguna me refleja que quizás
tus adioses son el miedo que me das.
Quiero saber si piensas en mí.


(Si piensas en mí.)
Los ojos abiertos y el alma cansada.
(Si piensas en mí.)
Prendida en mi pelo tu antigua balada.
(Si ves que me voy.)
Si un día te alejas o ves que me voy.
Un instante de mi vida te marcó,
fue nuestro encuentro.


La cascada de recuerdos comenzó
cuando te vi.
El desvelo de mis ojos se borró,
el futuro de mis besos se leyó.
Quiero saber si piensas en mí.

Tristán Narvaja

"Cómo te diré", versiones

Robo sin premeditación, pero con alevosía de Ferdinando:

Sandro de América: vean cómo, apenas comenzado el video, se abre el plano de la cámara cuando el intérprete estira su brazo fuera de la toma, siguiendo la gesticulación interpretativa de la canción.

Alfredo Casero, canta fabulosamente bien e interpreta mejor:

¿Cómo te diré, que aquella flor
que era este amor se marchitó,
que el pájaro de sueños que tuvimos ya voló,
que el vino estimulante del deseo se acabó?


¿Cómo te diré, que ya mis ojos
se cansaron de llorar,
que ya mis brazos se durmieron de esperar
crucificado en la agonía de tu adiós,
de tu tal vez, de tu quizás?


¿Cómo te diré, que ya no hay leña
en el árbol de la Fe,
que la mortaja del recuerdo me probé,
que ya en la tumba del pasado me acosté?


¿Cómo te diré, que aquel amor que había lo perdí?
Ay, ¿cómo te diré
que ya no quiero más saber de ti?
Que ya no quiero más saber de ti.


¿Cómo te diré, que ya no hay leña
en el árbol de la Fe,
que ya en la tumba del pasado me acosté.


Ay, ¿cómo te diré, que aquel amor que había lo perdí?
Ay, ¿cómo te diré que ya no quiero más saber de ti?

"Abort, Retry, Ignore?", by anonimous

A poem based on E. A. Poe's The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing.
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world is wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

"Quizás, quizás, quizás", de Osvaldo Farrés RELOAD

[Este post va dedicado. Usté ya sabe.]


Letra original de Osvaldo Farrés (Cuba, 1947):
Siempre que te pregunto
Que, cuándo, cómo y dónde
Tú siempre me respondes
Quizás, quizás, quizás
Y así pasan los días
Y yo, desesperando
Y tú, tú contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás
Estás perdiendo el tiempo
Pensando, pensando
Por lo que más tú quieras
¿Hasta cuándo? ¿Hasta cuándo?
Y así pasan los días
Y yo, desesperando
Y tú, tú contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás
Y así pasan los días
Y yo, desesperando
Y tú, tú contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás
Estás perdiendo el tiempo
Pensando, pensando
Por lo que más tú quieras
¿Hasta cuándo? ¿Hasta cuándo?
Y así pasan los días
Y yo, desesperando
Y tú, tú contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás


Intérpretes
Relodeado yet again con Gaby Moreno en Gladys Palmera:



Lila Downs, mezcladita:

Nat King Cole, en áspaniol:

Versión de Cake, from el álbum Fashion Nugget:

Versión de Doris Day:

Y te relodeo vía no sé a quién se lo robé (sepa disculpar):
 


Lyrics en inglés, by Joe Davies
You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
A million times I ask you,
And then I ask you over again.
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
If you can't make your mind up,
We'll never get started.
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted.
So if you really love me,
Say yes.
But if you don't, dear, confess.
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
If you can't make your mind up,
We'll never get started.
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted.
So if you really love me,
Say yes.
But if you don't, dear, confess.
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. 


Al dofón, Geri "Spice" Halliwell:

Y de yapa, la versión Ska de Eastern Standard Time:

"since feeling is first", by e.e. cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers.     Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis 


(De is 5. Vino a mi atención en Sirenas ahogadas en vodka.)

“Love's Philosophy”, Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle - 
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea - 
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

(Este poema es el leit motiv de "And The Moonbeams Kiss The Sea", el primer capítulo de la segunda temporada de "Lewis", mi serie favorita.) 

"Lovely Rita", by The Beatles

Mi amor por los Beatles comenzó así. Mi hermano Sago había vuelto a conectar el tocadiscos y los LPs estaban allí. Pregunté cómo se prendía y de ahí en adelante me tiraba en un sillón a escuchar Sgt. Pepper ad infinitum y leer las letras en la parte de atrás del estuche. Siempre me gustaron los estuches de los discos, y los discos de esa época (mi infancia, no la de la salida de los discos en sí) tenían un arte increíble. Era 1987, yo tenía 11 años y mi favorita era esta:



Lovely Rita meter maid
Lovely Rita meter maid

Lovely Rita meter maid,
Nothing can come between us.
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.

Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita,
Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
In a cap she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.

Lovely Rita meter maid,
May I inquire discreetly,
When are you free to take some tea with me?
(Rita!)

Took her out and tried to win her.
Had a laugh and over dinner,
Told her I would really like to see her again.
Got the bill and Rita paid it.
Took her home I nearly made it,
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.

Oh, lovely Rita meter maid,
Where would I be without you?
Give us a wink and make me think of you.

"Creep", by Radiohead, versiones RELOADED

Sentenced:



Richard Cheese (sugerencia de Lilu):



CTKA:



The Cure:



Scarling:



Pearl Jam:



Karen Souza:



When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...


Reloaded thru Zaidenwerg, cover en aspaniol por Vete a Winsconsin: "Soy un crep":

"You're Always On My Mind", de los Pet Shop Boys

En homenaje a la distancia:

Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should
Maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could
Little things I should've said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn't hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, I'm so happy that you're mine
If I made you feel second best, I'm so sorry, I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
Satisfied

Little things I should've said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should
Maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could
Maybe I didn't hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, I'm so happy that you're mine

(Maybe I didn't love you...)

"Ain't Nobody but Me", by Supertramp

Let me tell you a story that'll make a change,
Let me tell you when I'm way out of range;
It's about a man who's crueler than me,
So promise not to cause a scene,
Heaven help the one's you love,
There's no big need for stars above

Well, you can run, you, know he'll find you,
It don't matter now, just look behind you,
You had your warn, and you knew the score,
You got it wrong, and that means war;
So, why'd you have to treat me rough,
Your explanation's not enough.

-Ain't nobody but me,
Gonna lie for you, gonna die for you;
Ain't no fish in the sea,
Gonna sigh for you, gonna try for you,
Gonna lie for you, gonna die for you,
Wooh-

You see, I got a mental disposition,
Sometimes, I'm mean, sometimes I'm vicious;
I'm Dr. Jekyll, I'm Mr. Hyde,
So if you wanna stay alive,
Just give me all you've got to give,
And, then perhaps I'll let you live.

-Ain't nobody but me,
Gonna lie for you, gonna die for you,
Ain't no fish in the sea,
Gonna sigh for you, gonna try for you,
Gonna lie for you, gonna die for you;
Gonna sigh for you, gonna try for you,
Gonna lie for you, gonna die for you.-

(HUSH) Now baby, stop your crying,
(OH YES) I know that I've been lying,
(HUSH) Now baby, stop your crying
(OH YES) I know that I've been lying
(HUSH) Now baby, stop your crying
(OH YES) I know that I've been lying
(HUSH) Now baby, stop your crying
(OH YES) I know that I've been lying
(HUSH) Now baby, stop your crying
AAAaaa