<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:43:13.021-08:00</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='Adios chico de mi barrio'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='PACHI Y PABLO'/><category term='BEATLES'/><category term='pachi'/><category term='tormenta'/><category term='World Lullabies'/><category term='Fado'/><category term='QUILAPAYUN'/><category term='Mariza'/><category term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><category term='Chile'/><category term='Victor Jara'/><category term='Portuguese Songs'/><category term='JOHN LENNON'/><category term='DAVID OJEDA EN SUECIA'/><category term='Eduardo Waghorn'/><category term='Canciones de Cuna'/><category term='Congreso'/><title type='text'>El Cancionero de Pachi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' 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indirecta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;una gota de paz,una fe que despierta,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un zumbido en el aire,un punto en la niebla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un perfil,una sombra,una pausa,una espera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;El amor es un suave rumor que se acerca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un timbre a lo lejos, una brisa ligera,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;una voz en la calma,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un aroma de menta, un despues,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un quiza,un haber, una meta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;El amor va brotando entre el aire y el suelo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y se palpa y se siente y hay quien pueda verlo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y hace que te despiertes y pienses en el&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te llama despacio rozando tu piel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;El amor te hipnotiza,te hace soñar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y sueñas y cedes y te dejas llevar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te mueve por dentro y te hace ser mas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te empuja y te puede y te lleva detras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y de pronto te alza ,te lanza, te quema&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;hace luz en tu alma, hace fuego en tus venas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te hace gritar al sentir que te quemas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;te disuelve, te evapora, te destruye, te crea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y te hace viajar en el filo del tiempo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;remontando los rios de mil universos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te lleva a la gloria y te entrega a la tierra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te mira y te ve y piensa y piensa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y de pronto el amor es la luz de una llama,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;que se empieza a apagar y se va y se apaga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;es la isla pequeña perdida en la niebla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;una gota,un no se,una mancha una espera...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;El amor es la hoja caida en la tierra &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un punto en el mar, una bruma &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;que espesa un peso en el alma &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un sol que se ve, un porque, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;un segun, un ya no, una queja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;El amor va bajando peldaño a peldaño&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;con las manos cerradas y el paso cansado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;te pregunta quien eres?  para hacerte saber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;que apenas te conoce que que quieres de el?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;El amor te hace burla,se rie de ti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;mientras tu sigues quieto,sin saber que decir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y deseas seguirle y decirle que no!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;que se quede que vuelva que comete un error&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y el amor desbarata tus grandes ideas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;te destroza te rompe te parte te quiebra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te hace ser ese que tu no quisieras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y te empujas hermano y te deja hecho mierda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y te arroja las luces del ultimo infiermo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;arrancandote el alma, pisandote el cuerpo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y ahogas de ansias de volver a la nada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y de pronto se para y te ve y se apiada. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;el amor el amor el amor &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4583067385510568778?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/shNa2mEf_m8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-1468530292212098099</id><published>2011-12-25T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:52:56.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>CUANDO TE BESO...JUAN LUIS GUERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yrq0p9vzFKM" frameborder="0" width="420" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando te beso,&lt;br /&gt;todo un océano me corre por las venas,&lt;br /&gt;nacen flores en mi cuerpo cual jardín,&lt;br /&gt;y me abonas y me podas soy feliz ,&lt;br /&gt;y sobre mi lengua se desviste un ruiseñor,&lt;br /&gt;y entre sus alitas nos amamos sin pudor,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me besas..&lt;br /&gt;un premio Nóbel le regalas a mi boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te beso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te abres y te cierras como ala de mariposa,&lt;br /&gt;y bautiza tu saliva mi ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;y me muerdes hasta el fondo la razón,&lt;br /&gt;y un gemido se desnuda y sale de tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;le sigo los pasos y me roba el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me besas,&lt;br /&gt;se prenden todas las estrellas en la aurora,&lt;br /&gt;sobre mi lengua se desviste un ruiseñor,&lt;br /&gt;y entre sus alitas nos amamos sin pudor,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me besas..&lt;br /&gt;un premio Nóbel le regalas a mi boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te beso..&lt;br /&gt;tiembla la luna sobre el río y se reboza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yrq0p9vzFKM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-7030799269247049635</id><published>2011-12-25T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:45:36.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>BURBUJAS DE AMOR,  JUAN LUIS GUERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d0D3Y4MQBbI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un corazón mutilado de esperanza y de razón&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un corazón que madruga donde quiera&lt;br /&gt;¡ay!ay ay ay ay ay ay&lt;br /&gt;Y ese corazón se desnuda de impaciencia ante tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;Pobre corazón, que no atrapa su cordura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser un pez, para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera&lt;br /&gt;Y hacer burbujas de amor por dondequiera , ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Pasar la noche en vela mojado en  ti...&lt;br /&gt;Un pez para bordar de corajes tu cintura,&lt;br /&gt;Y hacer siluetas de amor baja la luna&lt;br /&gt;Saciar esta locura mojado en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta corazón con un ancla imprescindible de ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Sueña corazón no te nubles de amargura...&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay ay Y este corazón, se desnuda de impaciencia ante tu  voz,&lt;br /&gt;Pobre corazón, que no atrapa su cordura....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser un pez, para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera&lt;br /&gt;Y hacer burbujas de amor por dondequiera...ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Pasar la noche en vela, mojado en ti&lt;br /&gt;Un pez para bordar de corajes tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;y hacer siluetas de amor bajo la luna....&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh saciar esta locura...mojado en ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una noche para hundirnos, hasta el fin&lt;br /&gt;Cara a cara, beso a beso,&lt;br /&gt;Y vivir, por siempre mojado en ti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser un pez..para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera&lt;br /&gt;y hacer burbujas de amor por dondequiera&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh pasar la noche en vela, mojado en ti&lt;br /&gt;un pez para bordar de cayenas tu cintura..&lt;br /&gt;y hacer siluetas de amor bajo la luna&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh saciar esta locura...mojado en ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-7030799269247049635?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d0D3Y4MQBbI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-1085409291300445195</id><published>2011-12-25T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:06:43.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>QUEDATE....LARA FABIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yw02DWF9L28" frameborder="0" width="420" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareciste asi...&lt;br /&gt; Y fue el destino que nos quiso reunir&lt;br /&gt; Algun camino de otro tiempo mas feliz&lt;br /&gt; Te trae de nuevo aqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida amanecio&lt;br /&gt; Y cada luz de mi universo se encendio&lt;br /&gt; En otro rostro me dijiste aqui estoy yo&lt;br /&gt; Y yo te conoci&lt;br /&gt; Y mi vida te ofreci....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedate, que este tiempo es nuestro&lt;br /&gt; Y el amor, tiene ganas de volver&lt;br /&gt; Oh, quedate....&lt;br /&gt; Hoy no te me vayas como ayer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te fuiste aquella vez&lt;br /&gt; Y yo en mis sueños tantas veces te busque&lt;br /&gt; Entre los angeles tu voz imagine&lt;br /&gt; Asi me conforme...&lt;br /&gt; Pero ahora te encontre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedate, que este tiempo es nuestro&lt;br /&gt; Y el amor tiene ganas de volver&lt;br /&gt; Oh quedate,&lt;br /&gt; No me dejes sola otra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la noche es larga&lt;br /&gt; Si no estoy contigo&lt;br /&gt; Si otra vez me lanzas al abismo&lt;br /&gt; Si otra vez te vas&lt;br /&gt; Quedate&lt;br /&gt; Por favor&lt;br /&gt; Por siempre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedate, que este tiempo nuevo&lt;br /&gt; Como el sol, nos abriga el corazon&lt;br /&gt; Oh quedate, quedate&lt;br /&gt; Que no vuelva el frio en el adios....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedate, que este tiempo es nuestro&lt;br /&gt; Y el amor solo quiere renacer&lt;br /&gt; Oh quedate, quedate&lt;br /&gt; Hoy no te me vayas como ayer&lt;br /&gt; Quedate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Showed up&lt;br /&gt;And it was destiny that wanted us to meet&lt;br /&gt; Some old road to another happier time&lt;br /&gt;It brings you back here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life dawned&lt;br /&gt; And every light of my universe is reignited&lt;br /&gt; On another face you told me I'm here&lt;br /&gt; And I and you met&lt;br /&gt; And my life I offered to you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay, that this time is our&lt;br /&gt; And love, wants to return&lt;br /&gt; Oh, stay....&lt;br /&gt; Today do not go as yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me that time&lt;br /&gt; And I in my dreams so many times I searched for you&lt;br /&gt; Between angeles I heard your voice&lt;br /&gt; So it gave me peace..&lt;br /&gt; But now I found you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay, that this time is our&lt;br /&gt; And love is wanting to come back again&lt;br /&gt; Oh stay,&lt;br /&gt; Do not leave me alone again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is long&lt;br /&gt; If I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt; again donot launch me into the abyss&lt;br /&gt; If again you go&lt;br /&gt; Stay&lt;br /&gt; Please&lt;br /&gt; Forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay, that this new time&lt;br /&gt; Like the Sun, it harbors us the heart&lt;br /&gt; Oh stay, stay&lt;br /&gt; Not again the cold in the goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay, that this time is our&lt;br /&gt; And just love wants to be reborn&lt;br /&gt; Oh stay, stay&lt;br /&gt; I do not now go like yesterday&lt;br /&gt; Stay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-1085409291300445195?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/1085409291300445195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=1085409291300445195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/1085409291300445195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/1085409291300445195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/12/quedatelara-fabian.html' title='QUEDATE....LARA FABIAN'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yw02DWF9L28/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-2876048923971031538</id><published>2011-12-17T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:11:46.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>SIN DAÑOS A TERCEROS...RICARDO ARJONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V_WCTuBix7I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justamente ahora irrumpes en mi vida con tu cuerpo exacto y ojos de asesina &lt;br /&gt;tarde como siempre nos llega la fortuna, tu ibas con el yo iba con ella &lt;br /&gt;jugando a ser felices por desesperados por no aguardar los sueños, &lt;br /&gt;por miedo a quedar solos, pero llegamos tarde, te vi y me viste nos reconocimos enseguida pero tarde, maldita sea la hora en que encontre lo que soñe tarde, &lt;br /&gt;tanto soñarte y extrañarte sin tenerte tanto inventarte tanto buscarte por las calles como un loco sin encontrarte y ahì va uno de tonto por desesperado confundiendo amor con compañìa y ese miedo idiota de verte viejo y sin pareja te hace escoger con la cabeza lo que es del corazòn y no tengo nada contra ellos la rabia es contra el tiempo por ponerte junto a mi tarde, ganas de huir de no verte ni la sombra de pensar que esto fue un sueño o una pesadilla, que nunca apareciste que nunca haz existido, ganas de besarte, de de coincidir contigo, de acercarme un poco y amarrarte en un abrazo de mirarte a los ojos de decirte bievenida, &lt;br /&gt;pero llegamos tarde te vi y me viste nos reconocimimos enseguida pero tarde,quiza en otras vidas quiza en otras muertes, que ganas de rozarte que ganas de tocarte, de acercarme a ti y golpearte con un beso de fugarnos para siempre sin daños a terceros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-2876048923971031538?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/2876048923971031538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=2876048923971031538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/2876048923971031538'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>I REMEMBER YOU,  DIANA KRALL</title><content type='html'>‎&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Aw2CdbC5EZw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Remember You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who made my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;A few kisses ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who said I love you, too, I do&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember too a distant bell&lt;br /&gt;And stars that fell like rain out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;When my life is through&lt;br /&gt;And the angels ask me to recall the thrill of them all&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall tell them&lt;br /&gt;I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎"Te Recuerdo"&lt;br /&gt; Te recuerdo, tu fuiste el que realizo mis sueños unos besos hace poco...&lt;br /&gt; te recuerdo, tu eres el que dijiste te amo tambien..no lo sabias? &lt;br /&gt;recuerdo tambien una campana lejana..&lt;br /&gt;y estrellas que cayeron como lluvia de la nada...&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando mi vida haya terminado y los angeles me pregunten de recordar mis emociones..entonces les dire..que te recuerdo a ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-147602335435592891?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/147602335435592891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=147602335435592891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-7941027730980246351</id><published>2011-12-16T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:42:45.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>YOU ARE NOT FROM HERE, LARA FABIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dwp35FIu1es" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going on&lt;br /&gt;You turn around and touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;A silent moment speaks the truth&lt;br /&gt;Something has happened all at once&lt;br /&gt;It should have scared me in advance&lt;br /&gt;But I was falling in those eyes of yours&lt;br /&gt;And so&lt;br /&gt;Fear was gone&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was nothing else&lt;br /&gt;I'd ever want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;You're not from here&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for you to appear&lt;br /&gt;To take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And make me weep&lt;br /&gt;You're not from here&lt;br /&gt;Not from this here and now&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch of yours&lt;br /&gt;And I fly... and I fly... and I fly&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to missing you&lt;br /&gt;If this is how it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;I need an angel to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;No one can hold the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;But I can hold you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Over and over like a melody&lt;br /&gt;For now&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand still&lt;br /&gt;For now&lt;br /&gt;I'll be filled by the memory of your skin&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;You're not from here&lt;br /&gt;You don't belong to lies and tears&lt;br /&gt;The greatness of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Makes me weep&lt;br /&gt;You're not from here&lt;br /&gt;Not from this here and now&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch of yours&lt;br /&gt;And I fly... and I fly... and I fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-7941027730980246351?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/7941027730980246351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=7941027730980246351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/7941027730980246351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/7941027730980246351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-not-from-here-lara-fabian.html' title='YOU ARE NOT FROM HERE, LARA FABIAN'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dwp35FIu1es/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-2324788014638872565</id><published>2011-12-16T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:24:21.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>SI TU ME MIRAS, ALEJANDRO SANZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/91fTNsUyhAI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente para vos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me miras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fácil decir te quiero&lt;br /&gt;cuando estamos solos.&lt;br /&gt;Lo difícil es hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;cuando escuchan todos.&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me miras, si tú me miras,&lt;br /&gt;te enseñaré a decir te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;mientras tengamos un secreto&lt;br /&gt;que ocultar.&lt;br /&gt;La locura de quererte&lt;br /&gt;como a un fugitivo,&lt;br /&gt;me ha llevado a la distancia&lt;br /&gt;donde me he escondido.&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me miras, si tú me miras&lt;br /&gt;cuando más crezca la injusticia&lt;br /&gt;ya verás&lt;br /&gt;que son más grandes nuestras ganas&lt;br /&gt;de luchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras de un lenguaje nuevo&lt;br /&gt;que he construido para nosotros&lt;br /&gt;para el amante perseguido&lt;br /&gt;que tiene que esconder su voz.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando decidas aprenderlo&lt;br /&gt;no habrá silencio, no te hará falta&lt;br /&gt;usar la voz para romperlo&lt;br /&gt;si tú me miras me hablarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me seguiré negando pase lo que pase&lt;br /&gt;a exponer mi corazón en este escaparate&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me miras, si tú me miras.&lt;br /&gt;Nos amaremos en la justa oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;en la trastienda que me ha visto suplicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras de un lenguaje nuevo&lt;br /&gt;que he construido para nosotros&lt;br /&gt;para el amante perseguido&lt;br /&gt;que tiene que esconder su voz.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando decidas aprenderlo&lt;br /&gt;no habrá silencio, no te hará falta&lt;br /&gt;usar la voz para romperlo&lt;br /&gt;si tú me miras me hablarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me miras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-2324788014638872565?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/91fTNsUyhAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-6928222475054723342</id><published>2011-12-16T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:39:36.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>MI PRINCESA, DAVID BISBAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AS5DOyyoXJI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que milagro tiene que pasar&lt;br /&gt;para que me ames&lt;br /&gt;que estrella del cielo a de caer&lt;br /&gt;para poderte convencer&lt;br /&gt;que no sienta mi alma sola&lt;br /&gt;quiero escaparme de este eterno anochecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice mucha gente que los hombres nunca no lloran&lt;br /&gt;pero yo he tenido que volver a mi niñez una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;me sigo preguntando&lt;br /&gt;por que te sigo amando y dejas desangrando mis&lt;br /&gt;heridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo colmarte de ni joyas ni dinero,&lt;br /&gt;pero puedo darte un corazon que es verdadero&lt;br /&gt;mis alas en el viento, necesitan de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;acompañame en el viaje que volar solo no puedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sabes que eres la princesa de mis sueños encantados&lt;br /&gt;cuantas guerras he librado por tenerte aqui mi lado&lt;br /&gt;no me canso de buscarte&lt;br /&gt;no me importaria arriesgarte&lt;br /&gt;si al final de esta aventura yo lograra conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y he pintado a mi pricesa en un cuadro imaginario&lt;br /&gt;le cantaba en el oido susurrando muy despacio&lt;br /&gt;tanto tiempo he naufragado y no se que no fue en vano,&lt;br /&gt;no he dejado de intertarlo&lt;br /&gt;porque creo en los milagros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo caminando en el desierto del deseo&lt;br /&gt;tantas madrugadas me perdido en el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;viviendo el desespero&lt;br /&gt;muriendo en la tristeza por no ver cambiar ese&lt;br /&gt;destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo colmarte de ni joyas ni dinero,&lt;br /&gt;pero puedo darte un corazon que es verdadero&lt;br /&gt;mis alas en el viento, necesitan de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;acompañame en el viaje que volar solo no puedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sabes que eres la princesa de mis sueños encantados&lt;br /&gt;cuantas guerras he librado por tenerte aqui mi lado&lt;br /&gt;no me canso de buscarte&lt;br /&gt;no me importaria arriesgarte&lt;br /&gt;si al final de esta aventura yo lograra conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y he pintado a mi pricesa en un cuadro imaginario&lt;br /&gt;le cantaba en el oido susurrando muy despacio&lt;br /&gt;tanto tiempo he naufragado y yo se que no fue en vano,&lt;br 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href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/12/mi-princesa-david-bisbal.html' title='MI PRINCESA, DAVID BISBAL'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AS5DOyyoXJI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-8540051547741635572</id><published>2011-12-16T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:51:43.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL CANCIONERO DE PACHI'/><title type='text'>MOTIVOS,  LUIS MIGUEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8PczV0aCT5s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una rosa pintada de azul&lt;br /&gt;Es un motivo&lt;br /&gt;Una simple estrellita de mar&lt;br /&gt;Es un motivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribir un poema es facil&lt;br /&gt;Si existe un motivo&lt;br /&gt;Hasta puedo crear mundos nuevos&lt;br /&gt;En la fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unos ojos bañados de luz&lt;br /&gt;Son un motivo&lt;br /&gt;Unos labios queriendo besar&lt;br /&gt;Son un motivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me quedo mirandote aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrandote tanto motivos&lt;br /&gt;Yo concluyo que&lt;br /&gt;Mi motivo mejor eres tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un motivo&lt;br /&gt;Son un motivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribir un poema es fácil&lt;br /&gt;Si existe un motivo&lt;br /&gt;Hasta puedo crear mundos&lt;br /&gt;Nuevos en la fantasía&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8PczV0aCT5s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-4983361561398879164</id><published>2011-07-28T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:23:58.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tormenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adios chico de mi barrio'/><title type='text'>"ADIOS CHICO DE MI BARRIO"  TORMENTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ArH9jj9EGmw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico De Mi Barrio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios chico de mi barrio&lt;br /&gt;adonde de prisa vas asi &lt;br /&gt;pasas en bicicleta no te puedo alcanzar &lt;br /&gt;si andas por el barrio, preguntale a mi cancion &lt;br /&gt;en que lugar de las calles, tu beso hoy&lt;br /&gt;se escondio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vienes a mi puerta duerme entre mis brazos y descansa ya &lt;br /&gt;aprisiona mi cintura que por las terrazas vamos a escapar...&lt;br /&gt;vamos a bailar la la la la la la la la ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico de mi barrio flores en el pelo&lt;br /&gt;y los pies descalzos,&lt;br /&gt;chico de mi barrio&lt;br /&gt;con la cara sucia y el cabello largo, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuentame que al fin, vamos a jugar a la libertad&lt;br /&gt;de poder amar, y en algun ricon de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;estoy esperandote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si pasas por mi vereda &lt;br /&gt;juegas con mi pollera asi,&lt;br /&gt;regalame tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;siembra en mi vientre estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si vienes a mi puerta duerme entre mis&lt;br /&gt;brazos y descanasa ya,&lt;br /&gt; aprisiona mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;que por las terrazas vamos a escapar&lt;br /&gt;vamos a bailar la la la la la la la la ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico de mi barrio flores en el pelo y&lt;br /&gt;los pies descalzos,&lt;br /&gt;chico de mi barrio&lt;br /&gt;con la cara sucia y el cabello largo oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuentame que al fin vamos a jugar a la libertad&lt;br /&gt;de poder amar y en algun ricon de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;estoy esperandote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en algun rincon de mi casa estoy&lt;br /&gt;esperandote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4983361561398879164?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' 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style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Manifesto&lt;br /&gt;A song by Victor Jara©Victor Jara 1973&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no canto por cantar ni por tener buena voz, canto porque la guitarra tiene sentido y razón. Tiene corazón de tierra y alas de palomita. Es como el agua bendita, santigua glorias y penas. Aquí se encajó mi canto como dijera Violeta guitarra trabajadora con olor a primavera, Que no es guitarra de ricos, ni cosa que se parezca, mi canto es de los andamios para alcanzar las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Que el canto tiene sentido cuando palpita en las venas del que morirá cantando las verdades verdaderas. No las lisonjas fugaces ni las famas extranjeras, sino el canto de una lonja hasta el fondo de la tierra. Ahí donde llega todo y donde todo comienza, canto que a sido valiente siempre será canción nueva.&lt;br /&gt;Notes&lt;br /&gt;This was the last song Victor Jara wrote before he was murdered in Pinochet's 11 September coup in Chile in 1973. The song is sung by Francesca Ancarola on her CD Que El Canto Tiene Centido, visit her website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ancarola.scd.cl/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.ancarola.scd.cl/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;English lyrics&lt;br /&gt;I don’t sing for love of singing or to show off my voice but for the statements made by my honest guitar for its heart is of the earth and like the dove it goes flying....endlessly as holy water blessing the brave and the dying so my song has found a purpose as Violet Parra would say.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my guitar is a worker shining and smelling of spring my guitar is not for killers greedy for money and power but for the people who labour so that the future may flower. For a song takes on a meaning when its own heart beat is strong sung by a man who will die singing truthfully singing his song.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care for adulation or so that strangers may weep. 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"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siempre te prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Siempre te prometo, no hablar de las sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;pides que ilumine, con notas las bombas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;sin embargo hay vidas, que estan tan ocultas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;que hay que descubrirlas en base a preguntas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Son almas que buscan su razón, hay almas que tienen corazón.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Voy de puerta en puerta tirando semillas,&lt;br /&gt;pero no se asusten: no soy salvavidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;no propongo un golpe, ni un campo minado&lt;br /&gt;si los vencedores ya están mutilados.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; No hay color para un gran creador; siempre te prometo una canción.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Siempre te prometo, no hablar de las sombras: mi guitarra extraña de pronto te estorba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;yo no estoy cantando lo que escucharían,&lt;br /&gt;tengo algo más bello que tu fantasía.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tengo para tí un cambio mayor:&lt;br /&gt;alegría para un corazón&lt;br /&gt;como el tuyo.   &lt;br /&gt;como el tuyo&lt;br /&gt;como el tuyo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-8703212021619364798?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/8703212021619364798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=8703212021619364798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8703212021619364798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8703212021619364798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/07/siempre-te-prometo-eduardo-waghorn.html' title='&quot;SIEMPRE TE PROMETO&quot;   EDUARDO WAGHORN'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5585619726581198759</id><published>2011-06-27T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:17:03.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Waghorn'/><title type='text'>"SOL"    EDUARDO WAGHORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=e628e3b1f86580671d7e41" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=e628e3b1f86580671d7e41&amp;skin_id=1704&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  SOL   &lt;br /&gt;Hoy me regalo un minuto &lt;br /&gt;de merecido descanso, &lt;br /&gt;y en mi anhelado remanso como miel, &lt;br /&gt;le echo un vistazo al Sol fugaz, &lt;br /&gt;que ya se duerme y rojizo volverá; &lt;br /&gt;y el tibio verano su placer germinará; &lt;br /&gt;y dará fuerzas para seguir, &lt;br /&gt;y dará luz para repartir los resultados de dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sol que ya se duerme y rojizo volverá; &lt;br /&gt;y el tibio verano su placer germinará; &lt;br /&gt;Sol... Sol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-5585619726581198759?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/5585619726581198759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=5585619726581198759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/5585619726581198759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/5585619726581198759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/06/sol-eduardo-waghorn.html' title='&quot;SOL&quot;    EDUARDO WAGHORN'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-4486053980309105908</id><published>2011-06-25T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:13:43.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Waghorn'/><title type='text'>" LA ALEGRIA"   EDUARDO WAGHORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=e5ca97f7488d94cad396c9" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=e5ca97f7488d94cad396c9&amp;amp;skin_id=1702&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;LA ALEGRIA  ( Con su revolotear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre un cielo violeta se vio la alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; que volaba dichosa y de tanto que hablar...&lt;br /&gt;La alegría se posa en mi hombro cual ave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sazonando el camino que seguir para vivir...&lt;br /&gt;Ya se ve la alegría con su revolotear.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;La alegría me inunda cual tibia llovizna, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fertiliza mi alma y su fruto dará...&lt;br /&gt;Esta amiga se torna en amada sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; en un mundo radiante que descubrir para vivir.  &lt;br /&gt;Ya se ve la alegría con su revolotear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4486053980309105908?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/4486053980309105908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=4486053980309105908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/4486053980309105908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/4486053980309105908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-alegria-eduardo-waghorn.html' title='&quot; LA ALEGRIA&quot;   EDUARDO WAGHORN'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-3339671419850545234</id><published>2011-06-25T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:10:38.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portuguese Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fado'/><title type='text'>" MARIA LISBOA"                   MARIZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qIbW6KGdypU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria Lisboa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;MARIA LISBOA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Songwriters: FERREIRA, DAVID MOURAO/OULMAN, ALAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Varina, usa﻿ chinela, tem movimentos de gata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;na canastra, a caravela, no coracao, a fragata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;na canastra, a caravela, no coracao, a fragata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Em vez de corvos, no chaile, gaivotas vem pousar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; Quando o vento a leva ao baile, baila no baile com o mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; Quando o vento a leva ao baile, baila no baile com o mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; De conchas o vestido tem algas na cabeleira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; e nas veias o latido do motor duma traineira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; de conchas o vestido tem algas na cabeleira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; e nas veias o latido do motor duma traineira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; Vende sonho e maresia tempestades apregoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;seu nome prpio Maria, seu apelido, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;seu nome prpio Maria, seu apelido, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-3339671419850545234?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/3339671419850545234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=3339671419850545234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/3339671419850545234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/3339671419850545234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/06/maria-lisboa-mariza.html' title='&quot; MARIA LISBOA&quot;                   MARIZA'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qIbW6KGdypU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5000797878787386450</id><published>2011-06-23T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T03:54:45.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Waghorn'/><title type='text'>SI TODO ACABA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=e55e21154d5e1ff243c48e" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=e55e21154d5e1ff243c48e&amp;amp;skin_id=1702&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slideshow at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;SI TODO ACABA     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ahora que se acaba para siempre la ilusión de terciopelo; ahora que se esfuma, qué palabra me dirás para calmarme...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Recuerda que te lo advertí, y al fin la represa del sentir tenía que estallar y hacerse amor.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Si todo acaba aún me quedas tú, queda tu nombre, tu recuerdo y más: quedan las promesas que jamás cumplí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;las alegrías que te di. Si todo acaba, sin un despedir, sin una carta, sin siquiera "adiós", queda el fiel aroma del atardecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;y aquel eterno florecer&lt;br /&gt;tu canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nos queda conformarnos y estrechar tus blancas manos como amigos: ni hablar de despedidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; la distancia hará lo suyo con los años.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué caso tiene hoy ver atrás, hablar de lo que no pudo ser, y a fuerza de callarlo se hizo amor?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Si todo acaba aún me quedas tú, queda tu nombre, tu recuerdo y más: quedan las promesas que jamás cumplí, las alegrías que te di. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Si todo acaba, sin un despedir, sin una carta, sin siquiera "adiós", queda el fiel aroma del atardecer, y aquel eterno florecer&lt;br /&gt;tu canción.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px 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href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/06/si-todo-acaba.html' title='SI TODO ACABA'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-2820648545763671237</id><published>2011-06-22T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T03:57:05.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones de Cuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor Jara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Lullabies'/><title type='text'>CANCION DE CUNA PARA UN NIÑO VAGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed height="382" name="FLVPlayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="408" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=e5259b67295bc49e67f126&amp;amp;skin_id=1702&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 408px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;La luna en el agua va por la ciudad,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bajo el puente un niñosueña con volar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La ciudad lo encierra jaula de metal,&lt;br /&gt;el niño envejecesin saber jugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuántos como tú vagarán,&lt;br /&gt;el dinero es todo para amar,&lt;br /&gt;amargos los días,si no hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duérmete mi niño,nadie va a gritar,&lt;br /&gt;la vida es tan duradebes descansar.&lt;br /&gt;Otros cuatro niñoste van a ayudar,&lt;br /&gt;la luna en el agua va por la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuántos como tú vagarán,&lt;br /&gt;el dinero es todo para amar,&lt;br /&gt;amargos los días,si no hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duérmete mi niño,nadie va a gritar,&lt;br /&gt;la luna en el agua va por la ciudad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-6327393374527147137</id><published>2011-06-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T04:00:33.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Waghorn'/><title type='text'>DIME COMO ES..</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed height="382" name="FLVPlayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" 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una vez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;para así sentir corazón latir; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;dime cómo es la maravilla de dar y entregar también:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo construir el almenaje más alto y más firme&lt;br /&gt; y llegar a la inmensidad;&lt;br /&gt; puedo terminar la tarea incólume e inconclusa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;el alba te puedo traer si me miras bien&lt;br /&gt;y ves tu reflejo aquí, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime cómo es...&lt;br /&gt;Tú dime como es todo conocer, y todo palpar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;suavidad lograr;&lt;br /&gt; dime cómo es la melancólica calma&lt;br /&gt;que nace de esa suavidad,&lt;br /&gt;esa dulzura que me hace vibrar y llegar a la inmensidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Puedo terminar la tarea incólume e inconclusa,&lt;br /&gt; el alba yo te puedo traer si me miras bien,&lt;br /&gt;si ves tu reflejo aquí, amor:&lt;br /&gt;dime cómo es. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;  Dime cómo es...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6327393374527147137?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;LA TORMENTA PASÓ   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;La tormenta pasó despejando el azul, mi casita aguardó a que volvieras tú.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yo quisiera seguir construyendo mi amor: mi guitarra le da el aliento y la voz para hacerlo mayor.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yo quisiera creer en tu claro mirar, tanto hay por aprender... vamos a comenzar.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Te propongo borrar lo que no se borró: lo dañino le da un estorbo al buen Sol; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;te propongo observar como se abre una flor, comprender que feliz es el que descubrió toda la sencillez.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Te prometo esta vez remontar a mi fe; la tormenta pasó: ¿Cuánto queda después?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yo deseo llegar más allá del querer, yo quisiera poder enterrar el ayer; yo quisiera seguir construyendo mi amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;mi guitarra le da el aliento y la voz para hacerlo mayor.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/13px verdana, arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yo quisiera creer en tu claro mirar, tanto hay por aprender... vamos a comenzar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4195262479379826663?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/4195262479379826663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=4195262479379826663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/4195262479379826663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/4195262479379826663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-tormenta-paso.html' title='LA TORMENTA PASO'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-1927363373360072454</id><published>2011-06-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:02:36.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Waghorn'/><title type='text'>YO ME QUEDO EN CADA COSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed height="382" name="FLVPlayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;YO ME QUEDO EN CADA COSA&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mírame a los ojos, se valiente por piedad&lt;br /&gt;y ve por última vez ese fuego que hay en mí; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;llama que no apaga la verdad que no quisiste contemplar&lt;br /&gt;cuando di toda mi vida por ti.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie te aleja de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie te arrebata de mi ser, nadie borrará lo que nació:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brotará con cada primavera porque vives en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;y en cada ilusión...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuve entre mis brazos tu calor,&lt;br /&gt;descubrimos juntos el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie te arrebata de mi hoguera que con cada verso brillará&lt;br /&gt;y tú lo sabrás.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me quedo en cada cosa tuya&lt;br /&gt;en cada flor, en cada rincón de tu ingrato corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Yo me quedo en cada despedida, en cada instante, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en cada sol que se pierde al horizonte fugaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piensa en mi nombre y verás que nadie te arrebata de mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;nadie borrará lo que nació: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brotará con cada primavera porque vives en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;y en cada ilusión...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuve entre mis brazos tu calor, descubrimos juntos el amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadie te arrebata de mi hoguera que con cada verso brillará&lt;br /&gt;y tú lo sabrás &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-1927363373360072454?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/1927363373360072454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=1927363373360072454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/1927363373360072454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/1927363373360072454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/06/yo-me-quedo-en-cada-cosa.html' title='YO ME QUEDO EN CADA COSA'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5972809587885421161</id><published>2011-05-27T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T04:10:55.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eduardo Waghorn'/><title type='text'>"DELIA"  EDUARDO WAGHORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=e0b14736d3cdf3342ed342" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=e0b14736d3cdf3342ed342&amp;amp;skin_id=1705&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DELIA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(En tu corazón, un vagabundo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; En tu corazón un vagabundo se ha entrometido, Delia;&lt;br /&gt;toda mi niñez sobre tu pecho, cuéntame un cuento, Delia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;La lluvia me empapa, a tu casa fui -tenías el brasero que ardía de calor-.&lt;br /&gt;Tu cabello blanco tan cerquita de mí que pude contarlo&lt;br /&gt;mucho antes de dormir. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No eras madre, no eras tía, tú.  &lt;br /&gt;Mi mano curó tu mano sabia, tu dulce canto, Delia.&lt;br /&gt;Debiste saber cuanto te quiso este sobrino, Delia. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debiste saberlo mucho antes de partir...&lt;br /&gt;Debiste escucharlo mil veces por diez mil. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahora solo queda lejano recordar que moldea mi vida, mi forma de narrar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No eras madre, no eras tía, todo de una vez. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No eras madre, no eras tía, todo de una vez, oh tú...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-5972809587885421161?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/5972809587885421161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=5972809587885421161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/5972809587885421161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/5972809587885421161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/05/delia-eduardo-waghorn.html' title='&quot;DELIA&quot;  EDUARDO WAGHORN'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-6857960832862135499</id><published>2011-05-19T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:44:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" SI ME HABLARAN LAS ESTRELLAS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_0LPtsvmz7Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;IF THE STARS SPOKE TO ME &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;If the stars spoke to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;and the million of nebulas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;delivered their view&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;on so many injustices﻿&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;festering since yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;if the sky spoke to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;if it understood my sorrow ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;I would write a comet on that baby blue background&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;as invincible poet,﻿ burning hatred, brave nightingale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;I would write that the world cries out for love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Suddenly, lightning and thunder would denounce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;the hidden impunity vindicating the insult in full freedom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;If the auroras spoke to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;and the singing of sunrises delivered their opinion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;about my lost cause on absurd disunion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;if the storm spoke to me what relentless gray affront&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;I would write a comet on that baby blue background&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;as invincible poet burning hatred, brave nightingale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;I would write that the world cries out for love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Suddenly, lightning and thunder would denounce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;the hidden impunity vindicating the insult﻿ in full freedom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Copyright Lyrics and Music Eduardo Waghorn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6857960832862135499?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_0LPtsvmz7Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-2053862785795558712</id><published>2011-05-19T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:39:59.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"DIME SI EXISTE"   EDUARDO WAGHORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RO2Quz8Tgao" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIME SI EXISTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIME SI EXISTE EN TI EL AMOR&lt;br /&gt;DIME SI EXISTE&lt;br /&gt;O SE QUEDO SENCILLAMENTE&lt;br /&gt;SIN USAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIME SI EL FUEGO QUE HUBO EN TI&lt;br /&gt;ERA MENTIRA&lt;br /&gt;O SE APAGO POR CONVENIENCIA&lt;br /&gt;POR BURLAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU NO TE IRAS&lt;br /&gt;SIN DARME UNA EXPLICACION&lt;br /&gt;TE QUEDARAS&lt;br /&gt;MOSTRARAS TODA LA VERDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIME SI EXISTE EN TI EL AMOR&lt;br /&gt;DIME SI EXISTE&lt;br /&gt;O SE QUEDO SENCILLAMENTE&lt;br /&gt;SIN USAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIME SI EL FUEGO QUE HUBO EN TI&lt;br /&gt;ERA MENTIRA&lt;br /&gt;O SE APAGO POR CONVENIENCIA&lt;br /&gt;POR BURLAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU NO TE IRAS&lt;br /&gt;SIN DARME UNA EXPLICACION&lt;br /&gt;TE QUEDARAS&lt;br /&gt;MOSTRARAS TODA LA VERDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUES TU&lt;br /&gt;NO TE IRAS, NO&lt;br /&gt;SIN DARME UNA EXPLICACION&lt;br /&gt;TE QUEDARAS&lt;br /&gt;MOSTRARAS TODA LA VERDAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-2053862785795558712?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;AQUEL CONSUELO, QUE PUEDO ENCONTRAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN SENTIR ES DE HIELO &lt;br /&gt;CUANDO HAY UN PECHO DE MARMOL&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY COMENTARIO, &lt;br /&gt;ME BASTA CON UNA CANCION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN MUÑECO NO RIE&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE LE ACOSA UNA FARSA&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY COMENTARIO&lt;br /&gt;ME BASTA CON UNA CANCION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME VUELVO MUÑECO DE TRAPO&lt;br /&gt;Y QUISIERA NO HUBIERA EN MI ALMA&lt;br /&gt;SENSIBILIDAD&lt;br /&gt;PERO MI CUERPO ES DE GENERO VIEJO&lt;br /&gt;Y SE AHOGA EN MENTIRAS QUE UN DIA&lt;br /&gt;SE IRAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIENE CHORREANDO, AGUA DE SED&lt;br /&gt;CONTRA UN MUÑECO &lt;br /&gt;SIN DETENER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN SENTIR ES DE HIELO&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO HAY UN PECHO DE MARMOL&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY COMENTARIO &lt;br /&gt;ME BASTA CON UNA CANCION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN MUÑECO NO RIE&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE LO ACOSA UNA FARSA&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY COMENTARIO &lt;br /&gt;ME BASTA CON UNA CANCION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASO POR ARLEGUI&lt;br /&gt;REPLETO DE HUMANOS&lt;br /&gt;CON ROSTROS DE ANDROIDE&lt;br /&gt;AJENO AL DOLOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME VUELVO MUÑECO DE TRAPO&lt;br /&gt;Y ACTUO &lt;br /&gt;VENDIENDO Y COMPRANDO A LA VEZ&lt;br /&gt;LA PIEDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON MIS PALABRAS&lt;br /&gt;LAS QUE LES DAN&lt;br /&gt;AQUELLA ESPINA&lt;br /&gt;QUE QUIEREN QUITAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN SENTIR ES DE HIELO&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO HAY UN PECHO DE MARMOL&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY COMENTARIO &lt;br /&gt;ME BASTA CON UNA CANCION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN MUÑECO NO RIE&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE LO ACOSA UNA FARSA&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY COMENTARIO &lt;br /&gt;ME BASTA CON UNA CANCION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNA CANCION&lt;br /&gt;UNA CANCION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-7710895011893013495?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; your pain and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shinning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness,&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; a tear may be ever so near,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time,&lt;br /&gt;You must keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time,&lt;br /&gt;You must keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you just smile..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile, though  your heart is aching, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds, in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time,&lt;br /&gt;You must keep on trying,&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you just..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you just smile,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;smile....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6960007393008178336?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/6960007393008178336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=6960007393008178336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6960007393008178336'/><link rel='self' 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allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI WE PEÑEÑ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando llegues niño mio, cuanta dicha nos daras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando acaben los dias del crudo invierno&lt;br /&gt;y su fruto sagrado nos de el pewen&lt;br /&gt;ahi naceras mi nino y me haras dichosa&lt;br /&gt;seras el mas hermoso my we peñeñ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millaway te pondremos como tu abuelo&lt;br /&gt;seras sano y robusto com aliwen&lt;br /&gt;tendras fiesta y bautizo y de regalo&lt;br /&gt;tu kawellu y borrega y waca tambien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi pichiche mi we peñeñ&lt;br /&gt;traeras bello amanecer&lt;br /&gt;mi pueblo en ti va a renacer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;pichiche we peñeñ (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creceras orgulloso de ser pewuenche&lt;br /&gt;tu tierra noble y bella siempre amaras&lt;br /&gt;honraras a tu raza y antepasados&lt;br /&gt;nuestra lengua y costumbres conservaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los arboles, cultivos los animales&lt;br /&gt;como tu propia vida protegeras&lt;br /&gt;seras un hombre digno y respetado&lt;br /&gt;Ngenechen desde arriba te guiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi pichiche my we peñeñ&lt;br /&gt;traeras bello amanecer&lt;br /&gt;mi pueblo en ti va a renacer&lt;br /&gt;pichiche we peñeñ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;mi pueblo en ti va a renacer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;pichiche we peñeñ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY WE PEÑEÑ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you arrive my baby, what a joy you will bring us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the cold days of the raw winter end&lt;br /&gt;and the pewuen tree will  give us it's sacred fruit&lt;br /&gt;then you will be born my baby and will make me  joyful&lt;br /&gt;you will be the most handsome my we peñeñ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millahuay will name  you like your grandfather&lt;br /&gt;you will be healthy and robust like an aliwen ( a  tree)&lt;br /&gt;you will have party, baptism and as a gifts&lt;br /&gt;a horse, a lamb, and a  cow too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pichiche, my we peñeñ&lt;br /&gt;you will bring a lovely sunrise&lt;br /&gt;my  people will be reborn in you&lt;br /&gt;pichiche we peñeñ ( repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will grow  proud to be a Pewuenche ( a tribe)&lt;br /&gt;you will always love your noble and pretty  land&lt;br /&gt;you will honor your race and your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;you will keep our  language and customs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forests, fields and animals&lt;br /&gt;you will protect  as your own life&lt;br /&gt;your will be a dignified and respected man&lt;br /&gt;Ngenechen (  God) from above will guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pichiche ,my we peñeñ&lt;br /&gt;you will  bring a lovely sunrise&lt;br /&gt;my people will be reborn in you&lt;br /&gt;pichiche we peñeñ (  repeat)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-2391936758347734773?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/2391936758347734773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=2391936758347734773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/2391936758347734773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/2391936758347734773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Llega tu recuerdo en torbellino. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Vuelve en el otoño a atardecer... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Cae la garúa y mientras miro, gira la cuchara de café..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;El ultimo cafe, que tus labios con frio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;pidieron esa vez, con la voz de un suspiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Recuerdo tu desden, te evoco sin razon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;te escucho sin que estes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Lo nuestro termino, dijiste en un adios de azucar y de hiel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Lo mismo que el cafe, que el amor, que el olvido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;i&gt;el vertigo final, de un rencor sin porque&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Y asi con tu impiedad, me vi morir de pie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;medi tu vanidad y entonces comprendi mi soledad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;y para que, llovia y te ofreci el ultimo cafe...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Y asi con tu impiedad, me vi morir de pie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;medi tu vanidad y entonces comprendi mi 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; y en tus ojos de ayer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;y en tus ojos de ayer .......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sigo caminando calendarios y sigo dando vuelta en un reloj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; todo se termina &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;en un suspiro, y huye al lado el eco de la voz &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-size: 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"&gt;&lt;i&gt; planetas y estreellas &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;y vuelta y vuelta, planetas y estreellas.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-8996403662562916753?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/8996403662562916753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=8996403662562916753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8996403662562916753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8996403662562916753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/04/vuelta-y-vuelta-congreso.html' title='&quot; VUELTA Y VUELTA&quot;  CONGRESO'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C7g992X7km8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-8120115339115190146</id><published>2011-04-28T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:23:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" LE LLAMABAN MANUEL"  JOAN MANUEL SERRAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HpczvBcHukw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le llamaban Manuel, nació en España, su casa era de barro, de barro y caña.&lt;br /&gt;Las tierras del señor humedecían su sudor y su llanto, día tras día.&lt;br /&gt;Mendigo a jornal fijo como él no hubo entre olivos y trigos, por un mendrugo.&lt;br /&gt;Su casa era de barro, de barro y caña, le llamaban Manuel , nació en España.&lt;br /&gt;Le llamaban Manuel , nació en España, su mundo era otro mundo, tras la montaña.&lt;br /&gt;Del amo eran las tierras, camino abajo, las moras y las flores de los ribazos.&lt;br /&gt;La mula y los arreos, el pan y el vino, los árboles, las piedras y los caminos.&lt;br /&gt;Su mundo era otro mundo, tras la montaña, le llamaban Manuel , nació en España.&lt;br /&gt;le llamaban Manuel , nació en España, ella guardaba un hijo en sus entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;nunca fue suyo, nada tuvieron, por eso lloro tanto cuando murieron.&lt;br /&gt;El con sus propias manos cavó la fosa, sepultando sus sueños junto a la esposa.&lt;br /&gt;Ella guardaba un hijo en sus entrañas, le llamaban Manuel , nació en España.&lt;br /&gt;le llamaban Manuel , nació en España, le vieron alejarse una mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Del amo era el olivo donde lo hallaron, y la soga de esparto que desataron.&lt;br /&gt;Y el pedazo de tierra donde hoy se pudre y el trigo que en la tierra se tumba cubre.&lt;br /&gt;La vieron alejarse una mañana.  Le llamaban Manuel, nació en España.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-8120115339115190146?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/8120115339115190146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=8120115339115190146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8120115339115190146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8120115339115190146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/04/le-llamaban-manuel-joan-manuel-serrat.html' title='&quot; LE LLAMABAN MANUEL&quot;  JOAN MANUEL SERRAT'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HpczvBcHukw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-6452550939424845258</id><published>2011-04-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:48:44.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" SI LA MUERTE PISA MI HUERTO" JOAN MANUEL SERRAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tjg2Z61lcTQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la muerte pisa mi huerto, quien firmara que he muerto, de muerte natural&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien lo voceara en mi pueblo, quien pondra un lazo negro al entreabierto portal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien sera ese buen amigo, que morira conmigo, aunque sea un tanto asi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien mentira un padre nuestro y a rey muerto, rey puesto pensara para si&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien cuidara de mi perro, quien pagara mi entierro y una cruz de metal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;cual de todos mis amores, ha de comprar las flores para mi funeral&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien vaciara mis bolsillos, quien liquidara mis deudas, a saber...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien pondra fin a mi diario, al caer la ultima hoja en mi calendario....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quien me hablara entre sollozos, quien besara mis ojos para darles la luz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien rezara a mi memoria, Dios lo tenga en su gloria, y brindara a mi salud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y quien hara pan de mi trigo, quien se pondra mi abrigo el proximo Diciembre,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien sera el nuevo dueño de mi casa y mis sueños y mi sillon de mimbre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quien me abrira los cajones, quien leera mis canciones, con morboso placer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quien se acostara en mi cama, se pondra mi pijama y mantendra a mi mujer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;y me traera un crisantemo el primero de Noviembre, a saber....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quien pondra fin a mi a mi diario al caer la ultima hoja en mi calendario....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6452550939424845258?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/6452550939424845258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=6452550939424845258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6452550939424845258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6452550939424845258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/04/si-la-muerte-pisa-mi-huerto-joan-manuel.html' title='&quot; SI LA MUERTE PISA MI HUERTO&quot; JOAN MANUEL SERRAT'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tjg2Z61lcTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-2463500334497301379</id><published>2011-04-28T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:19:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" NANAS DE LA CEBOLLA"  JOAN MANUEL SERRAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Eed6g_9H6NQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;La cebolla es escarcha, cerrada y pobre,  escarcha de tus dias y de mis noches,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;hambre y cebolla..hielo negro y escarcha..grande y redonda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;En la cuna del hambre, mi niño estaba, con sangre de cebolla, se amamantaba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;pero tu sangre, escarchada de azucar, cebolla y hambre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Una mujer morena, resuelta en luna , se derrama hilo a hilo, sobre la cuna,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;riete niño, que te traigo la luna cuando es preciso..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu risa me hace libre, me pone alas, soledades me quita, carcel me arranca...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;boca que vuela, corazon que en tus labios,  relampaguea...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Es tu risa la espada,  mas victoriosa, vencedor de las flores y las alondras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;rival del sol, porvenir de mis huesos y de mi amor...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desperte de ser niño, nunca despiertes, triste llevo la boca, riete siempre..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siempre en la cuna, defendiendo la risa, pluma por pluma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Y al octavo mes ries, con cinco azahares,  con cinco diminutas, ferocidades&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;con cinco dientes,  como cinco jazmines, adolescentes....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frontera de los besos, seran mañana, cuando en la dentadura, sientas un arma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sientas un fuego,  correr dientes abajo, buscando el centro...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vuela niño en la doble, luna del pecho, el triste de cebolla, tu satisfecho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;no te derrumbes,  no sepas lo que pasa, ni lo que ocurre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-2463500334497301379?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/2463500334497301379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=2463500334497301379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/2463500334497301379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/2463500334497301379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/04/nanas-de-la-cebolla-joan-manuel-serrat.html' title='&quot; NANAS DE LA CEBOLLA&quot;  JOAN MANUEL SERRAT'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Eed6g_9H6NQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-6651118285407496590</id><published>2011-04-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:41:22.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"FIESTA" JOAN MANUEL SERRAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jihrLbarXXE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria a Dios en las alturas, recogieron las basuras de mi calle ayer a oscuras,&lt;br /&gt;y hoy sembrada de bombillas, y colgaron de un cordel, de esquina a esquina un&lt;br /&gt;cartel y banderas de papel, verdes, rojas y amarillas...&lt;br /&gt;Y al darles el sol la espalda, revolotean las faldas bajo un marco de guirnaldas&lt;br /&gt;para que el cielo no vea...&lt;br /&gt;En la noche de San Juan, como comparten su pan, su mujer y su galan, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;gentes de cien mil raleas...&lt;br /&gt;Apurad, que alli os espero si quereis venir, pues cae la noche y ya se van &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;nuestras miserias &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;a dormir...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vamos subiendo la cuesta, que arriba mi calle se vistio de fiesta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el noble y el villano, el pro hombre y el gusano,  bailan y se dan la mano,&lt;br /&gt;sin importarles la facha,&lt;br /&gt;Juntos los encuentra el sol, a la sombra de un farol, empapados en alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;magreando a una muchacha..&lt;br /&gt;y con la resaca a cuestas, vuelve pobre a su pobreza, vuelve el rico a su riqueza,&lt;br /&gt;y el señor cura a sus misas...&lt;br /&gt;Se desperto el bien y el mal, la zorra pobre al portal, la zorra rica al rosal&lt;br /&gt;y el avaro a las divisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acabo, el sol nos dice que llego el final, por una noche se olvido,&lt;br /&gt;que cada uno es cada cual...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos bajando la cuesta, que arriba en mi calle se acabo la fiesta!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6651118285407496590?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jihrLbarXXE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-1243030186192614177</id><published>2011-04-28T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:53:20.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" LA CONQUISTADA"  GRUPO CONGRESO</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rK1zn9BC0eE" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplando en mi memoria hacia aquel lugar&lt;br /&gt;en el horizonte de mi mente, se ha escondido el sol&lt;br /&gt;como un recuerdo que me llega de su corazon&lt;br /&gt;ella ya no existe mas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un recuerdo que me llega de su corazon&lt;br /&gt;ella ya no existe mas.....&lt;br /&gt;ella es una nube que el viento conquisto&lt;br /&gt;ella es una nube que el viento conquisto&lt;br /&gt;ella es una nube que el viento conquisto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaves caricias y tiernos desvelos&lt;br /&gt;suaves caricias y tiernos desvelos&lt;br /&gt;suaves caricias y tiernos desvelos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella es una nube que un beso ardiente derritio&lt;br /&gt;ella es una nube que   un beso ardiente   derritio&lt;br /&gt;ella ya no existe mas&lt;br /&gt;ella ya no existe mas....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el horizonte de mi mente se ha escondido el sol&lt;br /&gt;en el horizonte de mi mente se ha escondido el sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-1243030186192614177?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando entras en mi, entiendes a los otros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entras en ti....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastico, suena en tu alma como madura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el eco del sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laaaa laaaaaa laaaaa laaaaaa laaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastico, nace una era, como un eco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un eco de Dios, de ti, de mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fantastico, el aire y la tierra como quisiera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quisiera sentir....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando entras en mi, entiendes a los otros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entras en ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastico vibra en tu alma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como madura el eco del sol....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laaaaa laaaaa laaaaa laaaaaa laaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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amor son estas llamas, que estan quemando mis manos&lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor son estas llamas, que estan quemando mis manos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son como alas de luto volando, papel quemado&lt;br /&gt;las cartas donde lloraba este pecho enamorado&lt;br /&gt;las cartas donde lloraba este pecho enamorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de olvido, cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;el que las quema no sabe, que enluta su corazon&lt;br /&gt;el que las quema no sabe, que enluta su corazon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se porque la pena, por tus ojos se va lejos&lt;br /&gt;y no se porque los mios, se van dolidos con ellos&lt;br /&gt;y no se porque los mios, se van dolidos con ellos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor que se queman, flores negras en el viento&lt;br /&gt;le dejan al que ha querido, el corazon ceniciento&lt;br /&gt;le dejan al que ha querido, el corazon ceniciento....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de olvido, cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;el que las quema no sabe, que enluta su corazon&lt;br /&gt;el que las quema no sabe, que enluta su corazon ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4833624334856431445?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/4833624334856431445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=4833624334856431445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/4833624334856431445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/4833624334856431445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/52W2LyzOotw" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No se porque pensando viejos caminos&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que son otros, nuestros destinos&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que son otros, nuestros destinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me voy con la tarde, triste y dolido&lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor es recuerdo, lo llevo el rio&lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor es recuerdo, lo llevo el rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde andara mi amor, que se fue penando&lt;br /&gt;por este olvido, me vuelve con la zamba&lt;br /&gt;arrepentido&lt;br /&gt;me vuelve con la zamba, arrepentido&lt;br /&gt;arrepentido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-5395995821029208049?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, flowing like a river, time beckoning me,&lt;br /&gt;who knows when we shall meet again, if ever..&lt;br /&gt;but time keeps flowing like a river to the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my love, maybe for forever, goodbye my love,&lt;br /&gt;the tide waits for me, who knows when we shall meet again, if ever..&lt;br /&gt;but time keeps flowing like a river, on and on, to the sea, to the sea..&lt;br /&gt;Till it's gone forever, gone forever, gone forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friends, maybe for forever, goodbye my friends,&lt;br /&gt;the stars wait for me, who knows when we shall meet again, if ever..&lt;br /&gt;but time keeps flowing like a river,on and on, to the sea, to the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till it's gone forever, gone forever,gone forevermore..&lt;br /&gt;forevermore, forevermore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-8951408204914804745?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/8951408204914804745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=8951408204914804745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8951408204914804745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lately I've had the strangest feeling&lt;br /&gt;With no even reason here to find&lt;br /&gt;but yet the thought of losing you's been hanging&lt;br /&gt;Around my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far more frequently you're wearing perfume&lt;br /&gt;And with you saying 'No special place to go'&lt;br /&gt;But when I ask, will you be coming back soon?&lt;br /&gt;Saying you don't know, never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man of many wishes&lt;br /&gt;Hope my premonition misses&lt;br /&gt;But what I really feel&lt;br /&gt;My eyes won't let me hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it always starts to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this time could mean good, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh why don't you tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been staring in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Very slowly picking me apart&lt;br /&gt;Saying I'm trying to tell myself I have a reason&lt;br /&gt;With your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, just the other night while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I heard you vaguely whisper someone's name&lt;br /&gt;But, when I asked you what the thoughts you keeping&lt;br /&gt;You just said 'Nothing changed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man of many wishes&lt;br /&gt;Hope my premonition misses&lt;br /&gt;But what I really will&lt;br /&gt;My eyes won't let me hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it always starts to cry (yeah yeah baby)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this time could mean good bye &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6873272062563976595?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/6873272062563976595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=6873272062563976595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6873272062563976595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6873272062563976595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N8BPcNUQy-0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman&lt;br /&gt;(Wait)&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Mr. Postman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Mr. Postman, look and see&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a letter in your bag for me?&lt;br /&gt;(Please, please, Mr. Postman)&lt;br /&gt;Why's it takin' such a long time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;For me to hear from that boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some word today&lt;br /&gt;From my boyfriend so far away&lt;br /&gt;Please Mr. Postman, look and see&lt;br /&gt;If there's a letter, a letter for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been standin' here waitin', Mr. Postman&lt;br /&gt;So patiently&lt;br /&gt;For just a card or just a letter&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' he's returnin' home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Postman&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Postman, look and see)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;(If there's a letter in your bag for me?)&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, Mr. Postman&lt;br /&gt;(Why's it takin' such a long time)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;(For me to hear from that boy of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days, you passed me by&lt;br /&gt;See the tears standin' in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You didn't stop to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;By leavin' me a card or a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Postman&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Postman, look and see)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;(If there's a letter in your bag for me?)&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, Mr. Postman&lt;br /&gt;(Why's it takin' such a long time)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you check it and see one more time for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Mr. Postman&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Postman, look and see)&lt;br /&gt;Come on, deliver the letter, the sooner the better&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Postman)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N8BPcNUQy-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-6936493792375251104</id><published>2011-04-12T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:39:22.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB SEGER " OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RJNgEZyEeh8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST TAKE THOSE OLD RECORDS OFF THE SHELF&lt;br /&gt;I'LL SIT AND LISTEN TO 'EM BY MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S MUSIC AIN'T GOT THE SAME SOUL&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THAT OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TRY TO TAKE ME TO A DISCO&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL NEVER EVEN GET ME OUT ON THE FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;IN TEN MINUTES I'LL BE LATE FOR THE DOOR&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THAT OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS) STILL LIKE THAT OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL&lt;br /&gt;THAT KIND OF MUSIC JUST SOOTHES THE SOUL&lt;br /&gt;I REMINISCE ABOUT THE DAYS OF OLD&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BREAK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WANNA HEAR 'EM PLAY A TANGO&lt;br /&gt;I'D RATHER HEAR SOME BLUES OR FUNKY OLD SOUL&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S ONLY ONE SURE WAY TO GET ME TO GO&lt;br /&gt;START PLAYING OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME A RELIC CALL ME WHAT YOU WILL&lt;br /&gt;SAY I'M OLD FASHIONED SAY I'M OVER THE HILL&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S MUSIC AIN'T GOT THE SAME SOUL&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THAT OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6936493792375251104?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/6936493792375251104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=6936493792375251104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6936493792375251104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6936493792375251104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/04/bob-seger-old-time-rock-and-roll.html' title='BOB SEGER &quot; OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL&quot;'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RJNgEZyEeh8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5191009660399725203</id><published>2011-04-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:38:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCR " TRAVELIN BAND"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SjMMz6osU4U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SjMMz6osU4U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-7007833710453298597</id><published>2011-04-12T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:28:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCR " BORN ON THE BAYOU"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f775c_KgXE0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I was just a little boy&lt;br /&gt;Standin' to my Daddy's knee&lt;br /&gt;My Poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you&lt;br /&gt;Do what he done to me"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he'll get you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he'll get you now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can remember the fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' through the backwood bare&lt;br /&gt;And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'&lt;br /&gt;Chasin' down a hoodoo there&lt;br /&gt;Chasin' down a hoodoo there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was back on the Bayou&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' with some Cajun Queen&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' I were a fast freight train&lt;br /&gt;Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it, do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Oh get back boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can remember the fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' through the backwood bare&lt;br /&gt;And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'&lt;br /&gt;Chasin' down a hoodoo there&lt;br /&gt;Chasin' down a hoodoo there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;Born on the Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-7007833710453298597?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f775c_KgXE0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5443732597283454367</id><published>2011-04-12T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:26:21.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCR " MIDNIGHT SPECIAL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V-Ck_RRiDOk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Hear the ding-dong ring&lt;br /&gt;You go marching to the table&lt;br /&gt;See the same old thing&lt;br /&gt;See the fork on the table&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in your pan&lt;br /&gt;If you sing a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;You're in trouble with the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the midnight special shine a light on me&lt;br /&gt;Let the midnight special shine it's ever loving light on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go to houston&lt;br /&gt;Well, you better act right&lt;br /&gt;And you better not gamble&lt;br /&gt;And you better not fight&lt;br /&gt;For the sheriff will arrest you&lt;br /&gt;Then he'll take you down&lt;br /&gt;And before you understand it&lt;br /&gt;You are prison bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the midnight special&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light on me&lt;br /&gt;Let the midnight special&lt;br /&gt;Shine it's ever loving light on me&lt;br /&gt;On me, on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-5443732597283454367?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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life&lt;br /&gt;There's a bad moon on the rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear hurricanes a blowin'&lt;br /&gt;I know the end is comin' soon&lt;br /&gt;I feel rivers overflowin'&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voice of rage and ruin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you've got your things together&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are quite prepared to die&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we're in for nasty weather&lt;br /&gt;One eye is taken for an eye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-1475367132871867357?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/1475367132871867357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=1475367132871867357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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dance tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dance, last dance for love&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's my last chance&lt;br /&gt;for romance tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need you, by me,&lt;br /&gt;beside me, to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;to hold me, to scold me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause when I'm bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's dance, the last dance&lt;br /&gt;let's dance, the last dance&lt;br /&gt;let's dance, this last dance tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, will you be my Mr. Right?&lt;br /&gt;can you fill my appetite&lt;br /&gt;I can't be sure&lt;br /&gt;that you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;but all that I ask&lt;br /&gt;is that you dance with me&lt;br /&gt;dance with me, dance with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you, by me,&lt;br /&gt;beside me, to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;to hold me, to scold me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause when I'm bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's dance, this last dance&lt;br /&gt;let's dance, this last dance&lt;br /&gt;let's dance, this last dance tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you, by me,&lt;br /&gt;to beside, to guide me,&lt;br /&gt;to hold me, to scold me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause when I'm bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on baby, dance that dance&lt;br /&gt;come on baby, dance that dance&lt;br /&gt;come on baby, let's dance tonight... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-8339118006292641709?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/8339118006292641709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=8339118006292641709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-3020370038637427400</id><published>2011-04-11T23:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:22:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALICIA BRIDGES " I LOVE THE NIGHTLIFE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DN2qImB0sT0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="adbriteinline"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please don't talk about love tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't talk about sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't talk about being true&lt;br /&gt;and all the trouble we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, please don't talk about all of the plans&lt;br /&gt;we had for fixin' this broken romance.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go where the people dance.&lt;br /&gt;I want some action ... I want to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action ... I got so much to give.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it. I want to get some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I ... Ohhh I ... &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;I love the nightlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love the night life,&lt;br /&gt;I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't talk about love tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet talking won't make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Love and lies just bring me down&lt;br /&gt;when you've got women all over town.&lt;br /&gt;You can love them all and when you're through,&lt;br /&gt;maybe that'll make, huh, a man out of you.&lt;br /&gt;I got to go where the people dance.&lt;br /&gt;I want some action ... I want to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action ... I got so much to give.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it. I want to get some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I ... Ohhh I ... &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; "&gt;I love the nightlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love the night life,&lt;br /&gt;I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love the night life,&lt;br /&gt;I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love the night life,&lt;br /&gt;I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;I love the night life,&lt;br /&gt;I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-3020370038637427400?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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my last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to my last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;For i know what made you forget&lt;br /&gt;You're sill out there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;With someone you met&lt;br /&gt;And i'm down to my last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave this room&lt;br /&gt;You might call while i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;The minutes seem like hours&lt;br /&gt;Its soon will be dawn&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all&lt;br /&gt;Of my tears and regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to my last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to my last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And i'm trying so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;But you're still out there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;With someone you met&lt;br /&gt;And i'm down to my last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm down to my last cigarette&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4639256217797009453?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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LANG  &quot; CRYING&quot;'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7Cc8TI1KomU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-742488255022334477</id><published>2011-04-06T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:45:26.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMES TAYLOR "I DON'T WANT TO BE LONELY TONIGHT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QjZBg6R-m1c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me wrong, do me right,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lies but hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;Save your goodbyes for the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;But don't let me be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye and say hello,&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough good to see you, but it's time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Don't say yes but please don't say no,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away then, damn you,&lt;br /&gt;Go on and do as you please,&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gonna see me gettin' down on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I'm undecided, and your heart's been divided,&lt;br /&gt;You've been turning my world upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me wrong, do me right (right now baby),&lt;br /&gt;Go on and tell me lies but hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;Save your goodbyes for the morning light (morning light),&lt;br /&gt;But don't let me be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lonely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, I don't want to be lonely tonight.&lt;br 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allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;ing (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;bird (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;yeah (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Mockin'bird, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have you heard&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna buy me a mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;And if that mockingbird don't sing&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna buy me a diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;And if that diamond ring won't shine&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna surely break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I keep on tellin' everybody &lt;br /&gt;Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me now and understand&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna find me some piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;And if that piece of mind won't stay&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find myself a better way&lt;br /&gt;And if that better way ain't so&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I keep on shoutin' in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everybody have you heard&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna buy me a mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if that mockingbird don't sing&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna buy me a diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;And if that diamond ring won't shine&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it'll surely break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;And there's a reason why I keep on tellin' everybody&lt;br /&gt;Say yeah, yeah no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen now and understand&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna find me some piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if that piece of mind won't stay&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get myself a better way&lt;br /&gt;I might rise above, I might go below &lt;br /&gt;Ride with the tide and go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why I keep on shoutin' in your ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no, now, now. baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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troubled&lt;br /&gt;and you need a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing, whoa nothing is going right.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;br /&gt;and soon I will be there&lt;br /&gt;to brighten up even your darkest nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just call out my name,&lt;br /&gt;and you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running, oh yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer, or fall,&lt;br /&gt;all you got to do is call&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky above you&lt;br /&gt;should turn dark and full of clouds&lt;br /&gt;and that old north wind should begin to blow&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head together and call my name out loud now&lt;br /&gt;and soon I'll be knocking upon your door.&lt;br /&gt;You just call out my name and you know where ever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;all you got to do is call&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?&lt;br /&gt;People can be so cold.&lt;br /&gt;They'll hurt you and desert you.&lt;br /&gt;Well they'll take your soul if you let them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, but don't you let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just call out my name and you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, don't you know that,&lt;br /&gt;Winter spring summer or fall,&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, all you've got to do is call.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'll be there, yes I will.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8JS9glXfWfo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-3212258052366175044</id><published>2011-04-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:39:09.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAROLE KING AND JAMES TAYLOR "WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A4XRbgSCgrY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you're mine completely,&lt;br /&gt;You give your love so sweetly,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the light of love is in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But will you love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a lasting treasure,&lt;br /&gt;Or just a moment's pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Can I believe the magic of your sighs,&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight with words unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;You said that I'm the only one,&lt;br /&gt;But will my heart be broken,&lt;br /&gt;When the night (When the night)&lt;br /&gt;Meets the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know that your love,&lt;br /&gt;Is love I can be sure of,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now and I won't ask again,&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-3212258052366175044?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A4XRbgSCgrY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5154857448058187406</id><published>2011-04-06T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:32:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAROLE KING " WAY OVER YONDER"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wz8pfih6mxE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way over yonder is a place that I know&lt;br /&gt;anWhere I can see shelter from hunger d cold&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet-tastin' good life is so easily found&lt;br /&gt;Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I get there, the first thing I'll see&lt;br /&gt;Is the sun shining golden, shining right down on me&lt;br /&gt;Then trouble's gonna lose me, worry leave me behind &lt;br /&gt;And I'll stand up proudly in a true peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way over yonder is a place I have seen&lt;br /&gt;It's a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll find my way &lt;br /&gt;To the land where the honey runs in rivers each day&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet-tastin' good life is so easily found&lt;br /&gt;Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound&lt;br /&gt;Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-5154857448058187406?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wz8pfih6mxE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-2720623741069180605</id><published>2011-04-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:14:44.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAROLE KING AND JAMES TAYLOR "SO FAR AWAY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/urt2cy7AqFs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, doesn't anyone stay in one place anymore&lt;br /&gt;it will be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't help to know you are just time away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I reached for you, and there you stood&lt;br /&gt;holding you again, could only do me good&lt;br /&gt;oh, how I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;but you are so far away, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more song about moving along the highway&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much of anything that's new&lt;br /&gt;but if I could only work this life out my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather spend it being close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore ?&lt;br /&gt;it would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't help to know you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, yeah you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;nothing else but close my mind&lt;br /&gt;and I sure hope the road don't get to own me&lt;br /&gt;there are so many dreams that I've yet to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so far awaydoesn't anybody stay in one place anymore ?&lt;br /&gt;it would be so fine to see your face at my door&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't help to know you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away, oh you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need to get in touch with you bany&lt;br /&gt;you're so very very very far away&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're so far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-2720623741069180605?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/2720623741069180605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=2720623741069180605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-649534202059229156</id><published>2011-04-06T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:20:12.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAKIRA "MOSCAS EN LA CASA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PPTtZ28s5NU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí son tan oscuros &lt;br /&gt;Tan largos tan grises &lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí &lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí son tan absurdos &lt;br /&gt;Tan agrios tan duros &lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí &lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí no tienen noches &lt;br /&gt;Si alguna aparece &lt;br /&gt;Es inútil dormir &lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí son un derroche &lt;br /&gt;Las horas no tienen principio ni fin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan faltos de aire &lt;br /&gt;Tan llenos de nada &lt;br /&gt;Chatarra inservible &lt;br /&gt;basura en el suelo &lt;br /&gt;Moscas en la casa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí son como un cielo &lt;br /&gt;Sin lunas plateadas &lt;br /&gt;Ni rastros de sol &lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí son solo un eco &lt;br /&gt;Que siempre repite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/moscas-en-la-casa-lyrics-shakira.html ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La misma canción &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan faltos de aire &lt;br /&gt;Tan llenos de nada &lt;br /&gt;Chatarra inservible &lt;br /&gt;Basura en el suelo &lt;br /&gt;Moscas en la casa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pateando las piedras &lt;br /&gt;Aun sigo esperando que vuelvas conmigo &lt;br /&gt;Aun sigo buscando en las caras de ancianos &lt;br /&gt;Pedazos de niño &lt;br /&gt;Cazando motivos que me hagan creer &lt;br /&gt;Que aun me encuentro con vida &lt;br /&gt;Mordiendo mis uñas &lt;br /&gt;Ahogándome en llanto &lt;br /&gt;Extrañándote tanto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis días sin tí &lt;br /&gt;Como duelen mis días sin tí&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-649534202059229156?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/649534202059229156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=649534202059229156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/649534202059229156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/649534202059229156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/04/shakira-moscas-en-la-casa.html' title='SHAKIRA &quot;MOSCAS EN LA CASA&quot;'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PPTtZ28s5NU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-4071736717842950941</id><published>2011-04-03T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:06:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOSH GROBAN "HYMNE A L'AMOUR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=db90234d6bcd93e7ffacb5" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=db90234d6bcd93e7ffacb5&amp;skin_id=1702&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French&lt;br /&gt;Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer&lt;br /&gt;Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;Je me fous du monde entier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tant qu'l'amour inondera mes matins&lt;br /&gt;Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe les problèmes&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde&lt;br /&gt;Je me ferais teindre en blonde&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;J'irais décrocher la lune&lt;br /&gt;J'irais voler la fortune&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je renierais ma patrie&lt;br /&gt;Je renierais mes amis&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;On peut bien rire de moi&lt;br /&gt;Je ferais n'importe quoi&lt;br /&gt;Je ferais n'importe quoi&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un jour la vie t'arrache à moi&lt;br /&gt;Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;Car moi je mourrais aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité&lt;br /&gt;Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité&lt;br /&gt;Dans le ciel plus de problèmes&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour crois-tu qu'on s'aime?&lt;br /&gt;Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English &lt;br /&gt;The blue sky can collapse on us&lt;br /&gt;And the earth may well collapse&lt;br /&gt;I do not care if you love me&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that love will flood my mornings&lt;br /&gt;As my body quiver under your hands&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about problems&lt;br /&gt;My love, since you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go to the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a blond&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me&lt;br /&gt;I would go for the moon&lt;br /&gt;I would go steal a fortune&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would deny my homeland&lt;br /&gt;I would deny my friends&lt;br /&gt;if you asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day life, removes you from me&lt;br /&gt;or you die far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, because you love me  &lt;br /&gt;I would die too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have eternity for us&lt;br /&gt;on the blue of the immensity&lt;br /&gt;In the sky over the problems&lt;br /&gt;do you think my love&lt;br /&gt;God reunite those who love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo azul puede derrumbarse sobre nosotros&lt;br /&gt;Y la tierra y puede colapsar&lt;br /&gt;No me importa is me amas&lt;br /&gt;No me importa el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que el amor inundará mis mañanas&lt;br /&gt;A medida que mi cuerpo tiembla en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;No me importan los problemas&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, ya que me amas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo iría hasta el fin del mundo&lt;br /&gt;Me haria rubia&lt;br /&gt;Is tu me lo pidieras..&lt;br /&gt;Iria hasta la luna&lt;br /&gt;Robaria una fortuna&lt;br /&gt;Is tu me lo pidieras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negaría a mi patria&lt;br /&gt;negaria a mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;is tu me lo pidieras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos reir de mi&lt;br /&gt;haria no importa que&lt;br /&gt;haria no importa que&lt;br /&gt;is tu me lo pidieras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is un dia la vida te arranca de mi&lt;br /&gt;o te mueres lejos de mi&lt;br /&gt;no me importa, is me amas&lt;br /&gt;me moriria tambien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendremos la eternidad para nosotros&lt;br /&gt;en el azul de la inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;En el cielo sobre los  problemas&lt;br /&gt;crees mi amor que te amare&lt;br /&gt;Dios reune a los amantes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4071736717842950941?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/4071736717842950941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=4071736717842950941' title='0 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-8259701116656525002</id><published>2011-04-02T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:14:49.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" PENELOPE"   JOAN MANUEL SERRAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GXGYBybj5qo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Penelope, con su bolso de piel marron&lt;div&gt;y sus zapatos de tacon y su vestido de Domingo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penelope, se sienta en un banco en el anden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y espera a que llegue el primer tren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meneando el abanico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dicen en el pueblo, que un caminante paro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su reloj, una tarde de primavera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adios amor mio, no me llores volvere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antes que. de los sauces caigan las hojas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piensa en mi, volvere por ti......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pobre infeliz, se paro tu reloj infantil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;una tarde plomiza de Abril&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando se fue tu amante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se marchito, en tu huerto hasta la ultima flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no hay un sauce en la calle mayor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para Penelope....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penelope, triste es  a fuerza de esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sus ojos parecen brillar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si un tren silba a lo lejos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penelope, uno tras otros los ve pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mira sus caras, les oye hablar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para ella son muñecos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dicen en el pueblo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el caminante volvio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la encontro, en su banco de pino verde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la llamo Penelope, mi amante fiel my paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deja ya, de tejer sueños en tu mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mirame, soy tu amor, regrese....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le sonrio con los ojos llenitos de ayer,  no era asi, su cara ni su piel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu no eres quien yo espero.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y se quedo, con su bolso de piel marron y sus zapatitos de tacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentada en la estacion.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penelope....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GXGYBybj5qo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-9051540478593098433</id><published>2011-04-02T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T12:33:39.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITH PIAF  "LA VIE EN ROSE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rKgcKYTStMc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des yeux qui font baiser les miens&lt;br /&gt;Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche&lt;br /&gt;Voila le portrait sans retouche&lt;br /&gt;De l'homme auquel, j'appartiens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand il me prend dans ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Il me parle tout bas&lt;br /&gt;Je vois la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il me dit des mots d'amour&lt;br /&gt;Des mots de tous les jours&lt;br /&gt;Et ça me fait quelque chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est entré dans mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Une part de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Dont je connais la cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est lui pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Moi pour lui dans la vie&lt;br /&gt;Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et, dès que je l'apercois&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des nuits d'amour à ne plus en finir&lt;br /&gt;Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place&lt;br /&gt;Des enuis des chagrins, des phases&lt;br /&gt;Heureux, heureux a en mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand il me prend dans ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Il me parle tout bas&lt;br /&gt;Je vois la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il me dit des mots d'amour&lt;br /&gt;Des mots de tous les jours&lt;br /&gt;Et ça me fait quelque chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est entré dans mon Coeur&lt;br /&gt;Une part de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Dont je connais la cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est toi pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Moi pour toi dans la vie&lt;br /&gt;Il me l'a dit, m'a juré pour la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et, dès que je l'apercois&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala, lalalala&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-9051540478593098433?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/9051540478593098433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rKgcKYTStMc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-6675398223584102084</id><published>2011-04-02T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:35:30.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITH PIAF "  HYMNE A L'AMOUR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1gTGmbA40ZQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer&lt;br /&gt;Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;Je me fous du monde entier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tant qu'l'amour inondera mes matins&lt;br /&gt;Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe les problèmes&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde&lt;br /&gt;Je me ferais teindre en blonde&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;J'irais décrocher la lune&lt;br /&gt;J'irais voler la fortune&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je renierais ma patrie&lt;br /&gt;Je renierais mes amis&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;On peut bien rire de moi&lt;br /&gt;Je ferais n'importe quoi&lt;br /&gt;Je ferais n'importe quoi&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me le demandais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un jour la vie t'arrache à moi&lt;br /&gt;Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi&lt;br /&gt;Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes&lt;br /&gt;Car moi je mourrais aussi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité&lt;br /&gt;Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité&lt;br /&gt;Dans le ciel plus de problèmes&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour crois-tu qu'on s'aime?&lt;br /&gt;Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue sky can collapse on us&lt;br /&gt;And the earth may well collapse&lt;br /&gt;I do not care if you love me&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that love will flood my mornings&lt;br /&gt;As my body quiver under your hands&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about problems&lt;br /&gt;My love, since you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go to the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a blond&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me&lt;br /&gt;I would go for the moon&lt;br /&gt;I would go steal a fortune&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would deny my homeland&lt;br /&gt;I would deny my friends&lt;br /&gt;if you asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day life, removes you from me&lt;br /&gt;or you die far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, because you love me  &lt;br /&gt;I would die too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have eternity for us&lt;br /&gt;on the blue of the immensity&lt;br /&gt;In the sky over the problems&lt;br /&gt;do you think my love&lt;br /&gt;God reunite those who love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Español&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo azul puede derrumbarse sobre nosotros&lt;br /&gt;Y la tierra y puede colapsar&lt;br /&gt;No me importa si me amas&lt;br /&gt;No me importa el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que el amor inundará mis mañanas&lt;br /&gt;A medida que mi cuerpo tiembla en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;No me importan los problemas&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, ya que me amas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo iría hasta el fin del mundo&lt;br /&gt;Me haria rubia&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me lo pidieras..&lt;br /&gt;Iria hasta la luna&lt;br /&gt;Robaria una fortuna&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me lo pidieras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negaría a mi patria&lt;br /&gt;negaria a mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me lo pidieras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos reir de mi&lt;br /&gt;haria no importa que&lt;br /&gt;haria no importa que&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me lo pidieras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un dia la vida te arranca de mi&lt;br /&gt;o te mueres lejos de mi&lt;br /&gt;no me importa,si me amas&lt;br /&gt;me moriria tambien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendremos la eternidad para nosotros&lt;br /&gt;en el azul de la inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;En el cielo sobre los  problemas&lt;br /&gt;crees mi amor que te amare&lt;br /&gt;Dios reune a los amantes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6675398223584102084?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/6675398223584102084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=6675398223584102084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-1290644530526722676</id><published>2011-04-02T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T03:03:21.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEIL DIAMOND " WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dEDtJrhAkF0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Never ending on beginning&lt;br /&gt;On an ever-spinning reel&lt;br /&gt;Like a snowball down a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Or a carnival balloon&lt;br /&gt;Like a carousel that's turning&lt;br /&gt;Running rings around the moon&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on its face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Whirling silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tunnel that you follow&lt;br /&gt;To a tunnel of its own&lt;br /&gt;Down a hollow to a cavern&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun has never shone&lt;br /&gt;Like a door that keeps revolving&lt;br /&gt;In a half-forgotten dream&lt;br /&gt;Or the ripples from a pebble&lt;br /&gt;Someone tosses in a stream&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on its face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Whirling silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keys that jingle in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Words that jangle in your head&lt;br /&gt;Why did summer go so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said?&lt;br /&gt;Lovers walk along a shore&lt;br /&gt;And leave their footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Was the sound of distant drumming&lt;br /&gt;Just the fingers of your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Pictures hanging in a hallway&lt;br /&gt;Or the fragment of a song&lt;br /&gt;Half-remembered names and faces&lt;br /&gt;But to whom do they belong?&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that it was over&lt;br /&gt;Were you suddenly aware&lt;br /&gt;That the autumn leaves were turning&lt;br /&gt;To the color of her hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Never ending or beginning&lt;br /&gt;On an ever-spinning reel&lt;br /&gt;As the images unwind&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-1290644530526722676?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/1290644530526722676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dEDtJrhAkF0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-4987075715396701389</id><published>2011-04-02T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T03:01:11.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOM JONES " IF"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SkFO0Tn2F7c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a picture paints a thousand words, &lt;br /&gt;Then why can't I paint you? &lt;br /&gt;The words will never show the you I've come to know. &lt;br /&gt;If a face could launch a thousand ships, &lt;br /&gt;Then where am I to go? &lt;br /&gt;There's no one home but you, &lt;br /&gt;You're all that's left me too. &lt;br /&gt;And when my love for life is running dry, &lt;br /&gt;You come and pour yourself on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man could be two places at one time, &lt;br /&gt;I'd be with you. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way. &lt;br /&gt;If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die, &lt;br /&gt;I'd spend the end with you. &lt;br /&gt;And when the world was through, &lt;br /&gt;Then one by one the stars would all go out, &lt;br /&gt;Then you and I would simply fly away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-4987075715396701389?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/4987075715396701389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=4987075715396701389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5658230217647455219</id><published>2011-04-02T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:10:27.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BILLY JOEL  "PIANO MAN"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/se9rfWucgeY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nine o'clock on a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;The regular crowd shuffles in&lt;br /&gt;There's an old man sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;Making love to his tonic and gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure how it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete&lt;br /&gt;When I wore a younger man's clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, you're the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're all in the mood for a melody&lt;br /&gt;And you've got us feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now John at the bar is a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;He gets me my drinks for free&lt;br /&gt;And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke&lt;br /&gt;But there's someplace that he'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Jonathan, I believe this is killing me."&lt;br /&gt;As a smile ran away from his face&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm sure that I could be a porno star&lt;br /&gt;If I could get out of this place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, you're the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're all in the mood for a melody&lt;br /&gt;And you've got us feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Paul is a real estate novelist&lt;br /&gt;Who never had time for a wife&lt;br /&gt;And he's talkin' with Davey who's still in the Navy&lt;br /&gt;And probably will be for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress is practising politics&lt;br /&gt;While everyone in rochester slowly gets stoned&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than drinkin' alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(piano bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, you're the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're all in the mood for a melody&lt;br /&gt;And you've got us feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;And the manager gives me a smile&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they knows that it's me they've been comin' to see&lt;br /&gt;To forget about life for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the piano sounds like a carnival&lt;br /&gt;And the microphone smells like a beer&lt;br /&gt;And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar&lt;br /&gt;And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, you're the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're all in the mood for a melody&lt;br /&gt;And you've got us feelin' alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-5658230217647455219?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/5658230217647455219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=5658230217647455219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/5658230217647455219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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PIE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lu7hxguhFfI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember&lt;br /&gt;How that music used to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew if I had my chance&lt;br /&gt;That I could make those people dance&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But february made me shiver&lt;br /&gt;With every paper I'd deliver.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news on the doorstep;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take one more step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I cried&lt;br /&gt;When I read about his widowed bride,&lt;br /&gt;But something touched me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;"this'll be the day that I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you write the book of love,&lt;br /&gt;And do you have faith in God above,&lt;br /&gt;If the Bible tells you so? &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in rock 'n roll,&lt;br /&gt;Can music save your mortal soul,&lt;br /&gt;And can you teach me how to dance real slow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that you're in love with him&lt;br /&gt;`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;You both kicked off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck&lt;br /&gt;With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I was out of luck&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started singin',&lt;br /&gt;"bye-bye, miss american pie."&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;"this'll be the day that I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for ten years we've been on our own&lt;br /&gt;And moss grows fat on a our rollin' stone,&lt;br /&gt;But that's not how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;When the jester sang for the king and queen,&lt;br /&gt;In a coat he borrowed from James Dean&lt;br /&gt;And a voice that came from you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while the king was looking down,&lt;br /&gt;The jester stole his thorny crown.&lt;br /&gt;The courtroom was adjourned;&lt;br /&gt;No verdict was returned.&lt;br /&gt;And while Lennon read a book of Marx,&lt;br /&gt;The quartet practiced in the park,&lt;br /&gt;And we sang dirges in the dark&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were singing,&lt;br /&gt;"bye-bye, miss american pie."&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;"this'll be the day that I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helter skelter in a summer swelter.&lt;br /&gt;The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Eight miles high and falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;It landed foul on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;The players tried for a forward pass,&lt;br /&gt;With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the half-time air was sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;While the sergeants played a marching tune.&lt;br /&gt;We all got up to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but we never got the chance!&lt;br /&gt;`cause the players tried to take the field;&lt;br /&gt;The marching band refused to yield.&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall what was revealed&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started singing,&lt;br /&gt;"bye-bye, miss american pie."&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;"this'll be the day that I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there we were all in one place,&lt;br /&gt;A generation lost in space&lt;br /&gt;With no time left to start again.&lt;br /&gt;So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!&lt;br /&gt;Jack flash sat on a candlestick&lt;br /&gt;Cause fire is the devil's only friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as I watched him on the stage&lt;br /&gt;My hands were clenched in fists of rage.&lt;br /&gt;No angel born in hell&lt;br /&gt;Could break that satan's spell.&lt;br /&gt;And as the flames climbed high into the night&lt;br /&gt;To light the sacrificial rite,&lt;br /&gt;I saw satan laughing with delight&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was singing,&lt;br /&gt;"bye-bye, miss american pie."&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;"this'll be the day that I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl who sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her for some happy news,&lt;br /&gt;But she just smiled and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the sacred store&lt;br /&gt;Where I'd heard the music years before,&lt;br /&gt;But the man there said the music wouldn't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the streets: the children screamed,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;But not a word was spoken;&lt;br /&gt;The church bells all were broken.&lt;br /&gt;And the three men I admire most:&lt;br /&gt;The father, son, and the holy ghost,&lt;br /&gt;They caught the last train for the coast&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were singing,&lt;br /&gt;"bye-bye, miss american pie."&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;"this'll be the day that I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were singing,&lt;br /&gt;"bye-bye, miss american pie."&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6835970934323105315?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/6835970934323105315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=6835970934323105315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-5653093811739185427</id><published>2011-04-02T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T01:08:33.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JANE OLIVOR "STAY THE NIGHT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lnikkspMEE0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel I'm trying to swim the North Atlantic Ocean&lt;br /&gt;I'm traveling on a different kind of train&lt;br /&gt;Heaven saves a place for fallen angels&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to take me home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Baby say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Stay and love me&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Need you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living with a clock for a companion&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the telephone to cry&lt;br /&gt;If you stay and love me till the morning&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we won't ever say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Baby say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Stay and love me&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Need you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a while to know just where you're going&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you get lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;And since I feel the need inside me growing&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you won't mind it when I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Baby say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Stay and love me&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Need you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;Stay The Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lnikkspMEE0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-8651622126126628188</id><published>2011-04-02T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:53:37.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JANE OLIVOR "SOME ENCHANTED EVENING"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MqkBXg-Nrow" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some enchanted evening&lt;br /&gt;You may see a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;you may see a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Across a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;And somehow you know,&lt;br /&gt;You know even then&lt;br /&gt;That somewhere you'll see her&lt;br /&gt;Again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some enchanted evening&lt;br /&gt;Someone may be laughin',&lt;br /&gt;You may hear her laughin'&lt;br /&gt;Across a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;And night after night,&lt;br /&gt;As strange as it seems&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her laughter&lt;br /&gt;Will sing in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can explain it?&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell you why?&lt;br /&gt;Fools give you reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Wise men never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some enchanted evening&lt;br /&gt;When you find your true love,&lt;br /&gt;When you feel her call you&lt;br /&gt;Across a crowded room,&lt;br /&gt;Then fly to her side,&lt;br /&gt;And make her your own&lt;br /&gt;Or all through your life you&lt;br /&gt;May dream all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have found her,&lt;br /&gt;Never let her go.&lt;br /&gt;Once you have found her,&lt;br /&gt;Never let her go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-8651622126126628188?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/8651622126126628188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=8651622126126628188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8651622126126628188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/8651622126126628188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l0shbwip_sI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of what I say is meaninless&lt;br /&gt;by I say it just to reach you Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Julia&lt;br /&gt;ocean child calls me&lt;br /&gt;so I sing the song of love, Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;seashell eyes, windy smile calls me&lt;br /&gt;so I sing the song of love&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair of floating sky is shimmering&lt;br /&gt;glimmering in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Julia&lt;br /&gt;morning moon touch me&lt;br /&gt;so I sing the song of love&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cannot sing my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can only speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;sleeping sand, silent cloud touch me&lt;br /&gt;so I sing the song of love&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls me&lt;br /&gt;so I sing the song of love for Julia&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Julia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-6054733076004006959?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/6054733076004006959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=6054733076004006959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6054733076004006959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/6054733076004006959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/2011/04/john-lennon-julia.html' title='JOHN LENNON  &quot;JULIA&quot;'/><author><name>Sonia Paz Pachi Baronvine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13689328746607016135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l0shbwip_sI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-3518407888950521640</id><published>2011-04-01T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T01:38:55.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JANIS IAN " JESSE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8MZMFZDDGnU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed&lt;br /&gt;Where we slept; now it's growing cold.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse your face, in the place where we lay&lt;br /&gt;By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving the light on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not scared; I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling &lt;br /&gt;Your step; and I remember too.&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey&lt;br /&gt;And I still set a place on the table at noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm leaving the light on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not scared; I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse the spread on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you left, I kept it for you.&lt;br /&gt;All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned&lt;br /&gt;And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll swallow the light on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-3518407888950521640?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com/feeds/3518407888950521640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607055175815115739&amp;postID=3518407888950521640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/3518407888950521640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607055175815115739/posts/default/3518407888950521640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to ride the milk train anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to bed at night, and wake in with the dawn&lt;br /&gt;and﻿ lunch at half past noon, dinner prompt at five&lt;br /&gt;comfort all the few old friends, long past their prime&lt;br /&gt;Pass the tea and sympathy for good old days long gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll drink a toast to those who most believed in what they won&lt;br /&gt;it's a long long time till morning, plays wasted on the dawn&lt;br /&gt;and I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guest have gone, I'll tidy up the rooms&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn the covers down and gazing at the moon&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to go quite mad and ling in long ago&lt;br /&gt;when you and I were one, so very long ago&lt;br /&gt;Pass the tea and sympathy for good old days long gone&lt;br /&gt;we'll drink a toast to those who most believed in what they﻿ won&lt;br /&gt;it's a long long time till morning, plays wasted on the dawn&lt;br /&gt;and I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have no dreams to give you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll light a blazing fire and wait within the door&lt;br /&gt;and throw my life away " I wonder why?" they all will say&lt;br /&gt;And now I lay me down﻿ to sleep, forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;Pass the tea and sympathy for good the old days are dead&lt;br /&gt;Let's drink a toast to those who best survived the life they've led&lt;br /&gt;it's a long long time till morning, so build your fires high&lt;br /&gt;now I lay me down to sleep, forever by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-1534170977407277741?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bf_PG4SAYfU/R6en-GR9TqI/AAAAAAAACAw/Do6phqoAikA/S220/Chile%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EmHXRJMxYCQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607055175815115739.post-7858014798951164820</id><published>2011-04-01T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T01:16:26.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOAN BAEZ " JESSE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/frrKR6dZ3pI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607055175815115739-7858014798951164820?l=elcancionerodepachi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark &lt;br /&gt;All the sweet, green icing flowing down... &lt;br /&gt;Someone left the cake out in the rain &lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it took so long to bake it &lt;br /&gt;And I'll never have that recipe again &lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the yellow cotton dress &lt;br /&gt;Foaming like a wave &lt;br /&gt;On the ground around your knees &lt;br /&gt;The birds, like tender babies in your hands &lt;br /&gt;And the old men playing checkers by the trees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another song for me &lt;br /&gt;For I will sing it &lt;br /&gt;There will be another dream for me &lt;br /&gt;Someone will bring it &lt;br /&gt;I will drink the wine while it is warm &lt;br /&gt;And never let you catch me looking at the sun &lt;br /&gt;And after all the loves of my life &lt;br /&gt;After all the loves of my life &lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take my life into my hands and I will use it &lt;br /&gt;I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it &lt;br /&gt;I will have the things that I desire &lt;br /&gt;And my passion flow like rivers through the sky. &lt;br /&gt;And after all the loves of my life &lt;br /&gt;After all the loves of my life &lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;And wondering why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark &lt;br /&gt;All the sweet, green icing flowing down... &lt;br /&gt;Someone left the cake out in the rain &lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it took so long to bake it &lt;br /&gt;And I'll never have that recipe again &lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, no &lt;br /&gt;No, no &lt;br /&gt;Oh NO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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