Un abuelo perjudica menos que un padre Pero a más gente
Un ventilador es un reloj que adelanta
bestialmente
Sí señor existe la amistad entre el hombre y la
mujer Es el amor
Tanto jode el gallo que al final sale el sol
Ojo que apenas un milímetro separa subrayar de
tachar
No hay que confundir un calzoncillo moderno Con uno que te queda chico
No hay que confundir un hombre de barba muy
negra Con un hombre que habla por teléfono
No hay que confundir un hombre que se pone una
bufanda Con un hombre que hace gestos desesperados
No hay que confundir un mozo doblando una
servilleta Con una mujer que viene a asesinarte
Morir es como dormir Pero sin levantarse a hacer pis
Nada más fácil que escribir un poema Basta crearse una situación poética y redactarla
Dios castiga a los católicos
El hombre tiene dos balcones donde asomarse La mujer El cosmos
Enamorarse es meramente percibir a fondo las
diferencias entre una persona y las demás
Equivocarse de bolsillo no es tan trágico
Hay dos clases de desesperación La relativa o poesía La absoluta o muerte
Hombre solo se acoda en mostrador Hombre con mujer espera mesita
Ideal de todo hombre Que su presencia sea una fiesta para los otros
La vida es un viaje a la muerte con escala en la
mujer
Las mujeres echan hijos como los barcos anclas
Las mujeres quieren amor y cosas
Lo particular son los granos que le salen a lo
general
Las orejas ponen a la nariz entre paréntesis
Los grillos dirigen el tráfico del campo
Los hombres deberían llevar el anillo
matrimonial en el pene
Los peces son personas atadas de pies y manos
Manifiesto Los poemas deben ser cortos Las novelas largas Los ensayos que se entiendan Las películas de acción contemporánea Y todas las óperas son atroces
A renaissance, another day To tiptoe on the balustrade Get over you, like anything I ever could It's easier from far away Imagine this another way I know the lines to every play The best ones cry So please come wake me up There's a mob at the door I hear them calling for my head And they're scaling the walls I'm still, still dreaming magnificent things It's awful high above the stage In shadows on the balcony Afraid to dive, it's worse to wait The best ones cry Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your— There's a mob at the door I hear them calling for my head And they're scaling the walls I'm still, still dreaming magnificent things There's a mob at the door I hear them calling for my head And they're scaling the walls I'm still, still dreaming magnificent things Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your love Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your love Please come wake me up I'm waiting for your love
I found me a hopeless case, and
resolve to love Maybe we can find a decent place When I'm old enough Found love in an
empty gaze, try to fix it up I found me a
hopeless case, oh
I'll fall for you
soon enough I resolve to love Now I know it's
just another fuck Cause I'm old enough Sell lies like
their only trust It will pick me up I'll fall for you
soon enough, oho, oho
Oho, don't be
scared, that it's a harder kind of feel Hold on tight, you
must hold on unless you're in it Ease your mind, and
when you think, you're thinking clear It's alright, you
really tired for a minute' I just say, that
it's another on the clock It is a summer
calling sickness
Sonsick at the t
ball games, I so feel luck Maybe find a place
where we could mess When we're old
enough We can never go
from all the rest We can live it up All pressed in the
Sunday best, oho, oho
Sonsick at the t
ball games, I so feel luck Maybe find a place
where we could mess When we're old
enough Make plans and
we'll buy the things, try to fix it up Sonsick at the t
ball games, oho, oho
Oho, don't be
scared, that it's a harder kind of feel Hold on tight, you
must hold on unless you're in it Ease your mind, and
when you think, you're thinking clear It's alright, you
really tired for a minute' I just say, that
it's another on the clock It is a summer
calling sickness It is a summer
calling sickness Summer calling
sickness
Oho, don't be
scared, that it's a harder kind of feel Hold on tight, you
must hold on unless you're in it Ease your mind, and
when you think, you're thinking clear It's alright, you
really tired for a minute' I just say, that
it's another on the clock It is a summer
calling sickness It is a summer
calling sickness Summer calling
sickness.
I step off the train
I'm walkin' down your street again
And pass your door
But you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
And now you've disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you
Oh
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
Of ev'ryone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout, down to me
Where I always used to be
And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
Back on the train
I ask why did I come again
Can I confess?
I've been hangin' 'round your old address
And the years have proved
To offer nothin' since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on
And I miss you
Oh-oh (Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, yeah
(Like the deserts miss the rain) And I miss you
I step off the train
I'm walkin' down your street again
Pass your door
I guess you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
And now you've disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, yeah
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, and I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, yeah
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
Deserts miss the rain
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
Like the deserts
miss the rain
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
La vida es algo para lo cual en muchas ocasiones uno carece de adjetivos. Forget me not.
Monica:
She suffered from severe scoliosis, and as a result was forced to retire from performing in 1999. She made her last lengthy official tour in 1997, and gave one of her last concerts at Sweden's Hultsfred Festival (which usually is a festival for pop and rock bands; but she participated anyway - and the young rock audience loved her). In the last years of her life she used a wheelchair because of her scoliosis. On 12 May 2005, she died following an accidental fire in her apartment in Stockholm. [3]
Bill:
In April 1979, Evans met Canadian waitress Laurie Verchomin, with whom he would have a relationship until his death. Verchomin was 28 years younger.[43]
At the beginning of a several-week tour of the trio through the Pacific Northwest in the spring of 1979, Evans learned that his brother, Harry, who had been diagnosed with schizophrenia, had committed suicide at age 52.[7][14][43] This news shocked him deeply, and some of the concerts had to be canceled. His friends and relatives believe that this event precipitated his own death the following year.[7][43]
Marc Johnson recalled: "This fateful trip marks [...] the beginning of the end. Bill's willingness to play and work decreased noticeably after the death of Harry, actually it was just the music itself that held him upright. He fulfilled his obligations because he needed money, but these were the few moments in his life when he felt comfortable - the times in between must have been depressing, and he barely showed a willingness to live."[5]
In August 1979, Evans recorded his last studio album, We Will Meet Again, featuring a composition of the same name written for his brother. The album won a Grammy award posthumously in 1981, along with I Will Say Goodbye.[46]
During the late 1970s, Evans became addicted to cocaine. He started with one gram per weekend, but later started taking several grams daily.[43]His brother Harry's suicide may have also influenced his emotional state after 1979. His sister-in-law Pat Evans has stated that she knew Bill wouldn't last long after Harry's death and she wondered if that's what prompted her to buy three plots in a Baton Rouge Cemetery, where Harry rested.[7]It is also known that he voluntarily quit his treatment for chronichepatitis.[7]Laurie Verchomin has claimed that Evans was clear in mind that he would die in a short time.[43]
On September 15, 1980, Evans, who had been in bed for several days with stomach pains at his home in Fort Lee, was accompanied by Joe LaBarbera and Verchomin to theMount Sinai Hospital in New York, where he died that afternoon.[43] The cause of death was a combination of peptic ulcer,cirrhosis, bronchial pneumonia, and untreated hepatitis.[8] Evans's friend Gene Lees described Evans's struggle with drugs as "the longest suicide in history."[8] He was interred in Baton Rouge, next to his brother Harry.
Where
has the time all gone to?
Haven't done half the things we want to
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
This day was just a token
Too many words are still unspoken
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
Just when the fun is startin'
Comes the time for partin'
But let's just be glad for what we've had
And what's to come
There's so much more embracin'
Still to be done but time is racin'
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
Y esta última, que hay que verla en el enlace que adjunto aquí. Monica Zetterlund(vo) , Bill Evans(p) , Eddie Gomez(b) , Alex Riel(ds) Recorded in Copenhagen Oct. 1966 Monica Zetterlund with Bill Evans Trio "Once upon a Summertime" Once upon a summertime if you recall
We stopped beside then in a flower stall
A bunch of bright forget-me-nots
Was all I let you buy me
Once upon a summertime just like today
We laughed the happy afternoon away
And stole a kiss in every street cafe
You were sweeter than the blossom on the tree
I was as proud as any girl could be
As if the major had offered me the key, the key to Paris
Now another wintertime has come and gone
The pigeons feeding in the square have flown
But I remember when the vespers chime
You loved me once upon a summertime
