AND NOW, THE END IS HERE,
AND SO I FACE THE FINAL CURTAIN.
MY FRIEND, I´LL SAY IT CLEAR,
I´LL STATE MY CASE, OF WHICH I´M CERTAIN.
I´VE LIVED A LIFE THAT´S FULL,
I TRAVELLED EACH AND EVERY HIGHWAY.
AND MORE, MUCH MORE THAN THIS,
I DID IT MY WAY.

REGRETS, I´VE HAD A FEW
BUT THEN AGAIN, TOO FEW TO MENTION.
I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO
AND SAW IT THROUGH WITHOUT EXEMPTION.
I PLANNED EACH CHARTED COURSE,
EACH CAREFUL STEP ALONG THE BYWAY.
AND MORE, MUCH MORE THAN THIS,
I DID IT MY WAY.

YES, THERE WERE TIMES,
I´M SURE YOU KNEW,
WHEN I BIT OFF
MORE THAN I COULD CHEW.
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BUT THROUGH IT ALL,
WHEN THERE WAS DOUBT,
I ATE IT UP AND SPIT IT OUT.
I FACED IT ALL AND I STOOD TALL,
AND DID IT MY WAY.

I´VE LOVED, I´VE LAUGHED AND CRIED.
I´VE HAD MY FILL, MY SHARE OF LOSING.
AND NOW, AS TEARS SUBSIDE,
I FIND IT ALL SO AMUSING
TO THINK I DID ALL THAT.
AND MAY I SAY, NOT IN A SHY WAY,
´OH, NO, OH, NO, NOT ME, I DID IT MY WAY´.

FOR WHAT IS A MAN, WHAT HAS HE GOT?
IF NOT HIMSELF, THEN HE HAS NAUGHT.
TO SAY THE THINGS HE TRULY FEELS
AND NOT THE WORDS OF ONE WHO KNEELS.
THE RECORD SHOWS I TOOK THE BLOWS
AND DID IT MY WAY.

YES, IT WAS MY WAY.

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pero una de mis favoritas en un fado que se titula Cabaleiro Monxe. Me transporta a la Edad Media y tiene la saudade propia del pueblo Portugués. Entre los tangos, me gusta Garufa y de la bossa-nova os recomiendo encarecidamente a Vinicius de Morais con su canción Playa de Itapoá. Ya me comentaréis. Bicos.

Y entre cenizas frías, nuestra historia,
que es nuestra aunque de ti nunca fue nada,
como una tenue voz, tal vez soñada,
se agosta en el desván de la memoria

Es verdad que es triste como la vida misma,pero es bonita.

La poesía en tu rutina – Campaña Productos Natura
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La idea es la rutina del papel.
El final es la rutina del inicio.
… La rutina de la duda es el supuesto.
La rutina del espejo es el opuesto.

El corazón es la rutina del latir.
El sonido es la rutina del oído.
La rutina del amor es el toque.
La rutina de la garganta es el rock.

El parque es la rutina del paseo.
La rutina de la boca es el deseo.
El silbido es la rutina del viento.
La rutina de la piel es el estremecimiento.

Descubre la poesía en tu rutina….¡¡¡

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-r-OyzOlSk