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!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Leonard Cohen. In my secret life.

Review of the song:

http://www.helium.com/items/1970648-song-lyric-analysis-in-my-secret-life-by-leonard-cohen

In my secret life.
According to my friend Juan Sisinio, "this is one of the Leonnard Cohen's relatively recent songs. This isn't from his golden age; in fact, he recorded it when he was already old. The gentleness with which he sings this song is great",... as you can see. 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyMC5MJYOZ8



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2 comments:

  1. Mira que lunaDecember 11, 2010 at 11:13 AM

    Thanks a lot, Juan Sisinio.

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  2. Mira que lunaDecember 11, 2010 at 11:17 AM

    Lyrics.


    I saw you this morning.
    You were moving so fast.
    Can’t seem to loosen my grip
    On the past.
    And I miss you so much.
    There’s no one in sight.
    And we’re still making love
    In My Secret Life.

    I smile when I’m angry.
    I cheat and I lie.
    I do what I have to do
    To get by.
    But I know what is wrong.
    And I know what is right.
    And I’d die for the truth
    In My Secret Life.

    Hold on, hold on, my brother.
    My sister, hold on tight.
    I finally got my orders.
    I’ll be marching through the morning,
    Marching through the night,
    Moving cross the borders
    Of My Secret Life.

    Looked through the paper.
    Makes you want to cry.
    Nobody cares if the people Live or die.
    And the dealer wants you thinking
    That it’s either black or white.
    Thank G-d it’s not that simple
    In My Secret Life.

    I bite my lip.
    I buy what I’m told:
    From the latest hit,
    To the wisdom of old.
    But I’m always alone.
    And my heart is like ice.
    And it’s crowded and cold
    In My Secret Life.

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