sábado, 19 de noviembre de 2011

Invisible - Big Time Rush

Do you ever wonder, when you listen to the thunder
And your world just feels so small
Put yourself on the line and time after time
Keep feeling inside that they don't know you're alive
Are you out of mind or just invisible

But I won't let you fall
I'll see you, through them all
And i just wanna let you know

Oh, when the lights go down in the city
You'll be right there shining bright
You're a star and the sky's the limit
And I'll be right by your side
Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me
Oh, you know, you're not gonna be invisible

Do you ever think of, what you're standing at the brink of
Feel like giving up, but you just can't walk away
And night after night, always trying to decide
Are you gonna speak out or get lost in the crowd
Do you take a chance of stay invisible

But I won't let you fall
I'll see you, through them all
And i just wanna let you know

Oh, when the lights go down in the city

You'll be right there shining bright
You're a star and the sky's the limit
And I'll be right by your side
Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me
Oh, you know, you're not gonna be invisible

Gotta look far, I'll be where you are
I wish you could see what I see
So don't ask why, just look inside
Baby it's all you need
And I don't understand why you won't (you won't)
Take my hand and go
Cause you're so beautiful
And everytime that

Oh, when the lights go down in the city
You'll be right there shining bright
You're a star and the sky's the limit
And I'll be right by your side
Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me
Oh, you know, you're not gonna be invisible

Oh, when the lights go down in the city
You'll be right there shining bright
You're a star and the sky's the limit
And I'll be right by your side
Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me
Oh, you know, you're not gonna be invisible.
 

Invisible - Big Time Rush

Absoluta - César Vallejo

Color de ropa antigua. Un julio a sombra,
y un agosto recién segado. Y una
mano de agua que injertó en el pino
resinoso de un tedio malas frutas.

Ahora que has anclado, oscura ropa,
tornas rociada de un suntuoso olor
a tiempo, a abreviación... Y he cantado
el proclive festín que se volcó.

Mas ¿no puedes, Señor, contra la muerte,
contra el límite, contra lo que acaba?
¡Ay, la llaga en color de ropa antigua,
cómo se entreabre y huele a miel quemada!

¡Oh unidad excelsa! ¡Oh lo que es uno
por todos!
¡Amor contra el espacio y contra el tiempo!
Un latido único de corazón;
un solo ritmo: ¡Dios!

Y al encogerse de hombros los linderos
en un bronco desdén irreductible,
hay un riego de sierpes
en la doncella plenitud del 1.
¡Una arruga, una sombra!