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The Windmills of your Mind es una canción de Michel Legrand. El planeador matrícula N9860E usado por Steve McQueen en El Caso Thomas Crown (1968) todavía está en servicio, registrado en un aeropuerto de Greensboro, Carolina del Norte. Como siempre, gracias por venir. Si te gustó el post puedes apuntarte a través del correo electrónico o por medio del feed RSS (más información acerca del RSS). También puedes seguirme a través de mis elementos compartidos.
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Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Que pases una noche estupenda y que mañana sea lo que Dios quiera ;-)
Felices fiestas WLS.
Que tengamos todos un estupendo 2010. Nunca deja de sorprenderme lo rápido que pasa el tiempo... 10 años ya del efecto 2000. Un abrazo!
Sam.
0z7DA ... ¿2010 En Hexadecimal? jajaja, un efecto colateral del cava :-) .
Feliz 11111011010
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