"Seven Days"

The pebbles you've arranged
In the sand, they're strange
They speak to me like constellations
As we lie here
There's a magic I can hold
Your smile of honey gold
And that you never seem to be in short supply of
Oooh, so baby let's get it on
Drinking wine and killing time
Sitting in the summer sun
You know I've wanted you so long
Why do you have to
Drop that bomb on me?

Lazy days, crazy dolls
You said we've been friends too long
Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the summer dress you wore in spring
The way we laughed as one
And then you dropped the bomb
That I've known you too long
For us to have a thing

Could it be this?
The stories in your eyes
The silent wings
You'll fly away on

Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the sunbeam dress you wore in spring
Yeah, yeah, the way we laughed as one
Why did you drop the bomb on me?

Could it be this?
The honeysuckle blessings you seem to show me
Could it be this?
For seven days in June I wasn't lonely
Could it be this?
You never gave me time to say I love you
Could it be this?
I know you don't believe me but it's so true

Don't walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away
I read the sories in your eyes

And you've been telling me
We've been friends for too long
Why do you want to drop the bomb?
Telling me
We've been friends for too long
Why do you want to drop the bomb?
You tell me we've been friends for too long, yeah
I think I love you
I think I love you
Why do you want to drop that bomb?

Jamiroquai

IMAGINACION
La imaginacion nos nace desde cero
cohabita con nosotros desde el vamos
nos sumerge tiernamente en el limbo
o nos hace creer que estamos en la gloria

cuando palpita el corazon infame
y el contorno se vuelve torbellino
aprendemos a imaginar claveles
y rosas y jacintos y azucenas
despuýs mucho despuýs brota la historia
la propia y la de todos y los pajaros
nos hacen sombra y luces con sus alas
y ya nos va quedando poco margen
para que sin demora imaginemos
poquito a poco el mundo que estrenamos

llega el sonido y otra voz madura
portadora de gracia o de desgracia
y al sentirnos inmersos en nosotros
es casi obligatorio despojarnos
para volver a ser lo que fuimos

si la imaginacion nos hace desde cero
y nos sigue sirviendo desde miles
visitamos a tientas el infierno
y el paraiso desde lejos de la vida real
sabemos poco y por eso sin prisa
la inventamos mientras la aguja del reloj
veridico avanza poco a poco en el futuro
y entramos en la etapa inexorable pajaros
orgullosos de sus alas de sus plumas serenas de
sus picos de sus vuelos a ciegas o videntes
sienten la obligacion de abrir las nubes para
que el sol los cargue de diamantes.
Benedetti