En Azul

Bueno después de un buen tiempo sin ningún post, ya tocaba publicar. Mis disculpas por la tardanza, pero no siempre se puede.

Fotografía realizada en el año 2007, en primavera, utilizando un filtro fotográfico que le da ese toque azuladado a la Torre de la Iglesia de San Lorenzo.

Azul, es la foto de la Torre de San Lorenzo. Cada día, cada hora, descubres vistas nuevas, enfoques, encuadres diferentes que hacen disfrutar de la fotografía. 

Cada foto tomada es diferente, porque la luz, siempre la luz, es diferente y cambia la realidad.

Os dejo con Don Mclean Joel, uno de los grandes cantautores de todos los tiempos, ganador de 6 Grammys en su carrera. Es un cantante, compositor y pianista estadounidense. El tema fue grabado y lanzado en el álbum homónimo en 1971 y fue un éxito absoluto en el mundo entero, alcanzando la cima en casi todos los países. En Estados Unidos se quedó en lo mas alto durante 4 semanas y en el Reino Unido el sencillo alcanzó el nº 2 en su versión original de 1972, y una reedición del tema en 1991 alcanzó el nº.12. 

La canción relata The Day the Music Died (El día que la música murió), o sea, el fatídico accidente de avión de 1959 que privó al mundo de lo que aun podrían habernos ofrecido y dejado Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens y el Big Bopper (Jiles Perry Richardson, Jr.) fallecidos en el accidente. La Asociación de la Industria Discográfica de Estados Unidos calificó el sencillo como la 5ª mejor canción del siglo XX. American Pie se considera la magnum opus de Don McLean.

Don MacLean -  American Pie

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A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So

[Chorus]
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'

[Chorus]

Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'

[Chorus]

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin'

[Chorus]

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'

[Chorus]

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most-
the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost-
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singing