Saturday, July 29, 2006

One for my baby and one more for the road

Una de las más hermosas canciones, en cuanto a la composición musical en la inconfundible voz del Viejo de los ojos azules. Esta versión Sinatra canta acompañado sólo por un piano nostálgico propio de un blue. ¡¡¡Otra de mis favoritas!!!
Escuché otra versión de Frank Sinatra en un concierto dado en Tokio, Japón en el año 1985, el arreglo me gustó más que ésta. Espero que les guste.



At 4:16 PM, Blogger Gustavo er Cura said...

sencillamente genial, un abrazo des del otro lado del charco

At 9:02 AM, Blogger marmota said...

Pero Lilian , qué nivel!Has aprendido a poner muchas cositas . Un abrazo romántica .

At 10:07 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

No quiero parecer pesado, pero cada vez que prendo el PC, "New York, New York" y "I've got you under my skin" son las primeras canciones en escucharse. Grande Sinatra, a pesar de lo mafioso que fue.

Un abrazo mi niña, cuídese y gracias por vuestras visitas.

Atte. se despide.

Don Clavito

At 7:37 PM, Blogger greenlightning said...

grande frank
bueno por suerte se grabaron muchas de las canciones que canto y no se perdieron como otros cantantes anteriores


At 1:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Como le felicito por sus posts. Estoy con cura chileno, muy majo y nos habló de viña del mar y de lapanamericana y de los vinos.Ya sabe quien soy, regalón, necesito me ponga mail pronto, para pedirle consejo.

At 7:34 AM, Blogger Maru said...

muchas gracias.

At 7:46 PM, Blogger whoami123 said...


We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

At 8:10 AM, Blogger Julio said...

Muy weno...por algo es "LA VOZ"

At 6:08 PM, Blogger Prismatico said...

no se ve ya el video, lastima salu2

At 2:51 AM, Blogger DasGretchen said...

hace tiempo que no paso. Espero que tu hijo esté bien! te enlazo (me darán premio por bitacorera que más bitácoras borra y crea???) un gran saludo!

At 6:43 AM, Blogger sinretorno said...

Pero por qué has dejado de escribir. Vaga, vaga y regalona...

At 10:12 AM, Blogger Hard said...


¿no va a volver a escribir?. Anímese.
Saludos cordiales desde Pamplona.


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