Memòries d’Àfrica des de Barcelona

Casualitat o no, ahir van tornar a fer la peli “memòrias de Africa”, i avui tornen a sonar cançons noves i no tant noves, i em tornen a picar els mosquits.  Ja sigui a Àfrica o a Catalunya, hi ha coses que no canvien, ni canviaran ni que passin mil anys, tal i com ho veig jo. Tu què opines ? Des de Barcelona, bon diumenge 🙂

I una cançó per celebrar el dia d’avui, igual que el d’ahir: i a posar carbó a la caldera (com diu una altra cançó)

 

Barcelona,
I still long to hold her once more, oh,
My boots of leather,
From Europe
I gather you know, know,

Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I’ll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona

A native man sang in a foreign tongue,
I still ache to know the song that he sung,
Barcelona

Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I’ll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona

Every time you have to go
Shut my eyes and you know
I’ll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona

Every time you have to go
I shut my mind and you know
I’ll be lying right by your side
In Barcelona

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