<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514902</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:52:58.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A las sombras del arbol de Singapur</title><subtitle type='html'>donde fluyen las horas como el agua del invierno, en un rio de tiempo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elarboldesingapur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elarboldesingapur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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conoce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en las paginas de tu libro&lt;br /&gt;el mar esta tragandose las montañas&lt;br /&gt;con la lluvia en mi cara&lt;br /&gt;no hay lugar que sea para mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ir corriendo hacia vos&lt;br /&gt;por que he sido capturado una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora las calles estan vacias&lt;br /&gt;y todo lo que dije lo quice decir&lt;br /&gt;tras cancion tras cancion tras cancion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora estoy hecho de polvo y arsiya &lt;br /&gt;en la calle los chicos se detienen y miran&lt;br /&gt;y no se si veran los milagors o las alturas a las que quise llegar&lt;br /&gt;o si van a romper las hojas del libro para encender un fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el arbol de lima veo al hombre del bote que se aleja&lt;br /&gt;por cada respiro mio, y por cada cosa que se&lt;br /&gt;hay una mano que me protege&lt;br /&gt;y tan pronto de olvidaste de mi,&lt;br /&gt;ya te olvidaste de mi cancion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the dirty end of winter&lt;br /&gt;Along the loom of the land&lt;br /&gt;When I walked with sweet Sally&lt;br /&gt;Hand upon hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wind it bit bitter&lt;br /&gt;For a boy of no means&lt;br /&gt;With no shoes on his feet&lt;br /&gt;And a knife in his jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the loom of the land&lt;br /&gt;The mission bells peeled&lt;br /&gt;From the tower at Saint Mary's&lt;br /&gt;Down to Reprobate Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw that the world&lt;br /&gt;Was all blessed and bright&lt;br /&gt;And Sally breathed softly&lt;br /&gt;In the majestic night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baby please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;And try to keep&lt;br /&gt;Your little hand upon my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Now go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elms and the poplars&lt;br /&gt;Were turning their backs&lt;br /&gt;Past the rumbling station&lt;br /&gt;We followed the tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found an untrodden path&lt;br /&gt;And followed it down&lt;br /&gt;The moon in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Like a dislodged crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands they burned&lt;br /&gt;In the folds of her coat&lt;br /&gt;Breathing milky white air&lt;br /&gt;From deep in her throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baby please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;And try to keep&lt;br /&gt;Your little head upon my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Now go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sally in whispers&lt;br /&gt;I'll never bring you harm&lt;br /&gt;Her breast it was small&lt;br /&gt;And warm in my palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her the moon&lt;br /&gt;Was a magical thing&lt;br /&gt;That it shone gold in winter&lt;br /&gt;And silver in spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we walked and walked&lt;br /&gt;Across the endless sands&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my Sally&lt;br /&gt;Along the loom of the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baby please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;And try to keep&lt;br /&gt;Your little head upon my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Now go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514902-107740112725311421?l=elarboldesingapur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514902/posts/default/107740112725311421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514902/posts/default/107740112725311421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elarboldesingapur.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107740112725311421' title=''/><author><name>Singapur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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