Birds
My Daily Walks
´You got a way of walking
You got a way of talking
And there's something about you
And now I know I never ever
Want to be without you
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
Of your precious love
Of your precious love´
The Pogues
Autumn Leaves
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Joseph Kosma
Girona
´I tornaré a Girona
Quan bufi tramontana
Per perdre’m en silenci
Pels vells carrers que enyoro.
I tornaré a Girona
Sense esperar que em cridin
Amb tremolor a les cames
I els ulls oberts com llunes.
Serà un dia de somni
Quan tornaré a Girona´
Miquel Martí i Pol
Late Spring
“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”
Oscar Wilde
