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'Love in the Time of Cholera'...
Can there be such a thing as infinite love? Something so deep and entrenched in the soul, that time, distance, nor space can diminish it? That is the basis of this incredible story written by one of Latin America's greatest writers. The movie, unlike many, does it beautiful justice. Sensitively brought to the screen with the same passion and intensity as experienced in the novel.
Shakira did it further justice by honoring it with this song she wrote especially for the film: 'Cada Dia Pienso en Ti' (Every Day I think of You). It is full of longing and pathos. Even without understanding the words...one cannot help but feel the pain of the lover who's waited for almost 53 years for his love. This is a story only a Latin could write... No apologies for the long post...this story and song have touched me deeply, as my life has been a similar story - without the happy ending of this one. |
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Drop it drop it low girl....
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High Cotton -- Alabama We didn't know that times were lean Around our home the grass was green It didn't seem like things were all that bad I bet we walked a thousand miles Choppin' cotton and pushin' plows And learnin' how to give it all we had As life went on and years went by I saw the light in daddy's eyes And felt the love in mama's hands They kept us warm and kept us fed Taught us how to look ahead Now lookin' back, I understand We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Those fertile fields are never far away We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced When Sunday mornings rolled around We dressed up in hand-me-downs Just in time, together with the church Sometimes I think how long it's been And how it impressed me then It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Those fertile fields are never far away We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Those fertile fields are never far away We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Those fertile fields are never far away We were walkin' in high cotton Old times there are not forgotten Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced We were walkin' in high cotton ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
Dancin', Shaggin' on the Boulevard -- Alabama Well the Magic Attic's where the music rolls And the Army-Navy's got ol' Jackie Soul Down on Peaches Corner there are Good Ol' Boys And Mother Fletchers makin' lots of noise They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well the Tams are playin' at the Port-O-Call And the Drifters underneath the Boardwalk At the Sapnish Galleon and Ol' Fat Jacks Jukebox playin' and the place is packed You bet they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard You know they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Got the top down and the traffic's slow Sun Fun Week and, we all go Where the girls are sunnin' and lookin' good Well I never met 'em but I wish I could And we'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard We'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well the Embers singin' up on Ocean Drive And the Castaways are gettin' loud tonight At the Electric Circus they all getin' down And the Carousel's spinnin' round and 'round See them dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard I see 'em dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well I'm hangin out down at Sloppy Joe's They may doze but they never close And the Bama (Georgia) Boys at the Bowery They can't dance but they play for free But they like dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard They know dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard They wrote dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
The Man In Love With You -- George Strait I'm not the hero who will always save the day. Don't always wear the white hat, don't always know the way. I may not even be the dream you wanted to come true, But I'll always be the man in love with you. I'm not the key that opens every door. I don't have the power to give you all you want and more, But when you're needin' somethin' special you can hold on to, I'll always be the man in love with you. I never could work miracles. There may be others who can do what I can't do, But no one else can be as good as me at lovin' you. So when the world won't turn the way you wish it would, And the dreams you have don't come alive as often as they should, Remember that there's someone there whose heart is always true. I'll always be the man in love with you. Remember that there's someone there whose heart is always true, Someone there to help you make it through. I'll always be the man in love with you. ~Theo~ :winky::heartbeat::smladybug::listening::bouquet: |
Didn't even realize how lonely I'd become, until love came my way again.
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your conscience awakes and you see your mistakes
and you wish someone would buy your confession the days miss their mark and the night gets so dark and some kind of messages gets through to you some kind of message shoots through and it says to you, love when you can, cry when you have to, be who you must, that's a part of the plan await your arrival with simple survival and someday we'll all understand RIP Dan Fogelberg, August 13, 1951 – December 16, 2007 |
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