domingo, 25 de octubre de 2015

When the leaves...

Please, click play to help you to understand what I've felt, and take your time to enjoy it.




Pronto las estaciones dejarán de pasar por las grandes capitales de provincia, por las urbanizaciones pavimentadas de montaña, por los macrodormitorios de sol y playa.

Habrá que salir a buscarlas y verlas pasar como aves migratorias por los pequeños pueblos de montaña.















Avituallamiento sorpresa, km 12,8, otra vez se había terminado el Acuarius. Qué mala pata!







Y sin dorsal, pulsómetro ni haber pagado inscripción, nos encontramos con los premios al primer y segundo clasificado, que por supuesto, decidimos compartir, Alberto y yo.



Lirycs.

"When The Leaves Come Falling Down"
I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking 'bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall I'll be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place beside the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space before the twilight and the dawn

Oh, the last time I saw Paris in the streets, in the rain
And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again
And the leaves come falling down
In September, when the leaves come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place between the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space between the twilight and the dawn

And as I'm looking at the colour of the leaves, in your hand
As we're listening to Chet Baker on the beach, in the sand
When the leaves come falling down,
Woe in September, when the leaves come falling down



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