Songwriters: Armando Manzanero Featuring: Alejandro Sanz Lyrics, Tony Bennett
Yesterday I heard the rain whispering your name
Asking where you’d gone
It fell softly from the clouds on the silent crowds
As I wandered on
Out of doorways
Dark umbrellas came to pursue me
Faceless people as they passed were looking through me
No one knew me
Esta tarde vi llover Vi gente correr Y no estabas tu.
El otoño vi llegar Al mar oi cantar Y no estabas tu.
Yo no se cuanto me quieres Si me extrañas o me engañas.
Solo se que vi llover Vi gente correr Y no estabas tu.
Yesterday I saw a city
Full of shadows, without pity
And I heard the steady rain whispering your name
Whispering your name.
Y no estabas tu.
Original lyric…
Yesterday I shut my eyes
Face-up to the skies, drinking in the rain
But your image still was there floating in the air
Brighter than a flame
Esta tarde vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.
La otra noche vi brillar
Un lucero azul
Y no estabas tu.
La otra tarde vi que un ave enamorada
Daba besos a su amor ilusionada..y no estabas.
Esta tarde vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.
El otoño vi llegar
Al mar oi cantar
Y no estabas tu.
Yo no se cuanto me quieres
Si me extrañas o me engañas.
Solo se que vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.
Yo no se cuanto me quieres
Si me extrañas o me engañas
Solo se que vi llover
Vi gente correr
Y no estabas tu.
Y no estabas tu.
and...
Ayer escuché la lluvia susurrando su nombre
Preguntando dónde te habías ido
Cayó suavemente desde las nubes de la multitud silenciosa
Mientras recorría en
Fuera de las entradas paraguas negro me vino a buscar
Gente sin rostro al pasar buscando a través de mí
Nadie me conocía
Ayer cerré los ojos, boca arriba a los cielos
Potable en la lluvia
Sin embargo, su imagen aún estaba allí flotando en el aire
Más brillante que una llama
Ayer vi una ciudad llena de sombras sin piedad
Y oí la lluvia constante susurrando su nombre
Susurrando su nombre
Ayer vi una ciudad llena de sombras sin piedad
How do you keep the music playing?
How do you make it last?
How do you keep the song from fading too fast?
How do you lose yourself to someone
and never lose your way?
How do you not run out of new things to say?
And since you know we’re always changing
Why should it be the same?
And tell me how year after year
You’re sure your heart will fall apart
Each time you hear a name?
I know the way I feel for you is now or never
For I love the more that I’m afraid
That in your eyes I may not see forever, forever
If we can be the best of lovers
Yet be the best of friends
If we can try with every day to make it better as it grows
With any luck then I suppose
The music never ends
As I walked out one evening
To breathe the air and soothe my mind
I thought of friends and the home I had
And all those things I left behind oh…
A silent star shone on me
My eyes saw the far horizon
As if to pierce this veil of time
And escape this earthly prison oh…
Chorus
Will there come a time when the memories fade
And pass on with the long, long years?
When the ties no longer bind
Lord save me from this darkest fear
Don’t let me come home a stranger
I couldn’t stand to be a stranger
In this place so far from home
They know my name but they don’t know me
They hear my voice; they see my face
But they can’t lay no claim on me oh…
Chorus again
As I walk this universe
I free my mind of time and space
I wander through the galaxy
But never do I find my place oh…
Robin and Linda Williams
editor’s note: this is one of my all time favorite songs and I love to hear Robin and Linda sing it on their album….yet the group who have recorded this are really wonderful too…I hope you enjoy it like I do.
From his description of his sabbatical at Pendle Hill, a Quaker community–
But when I arrived and started sharing my vocational quandary, people responded with a traditional Quaker counsel that, despite their good intentions, left me more discouraged. “Have faith,” they said, “and way will open.”
After a few months of deepening frustration, I took my troubles to an older Quaker woman well known for her thoughtfulness and candor. ‘Ruth,’ I said, ’people keep telling me that ‘way will open.’ Well, I sit in the silence, I pray, I listen for my calling, but way is not happening….’
Ruth’s reply was a model of Quaker plain-speaking. ‘I’m a birthright Friend,’ she said somberly, ‘and in sixty-plus years of living, way has never opened in front of me.’ She paused and I started sinking in despair. Was this woman telling me that the Quaker concept of God’s guidance was a hoax?
Then she spoke again, this time with a grin, ‘But a lot of way has closed behind me, and that’s had the same guiding principle.’”
I laughed with her, laughed long and loud, the kind of laughter that comes when a simple truth exposes your heart for the needless neurotic mess it has become…
Ruth’s honesty gave me a new way to look at my vocational journey, and my experience has long since confirmed the lesson she taught me that day: there is as much guidance at what does not and cannot happen in life as there is in what can and does–maybe more.
Each of us arrives here with a nature, which means both limits and potentials. We can learn as much about our nature by running into our limits as by experiencing our potentials. That, I think, is what Ruth and life were trying to teach me.
When I was young, there were very few elders willing to talk about the darkness; most of them pretended that success was all they had ever known. As the darkness began to descend on me in my early twenties, I felt I had developed a unique and terminal case of failure. I did not realize that I had merely embarked upon a journey toward joining the human race.
Other quotes:
“Is the life I am living the same as the life that wants to live in me?”
”But before we come to that center, full of light, we must travel in the dark. Darkness is not the whole of the story–every pilgrimage has passages of loveliness and joy–but it is the part of the story most often left untold. When we finally accept the darkness and stumble into the light, it is tempting to tell others that our hope never flagged, to deny those long hours spent cowering in fear.
The experience of darkness has been essential to my coming into selfhood, and telling the truth about that fact helps me stay in the light. But I want to tell that truth for another reason as well: many young people today journey into the dark, as the young always have, and we elders do them a disservice when we withhold the shadowy parts of our lives.”
“Discovering vocation does not mean scrambling toward some prize just beyond my reach but accepting the treasure of true self I already possess. Vocation does not come from a voice ‘out there’ calling me to be something I am not. It comes from a voice ‘in here’ calling me to be the person I was born to be, to fulfill the original selfhood given to me at birth by God.”
“Most of us arrive at a sense of self and vocation only after a long journey through alien lands. But this journey bears no resemblance to the trouble-free ‘travel packages’ sold by the tourism industry. It is more akin to the ancient tradition of pilgrimage–’a transformative journey to a sacred center’ full of hardships, darkness, and peril.
In the tradition of pilgrimage, those hardships are seen not as accidental but as integral to the journey itself. Treacherous terrain, bad weather, taking a fall, getting lost–challenges of that sort, largely beyond our control, can strip the ego of the illusion that it is in charge and make space for true self to emerge. If that happens, the pilgrim has a better chance to find the sacred center he or she seeks. Disabused of our illusions by much travel and travail, we awaken one day to find that the sacred center is here and now–in every moment of the journey, everywhere in our world around us, and deep within our own hearts.”
“What a long time it takes to become the person one has always been….much dissolving and shaking of ego we must (be) endure(d) before we discover our deep identity–the true self in every human being that is the seed of authentic vocation.”
“Before you tell your life life what you intend to do with it listen for what it intends to do with you. Before you tell your life what truths and values you have decided to live up to, let your life tell you what truths and values you embody, what values you represent.”
“As a young man, I yearned for the day when, rooted in the experience that comes only with age, I could do my work fearlessly. But today, in my mid-sixties, I realize that I will feel fear from time to time for the rest of my life. I may never get rid of my fear. But . . . I can learn to walk into it and through it whenever it rises up . . . naming the inner force that triggers . . . fear . . . Naming our fears aloud . . . is the first step toward transcending them.”
“We must come together in ways that respect the solitude of the soul that avoid the unconscious violence we do when we try to save each other that evoke our capacity to hold another life without dishonoring its mystery never trying to coerce the other into meeting our own needs.”
“Mentors and apprentices are partners in an ancient human dance, and one of teaching’s great rewards is the daily chance it gives us to get back on the dance floor. It is the dance of the spiraling generations, in which the old empower the young with their experience and the young empower the old with new life, reweaving the fabric of the human community as they touch and turn.”
“Embracing the mystery of depression does not mean passivity or resignation. It means moving into a field of forces that seems alien but is in fact one’s deepest self. It means waiting, watching, listening, suffering, and gathering whatever self-knowledge, no matter how difficult. One begins the slow walk back to health by choosing each day things that enliven one’s selfhood and resisting things that do not.”
I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. And then it is gone. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.--
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On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
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