Me hablaron de esta nueva bendición, mi querida @irissol y contando con el apoyo y accesoria de @alinares, aquí puedo (desde el resguardo) seguir siendo útil y vivir a plenitud con la música que es mi mejor medicina de prevención, así que , si yo a mis 72 años puedo y me permito vivir mis sueños, tu que me ves y me escuchas atrévete también, pues mientras tengas vida y un Dios que te consienta hay que disfrutar cada día.
La semana número 60 nos habla de corazón roto (esos son pruebas de fortaleza), yo les voy a cantar el bolero Cenizas del compositor Mexicano Wello Ribas.
Hello Hive Open Mic, this is @reinamalinda speaking, making my debut in this weekly activity that they carry out in this blessed community with the support of its main actor @cabelindsay and the attentive curators @mipiano and @juliopalomo, I want to encourage all older adults with my example retirees, who think that their time of creativity and illusions has passed; I am a 46-year-old nurse and recently retired. 21 years ago I started singing in choirs, with which I felt that my life was complemented; For 2 years I have participated in romantic recitals for older adults, where I was happy to hear the applause from the audience in recognition of the effort and enthusiasm presented by everyone.
They told me about this new blessing, my dear @irissol and with the support and accessory of @alinares, here I can (from the shelter) continue to be useful and live fully with music that is my best prevention medicine, so, if I at 72 years old I can and I allow myself to live my dreams, you who see me and listen to me dare too, Well, as long as you have life and a God who pays you, you have to enjoy every day.
Week number 60 speaks to us of a broken heart (those are tests of strength), I am going to sing you the bolero Ashes by the Mexican composer Wello Ribas.
Cenizas//Ashes
Soportar la pena
De sentir tu olvido
Después que todo
Te lo dio mi pobre
Corazón herido
Has vuelto a verme
Para que yo sepa
De tu desventura
Por la amargura
De un amor igual
Al que me diste tú
Ya no podré
Ni perdonar ni darte lo que tú me diste
Has de saber
Que de un cariño muerto
No existe rencor
Y si pretendes
Remover las ruinas
Que tú mismo hiciste
Sólo cenizas
Hallarás de todo
Lo que fue mi amor
Ya no podré
Ni perdonar ni darte lo que tú me diste
Has de saber
Que de un cariño muerto
No existe rencor
Y si pretendes
Remover las ruinas
Que tú mismo hiciste
Sólo cenizas
Hallarás de todo
Lo que fue mi amor
After so long
Bear the pain
To feel your forgetfulness
After all
My poor thing gave it to you
Wounded heart
You have seen me again
So that i know
Of your misfortune
For the bitterness
Of an equal love
The one you gave me
I will no longer be able to
Neither forgive nor give you what you gave me
You have to know
That of a dead affection
There is no grudge
And if you pretend
Remove the ruins
That you did yourself
Only ashes
You will find everything
What was my love
I will no longer be able to
Neither forgive nor give you what you gave me
You have to know
That of a dead affection
There is no grudge
And if you pretend
Remove the ruins
That you did yourself
Only ashes
You will find everything
What was my love