Fotos del viaje a UK – Londres 4 de septiembre (Flickr)

Pues ya eché un vistazo a mis fotos del pasado viaje a Londrés, he editado algunas, las que me parecían más “presentables” y aquí están. Tampoco le he echado demasiado tiempo y, la verdad, se puede ver algún que otro “Photoshop Disaster”, aunque las haya trabajado con GIMP.Como las anteriores, espero que os gusten. (Click en la imagen para verlas todas)

Por cierto, la chica cantando que aparece en una de las fotos es Charlotte Campbell, que está sacando estos días su nuevo single, que os recomiendo. Además, su trabajo es Creative Commons, así que, mejor que mejor. El disco se llama “Blue Eyed Soul”


La letra:

I can run faster than you, don’t hold me down.
One day I’ll pack up and I’ll leave this town.
I can sing louder than you, don’t shut me up.
Because I will never lose sight of what I love.

But when I fall, that’s when I wonder
Was it all worth it?

I can run faster than you, don’t hold me back.
All I’m missing is the strength I lack.
I can sing louder than you until my voice, it breaks,
I can sing louder than you if that’s what it takes.

But when I fall back down to earth it
Seems it all, it was worth it.

We look around for something inviting
For unholy ground, safe from the lightening
That singed our wings
Why are we here? Raising our voices?
It seems so unclear but we all made our choices
To sing.
And that’s the main thing.

I can grow taller than you in so many ways,
Fly too close to the sun with my wings ablaze.
I can fall harder than you and when I land
I’ll be wax and feathers in your hands

But when I fall back down to earth it
Seems it all, it was worth it.

We look around for something inviting
For unholy ground, safe from the lightening
That singed our wings
Why are we here? Raising our voices?
It seems so unclear but we all made our choices
To sing.
And that’s the main thing.

I’ve found the meaning of life is to do what you love
And try to survive.
And hope that you don’t fall apart
When you finally open your heart.
And find that the clothes on your back are nothing but feathers and wax.
Oh we all find the clothes on our backs are nothing but feathers and wax.
We all find the clothes on our backs are nothing but feathers, feathers.

We look around for something inviting
For unholy ground, safe from the lightening
That singed our wings
Why are we here? Raising our voices?
It seems so unclear but we all made our choices
To sing.
And that’s the main thing.