Día de las Bibliotecas Populares

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=44P3p7T3N_o

No day but today

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.

Pride and Prejudice

The heart never lies

Some people laugh, And some people cry, And some people live, And some people die, And some people run, Right into the fire, And some people hide, Their every desire. But we are the lovers, If you don't believe me, Then just look into my eyes, Cause the heart never lies. And some people fight, And some people fall, Others pretend, They don't care at all, If you wanna fight, I'll stand right beside you, The day that you fall, I'll be right behind you, To pick up the pieces, If you don't believe me, Then just look into my eyes, Cause the heart never lies. Another year over, And we're still together, It's not always easy, But I'm here forever. Yeah, we are the lovers, I know you believe me, When you look into my eyes, Cause the heart never lies, Cause the heart never lies, yeah, Cause the heart never lies.

Wanna feel the warm breeze, sleep under a palm tree,
feel the rush of the ocean, get on board a fast train, travel on a jetplane, far away and breakaway.

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky and I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change and breakaway. Out of the darkness and into the sun I won't forget all the ones that I love. I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change And breakaway.

The lessons she needs to learn

Mama who bore me. Mama who gave me no way to handle things. Who made me so bad. Mama, the weeping. Mama, the angels no sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem. Some pray that one day Christ will come a'-callin'. They light a candle and hope that it glows. And some just lie there crying for him to come and find them. But when he comes they don't know how to go. Mama who bore me. Mama who gave me no way to handle things. Who made me so sad. Mama, the weeping. Mama, the angels no sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem.