Raindrops keep falling on my head
de Burt Bacharach
Leí una frase por aquí refiriendose a no se que chica guapa, que me encantó. Era algo así como era guapa hasta doler, pues lo mismo le pasaba a este hombre...
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

























































































































































































La chica era Marianne Faithfull. Pero esta mezcla de Burt Bacharach, tonos dorados de atardecer otoñal y esos dos enamorados, no desmerece. Lo malo es la sensación agridulce que deja, al saber que Paul se ha ido. Pero a un mundo mejor...
28/09/2008 at 13:16 · permalink
Precioso escena y estupenda banda sonora. La caida y la mirada que le echa al toro es la mejor definición que se puede hacer de un buen actor.
28/09/2008 at 14:38 · permalink
En esa escena me enamoró incluso a mi...!
28/09/2008 at 15:36 · permalink
q guapo y q buen actor era
28/09/2008 at 19:00 · permalink
Esta es la canción de cuna que le canto siempre a mis hijos :)
Que pena lo de Paul...
03/10/2008 at 11:59 · permalink