You've got a friend

Hoxe, tocaba música... atopei este video cunha das cancións máis fermosas que eu recordaba do celebre Tapestry de Carole King. Vai para todos aqueles que entrades aquí e sabedes de min. Tedes un amigo na rede. Disfrutade da boa música.

When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand

and nothing, oh, nothing is going right.

Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there

to brighten up even your darkest nights.

You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am

I'll come running to see you again.

Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you got to do is call and I'll be there, yeah,

yeah, yeah,

you've got a friend.

If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds

and that old north wind should begin to blow,

keep your head together, call my name out loud, yeah.

Soon I'll be knocking upon your door.

You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am

I'll come running (oh, yes I will) to see you again.

Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you got to do is call and I'll be there yeah

yeah yeah.

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold.

They'll hurt you and desert you. Well, they'll take your soul if you let them,

oh yeah, but don't you let them.

You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am.

I'll come running to see you again.

(oh baby don't you know)

Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you got to do is call, Lord, I'll be there,yes i

will you've got a friend.

You've got a friend.

Ain't it good to know you've got a friend. Ain't it good to know you've got a

friend.

Oh, yeah, yeah, you've got a friend.

Visita oficial de S.M. Papa Noel a Inditex.

Para que vexades que non se pode cuspir ó ceo, e menos se quedas debaixo, e muito menos coa boca aberta coma un parvo. Pois eso, eso mesmo, pasoume a mín. Ateo e descreído, inimigo do Nadal, das panxoliñas e dos portáis de Belén, dixen que volvería a crer no "xenero humano.... por la Internacional" se Papa Noel en persoa tiña "miolos" de vir a comer ao Centro do Imperio do Calcetín - Inditex-.

Pois apareceu, si señor, e non comeu tanto polo que lle falta algo de barriga. Polo demáis, todo ben. A empresa escolleu ó mellorciño da "plantilla" para inmortalizar tal evento. E aquí quedamos "para la HISTORIA".

Desde hoxe sumome a esas masas de corazón aberto e fraterno que celebran o Nadal entre canticos e algunha que outra compra no Corte Inglés. Renuncio definitivamente ás lecturas de Bakunin e integrome feliz neste apaixoante mundo.

¡¡Espiritus navideños del mundo. Uníos!!