Cada día, cientos de personas pasan un trozo de vida en la A-43. Miren al pasado o al futuro, el presente se les escapa entre kilómetro y kilómetro. Lo único que queda es la música que escuchan y comparten. Sé bienvenido a participar y contarnos tu trozo de historia a través de una canción.
TIK TOK
miércoles, 31 de agosto de 2016
domingo, 28 de agosto de 2016
viernes, 26 de agosto de 2016
miércoles, 24 de agosto de 2016
James - Dear John (Official Video)
"Dear John"
So long, I lie here entwined like a helix
Don’t know where I begin, where you end
How long do we go on trying to feed it
I just know, I just know, that this can’t grow
I wrote this song to tell you I’m leaving
Afraid to say these words to your face
Must be better than a letter a text or an email
My ride stops here at the end of the line.
We stopped time, when we signed in the year, of our Lord, 1999
With a kiss spitting out, spitting out, time lines
From the moment we locked eyes at the station our hours got synchronized
Two reduced to one life, forever proposed, wicked like a land mine?
I wrote this song to tell you I’m leaving
Afraid to say these words to your face
Must be better than a letter a text or an email
My ride stops here at the end of the line.
Every kiss has lost its flavor
I’m not proud of my behavior
Beached on rock, thought that it was land
Lost respect, love departed
what was fresh, we took for granted
need to rely on more than just a friend
I wrote this song to say that I’m leaving
Afraid to say these words to your face
Must be better than a letter a text or an email
My ride stops here at the end of this line.
So long, I lie here entwined like a helix
Don’t know where I begin, where you end
How long do we go on trying to feed it
I just know, I just know, that this can’t grow
I wrote this song to tell you I’m leaving
Afraid to say these words to your face
Must be better than a letter a text or an email
My ride stops here at the end of the line.
We stopped time, when we signed in the year, of our Lord, 1999
With a kiss spitting out, spitting out, time lines
From the moment we locked eyes at the station our hours got synchronized
Two reduced to one life, forever proposed, wicked like a land mine?
I wrote this song to tell you I’m leaving
Afraid to say these words to your face
Must be better than a letter a text or an email
My ride stops here at the end of the line.
Every kiss has lost its flavor
I’m not proud of my behavior
Beached on rock, thought that it was land
Lost respect, love departed
what was fresh, we took for granted
need to rely on more than just a friend
I wrote this song to say that I’m leaving
Afraid to say these words to your face
Must be better than a letter a text or an email
My ride stops here at the end of this line.
martes, 16 de agosto de 2016
lunes, 15 de agosto de 2016
¡Ojalá os recuperéis pronto!
¡Ojalá os recuperéis pronto!
Hacéis más juego en los escenarios que en el hospital.
Un saludo desde la Ruta A-43
Hacéis más juego en los escenarios que en el hospital.
Un saludo desde la Ruta A-43
jueves, 4 de agosto de 2016
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