What with yesterday's lovely weather, I sat outside in the garden around midday, making an attempt to "get" those 3 vital birds, Swift + Swallow + House Martin all together in my binocular field of view ..... if you don't know the importance of that, go back to post 466 ... here's the easy way to do it .... 466-how-do-we-know-when-spring-has-sprung.html Well ... there were plenty of House Martins .... and plenty of Swifts..... sometimes a mixed flock of 20+whizzing around the blue skies above my house. And I was thinking ... any time now, a Swallow is going to complete the trio ..... it might take a while, but I'm in the zone. But, dear reader, over that whole 40 minutes or so , not a single blasted Swallow turned up. So I didn't get " The Big Three" in my binoculars at the same time, so I didn't win the " Spring is Well & Truly Sprung" award . And the really sad thing is, it looks, even at this early stage, as if Swallows are going to be well down again this year, after the dinky numbers that eventually arrived last year. Bah ! We've had this song, about Swallows not returning, before ... and what a beautiful song it is too ..... " Cuando mueren las malditas golondrinas" .."when the blessed Swallows die" (although "malditas" has several possible interpretations)..... ( including "damned" ) ..... ..and here's the version you can sing-along with ..... a very sensual experience ... Cada día un poco más despacio
pero sin embargo siempre vuelvo a comenzar Después de cualquier frase bonita al oido como cualquier aspirante desconocido, me pongo a llorar.. Inesperada sensación la de estar sola con tanta gente alrededor Lo de antes, Lo de siempre, Lo de ahora todo junto me hace delirar A borrachera diaria se me olvida. ESTRIBILLO Cuando mueren las malditas golondrinas ya no vuelven nunca a la ciudad Los montones de momentos que pase contigo a solas ya no volverán. (x2) si no entiendes que en la vida necesitas también aprender a ganar Me dijo un caballero inglés perdido en Buenos Aires que ahora vive en Madrid Yo le dije al invierno que en otoño a algunas de ellas ya las vi pasar Desnuda por la calle en primavera ya no hay flores que plantar. ESTRIBILLO Cuando mueren las malditas golondrinas ya no vuelven nunca a la ciudad Los montones de momentos que pase contigo a solas ya no volverán. Como un potro desbocado e indigente que no ha estado y sin aire ya alargando hasta el máximo cada suspiro en las subidas de felicidad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On almost exactly the same day last year, I wrote this about Swallows, lack of ..... it is on the far end of this handy link .... 72-swal-lows-or-rather-lack-of.html
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