Tie a yellow ribbon

Me gusta esta canción, hoy la venía escuchando en el radio. Siempre que la escucho, me hace llorar...

Tie a yellow ribbon
-- Tony Orlando

I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telin' you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do if you still want me
If you still want me

Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do you still want me?
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Bus driver, please look for me
'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison, and my love she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please:

REPEAT CHORUS

Now the whole damn bus is cheering
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPCIyJC6UKs&NR

Please Mr. Postman

Please Mr. Postman
--- The Carpenters

( Stop )
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mister Postman
( Wait )
Wait Mister Postman

Please Mister Postman look and see
( Oh yeah )
If there's a letter in your bag for me
( Please, Please, Mister Postman )
Why's it takin' such a long time
( Oh yeah )
For me to hear from that boy of mine

There must be
Some word today
From my boyfriend
So far away

Please Mister Postman
Look and see
If there's a letter
A letter for me

I've been standin' here
Waitin' Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card
Or just a letter
Sayin' he's returning'
Home to me

So many days
You passed me by
See the tears
Standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop
To make me feel better
By leavin' me
A card or a letter

( Why don't you check it and see one more time
for me you gotta )
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
( Mister Postman )
Mister Postman look and see
( C'mon deliver the letter, the sooner, the better )
Mister Postman

http://youtube.com/watch?v=4psChuj71-s

Me muero

Me estoy muriendo de frío en un Monterrey a 8°C. Y quién lo pensaría, cómo imaginarlo si viví en París durante sus meses más fríos. Estábamos a -7°C, salíamos a la escuela, construíamos monos de nieve, turisteabamos y nadie se quejaba, nadie se enfermaba. Lo que pasaba es que no dormía con frío, ni me bañaba tiritando. Mi cuarto podía ser tan caliente como yo quisiera y no tenía pendiente si me intoxicaba con el gas.

Odio tener frío porque no quiero hacer nada, sólo quedarme a flojear en mi cama. Quiero ir a París y no tener frío como hace casi ya 2 años...