tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59630638854922261362012-02-27T11:09:04.645+01:00Walking on the highwaysGRAHAM SUMMERGraham Summerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922188168418800239noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963063885492226136.post-51067006964647263882012-02-27T11:05:00.002+01:002012-02-27T11:09:04.650+01:00Rambling Summer<a href="http://ramblingsummer.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">A warm way along the country music hits & stars</span></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ramblingsummer.blogspot.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" lda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCuQKfgy65Q/T0tU2ExTW3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/4poLS8FE08Y/s1600/RSFav.gif" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963063885492226136-5106700696464726388?l=www.grahamsummer.com' alt='' /></div>Graham Summerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922188168418800239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963063885492226136.post-27022980443212272822012-02-12T22:05:00.000+01:002012-02-12T22:05:35.538+01:00The Osborne Brothers - Ruby<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NhiOaSWuFjU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />We shall overcome!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963063885492226136-2702298044321227282?l=www.grahamsummer.com' alt='' /></div>Graham Summerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922188168418800239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963063885492226136.post-77159555508791782182011-12-31T13:27:00.001+01:002011-12-31T13:28:36.132+01:00Marty Robbins Pride And The Badge<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8L1JG5ri6fI?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />Feliza Año 2012!!! Va a hacer falta mucho amor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963063885492226136-7715955550879178218?l=www.grahamsummer.com' alt='' /></div>Graham Summerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922188168418800239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963063885492226136.post-3482618922973862362011-12-11T11:52:00.000+01:002011-12-11T11:52:40.721+01:00Graham Summer Live!!!The last show in the year. La Fiesta de los Maniquíes (Vigo)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uazODXkqIqE/TuSLM-dd8RI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Gr_xesfx1HU/s1600/Cartel+MANIQU%25C3%258DES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uazODXkqIqE/TuSLM-dd8RI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Gr_xesfx1HU/s640/Cartel+MANIQU%25C3%258DES.jpg" width="451" /></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uazODXkqIqE/TuSLM-dd8RI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Gr_xesfx1HU/s1600/Cartel+MANIQU%25C3%258DES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963063885492226136-348261892297386236?l=www.grahamsummer.com' alt='' /></div>Graham Summerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922188168418800239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963063885492226136.post-35792619014272072782011-09-24T17:50:00.002+02:002011-10-11T10:17:04.132+02:00The stuff that dreams are made of...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLPfSw-EbkE/Tn38S7mXzEI/AAAAAAAAABs/rn-driRWC2w/s1600/mainsunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLPfSw-EbkE/Tn38S7mXzEI/AAAAAAAAABs/rn-driRWC2w/s640/mainsunset.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong>Allí donde te lleva la calma</strong></em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Escuchar a Graham es morir en paz, por un rato, al otro lado de las cuerdas. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Es derivar en la butaca de cualquier autobús de carretera. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Un camino de polvo fulminado por el sol, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">las botas mojándose en la fresca lluvia </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">de primavera. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Girasoles agitados por el viento, un rumor dulce de río viejo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Es levantarse un domingo y arreglar el jardín, regalar promesas cuando cae la tarde.<br />Lo rústico, lo tierno, lo salvaje también. El aullido rural de un pájaro urbano.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Es tener el pecho caliente en los brazos de tu amada, sábanas tendidas al aire, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">la brisa que mueve levemente la ventana. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Es ver nubes a lo lejos al volver a casa, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">con las manos llenas </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">de arena, c</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">on el cansancio en la sangre.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Es recostarse en la mecedora del porche, en medio de ninguna parte, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">escuchando el aroma </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">de flores. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Es ver un camino en el horizonte. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">El tiempo detenido, un suspiro de mañana, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">una larga noche.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Es viajar a cámara lenta en el vagón de cualquier tren. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Es la madera hendida, </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">el cielo claro del verano azul. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Es sentarse junto al río, refrescar los pies en la corriente, </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">gritar sin abrir los labios. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Escuchar a Graham es el campo y la tormenta, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">el algodón y la piedra. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Es morir tranquilo, una respiración suave. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Es sentir que has dejado atrás algo. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Descubrir que llevas años perdido, buscando una respuesta. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Es vagar, desaparecer, abrazar ausencias.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Es recorrer el azaroso sendero de las vidas cruzadas, de los sueños encontrados en cruces, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">de las palabras vertidas </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">al suelo. Es mirar atrás con la certeza de un cazador, </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">descubrir las huellas que todavía no has caminado. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Es lo que queda en el aire cuando todos se han ido, lo que anhelaste un día, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">l</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">o que oculta la luz. <em>Agradecer que estés vivo</em>.</span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963063885492226136-3579261901427207278?l=www.grahamsummer.com' alt='' /></div>Graham Summerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922188168418800239noreply@blogger.com0