FW: RIEU... My Way ...RELAX A TOPE!!

Hola ¿como están? espero que muy bien, bueno, pues les reenvío algo fantástico que me envió mi compadre Manuel, espero que lo disfruten, feliz mitad de semana y un abrazo

Paul Anka escribio, en 1967, la cancion "My Way" ("A Mi Manera") la cual fue popularizada por Frank Sinatra y solamente un violin la puede hacer sonar tan bella como verdaderamente es. No te la pierdas. . . . . .Rieu generalmente no toca canciones enteras con su violin, esta vez lo hizo  !!!!!!

Rieu, un reconocido violinista, conductor y compositor Holandés, y su orquesta hicieron un tributo a Frank Sinatra con su violin Stradivarius en el Radio Music Hall de Nueva York.

 

DISFRUTALO.................   

http://www.youtube.com/embed/e-y581HdWfY?rel=0

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SALUDOS

"RECORDANDO AL MEJOR VOCALISTA NORTEAMERICANO DE TODOS LOS TIEMPOS "FRANK SINATRA"...... Reitero Vocalista, porque vocalizaba,.. se le entendía perfectamente lo que cantaba,...así en mi adolescencia y juventud aprendí un poco del idioma Inglés, cantando sus éxitos..."

Paul Anka escribio, en 1967, la cancion "My Way" ("A Mi Manera") la cual fue popularizada por Frank Sinatra y solamente un violin la puede hacer sonar tan bella como verdaderamente es. No te la pierdas. . . . . .Rieu generalmente no toca canciones enteras con su violin, esta vez lo hizo  !!!!!! Rieu, un reconocido violinista, conductor y compositor Holandés, y su orquesta hicieron un tributo a Frank Sinatra con su violin Stradivarius en el Radio Music Hall de Nueva York.   DISFRUTALO.................    http://www.youtube.com/embed/e-y581HdWfY?rel=0   My way.- And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and ev'ry highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, I've had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way. I've loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that; And may I say - not in a shy way, " Oh no, oh no not me, I did it my way". For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way!