Se fué una Gran Artista,Amy tu voz era Única!

"Back to Black"

{...}

He left no time to regret

Kept his dick wet

With his same old safe bet

Me and my head high

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew

So far removed from all that we went through

And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked

I'll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to Black

{...}

"You Know That I'm Not Good"

{...}

Cause you’re my fella, my guy,

hand me your stella and fly,

by the time I’m out the door,

you tear men down like Roger Moore,

I cheated myself,

like i knew, i would,

i told you, i was trouble,

you know that I’m no good,

{...}

"You Sent My Flying

"

{...}

And although my pride's not easily disturbed

you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

With you battered jeans and your beastie tee

Now I can't work like this with you next to me

His message was brutal but the delivery was kind

maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind

It serves to condition me and smoothen mi kinks

despite my frustration for the way that he thinks

and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect

At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect

didn't think you get my number down and such

but I never hated myself for my age so much

{...}

"Tears Dry on their Own"

All I'll can ever be to you

Is a darkness that we know,

And this regret I got accustomed to.

{...}

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I don't understand,
Why do I stress a man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could've never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is an inevitable withdrawal.
Even if I stop wanting you
A perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon.
I couldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.
{...}

"Love is a Losing Game"

{...}

Though I'm rather blind

Love is a fate resigned

Memories mar my mind

Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds

And laughed at by the gods

And now the final frame

Love is a losing game

"I Wake Up Alone"

{...}

His face in my dreams, seizing my guts

He floods me with dread

Soaked to the soul

He swims in my eyes by the bed

Pour myself over him

Moon spilling in

And I wake up alone

Bothers my heart

I'd rather be restless

The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless

Got this ache in my chest

Cuz my day is done now

The dark covers me and I cannot run now

My blood running coldI stand before him

It's all I can do to assure him

When he comes to meI drip for him tonight
Drowning in me, we bathe under blue light

{...}

Amy Winehouse,una artista extraordinaria...

Me enteré de su música una noche de verano en la cual decidí salir a tomar unos tragos con amigos,y fué ahi en donde en ese bar chico de mi pueblo en donde vi uno de los recitales de esta Gran Artista!

Mientras me tomaba una Quilmes empezó a sonar Back to Black!Y me enamoré al instante de su música!!...

Me pareció una chica con mucha personalidad, nunca había visto a alguien de éste género musical con esa forma de llevar el cabello tan particular,ni con esos tatuajes!!...
Asi que a pesar de que no soy una fanática extrema, disfruté más de una tarde con su hermosa música,y más de una tarde lluviosa he llorado con sus temas con los cuales me sentia tan identificada!

Es por eso que puedo decir que Fuiste una gran artista y siempre vas a seguir viviendo en nuestros corazones, y a pesar de tus excesos creo que disfrutaste tu vida al máximo y pudiste dar todo de vos..y eso es lo único que importa!
Amy Fuiste una Gran Mujer!

Tu Talento será siempre Recordado!