Odio cuando las personas no te dicen las cosas de frente. Odio que me lastimen así. Odio darme cuenta de cuánto duele. Porque duele como si alguna vez hubiera significado algo más. Porque eras alguien importante. Y tú no dices nada....
Que te vaya muy bonito. Muy bonito.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Everything's not lost
When you thought that it was over... You could feel it all around...
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Lucha de Gigantes
| Esta canción es tan poderosa que las palabras se quedan cortas. A algunos nos llega el día en que vivimos una lucha de gigantes, en un mundo descomunal. Y en la enormidad nadie oye tu voz... Antonio Vega, maestro. Que con tu muerte le das a esta canción el toque final.
Lucha de Gigantes
Convierte el aire en gas natural
Un duelo salvaje advierte
Lo cerca que ando de entrar
En un mundo descomunal
Siento mi fragilidad
Vaya pesadilla corriendo
Con una bestia detras
Dime que es mentira todo
Un sueño tonto y no más
Me da miedo la enormidad
Donde nadie oye mi voz
Deja de engañar
No quieras ocultar
Que has pasado sin tropezar
Monstruo de papel
No se contra quien voy
O es que acaso hay alguien más aquí
Creo en los fantasmas
Terribles
De algun extraño lugar
Y en mis tonterias para
Hacer tu risa estallar
En un mundo descomunal
Siento tu fragilidad
Deja de engañar
No quieras ocultar
Que has pasado sin tropezar
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Thursday, October 8, 2009
Special Needs
Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed
Just 19... sucker's dream, I guess I thought you had the flavour
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Mi refugio
Mi refugio, donde estoy a salvo. Donde puedo inventar que nada malo ocurre. Las crayolas están bien, como los bailes alocados. Pero también derrumbarse, sin que el mundo jamás lo advierta. Donde nadie vea la tormenta. Ahí donde puedo llorar solitariamente, para dejar correr el río que destiñe la ira.
Sólo quise ocultarme en mi pequeño mundo, que es mucho más amable.
Les encanta repetir que lo único que se llevan los soñadores es un corazón roto. Y me da miedo, porque no conozco otra forma de vivir. ¿Qué sería un hombre sin sus sueños?
Me da miedo que la locura del mundo le gane a la mía. Y que todos mis sueños y fantasías me pasen la factura.
Sólo quise ocultarme en mi pequeño mundo, que es mucho más amable.
Les encanta repetir que lo único que se llevan los soñadores es un corazón roto. Y me da miedo, porque no conozco otra forma de vivir. ¿Qué sería un hombre sin sus sueños?
Me da miedo que la locura del mundo le gane a la mía. Y que todos mis sueños y fantasías me pasen la factura.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Clouds

"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane."
-John Green, Looking For Alaska
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de juventud... y mi amor es un arte de virtud.
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor sin antifaz... y mi amor es un arte de paz.
Mi amor no es amor de mercado, porque un amor sangrado no es amor de lucrar.
Mi amor es todo cuanto tengo, si lo niego o lo vendo, ¿para qué respirar?
Pero te molesta mi amor...
-John Green, Looking For Alaska
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor de juventud... y mi amor es un arte de virtud.
¿Te molesta mi amor? Mi amor sin antifaz... y mi amor es un arte de paz.
Mi amor no es amor de mercado, porque un amor sangrado no es amor de lucrar.
Mi amor es todo cuanto tengo, si lo niego o lo vendo, ¿para qué respirar?
Pero te molesta mi amor...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Una pareja
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Death Will Never Conquer - Coldplay

If sweet death should ever conquer me
Let me know boys, let me know
Let me know boys, let me know
If you hear him coming won't you let me flee
Let me go, boys, let me go
One day death is gonna conquer me
I'll be down where the waters flow
I hope sweet Heaven is a place for me
Let me know boys, let me know
If sweet death should ever conquer me
Take me down to some place below
If you hear him coming won't you set me free
Let me go boys, let me go
If you hear him comin' won't you say for me
That I just don't want to go
Let me go, boys, let me go
One day death is gonna conquer me
I'll be down where the waters flow
I hope sweet Heaven is a place for me
Let me know boys, let me know
If sweet death should ever conquer me
Take me down to some place below
If you hear him coming won't you set me free
Let me go boys, let me go
If you hear him comin' won't you say for me
That I just don't want to go
Thursday, July 23, 2009
John Lennon...
La vida que florece y el puño que la destruye.
La plegaria que jamás es contestada.
La esperanza que se desvaneció.
Un crudísimo video de John Lennon, Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
Un crudísimo video de John Lennon, Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
El ardor de la sangre

"La forma en que un hombre bebe en compañía no tiene ningún significado; pero cuando lo hace a solas revela, sin que él lo sepa, el fondo mismo de su alma. Hay un modo de hacer girar el vaso entre los dedos, una manera de inclinar la botella y mirar cómo cae el vino, de llevarse el vaso a los labios, de sobresaltarse y dejarlo bruscamente en la mesa cuando te llaman, de volver a cogerlo con una tosecilla afectada, de apurarlo cerrando los ojos, como si se bebiera olvido a tragos, que es la de un hombre intranquilo, agobiado por las preocupaciones o por un terrible problema."
(Irène Némirovsky, El ardor de la sangre).
Sunday, June 7, 2009
No Surprises
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired, unhappy :-(
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
SILENCE
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden...
With no alarms and no surprises, PLEASE
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired, unhappy :-(
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
SILENCE
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden...
With no alarms and no surprises, PLEASE
You Know You're Right
I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you!
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put in to this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel PAIN
You know you're right
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her,
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to FAIL
PAIN
YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT
...
PAIN...
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you!
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put in to this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel PAIN
You know you're right
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her,
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to FAIL
PAIN
YOU KNOW YOU'RE RIGHT
...
PAIN...
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Hit The Switch - Bright Eyes
I'm staring out into that vaccum again
From the back porch of my mind
The only thing thats alive
I'm all there is
And I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw
My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk
You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
'Til then you're invisible.
'Cause theres a switch that gets hit and it all stops making sense
And in the middle of drinks, maybe the fifth or the sixth
I'm completely alone at a table of friends
I feel nothing for them. I feel nothing, nothing
Well, I need a break from the city again
I think I'll ship myself back west
I got a friend there, she says, "hey, any time."
Unless that offers expired, I have been less than frequent
She's under no obligation to indulge every whim
And I'm so ungrateful, I take, she gives and forgives
And I keep forgetting it
And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe
Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind
I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
I have some where I die, I have some where we all die."
I'm thinking of quitting drinking again
I know i said that a couple times
And I'm always changing my mind, well, i guess i am
But theres this burn in my stomach and theres this pain in my side
And when I kneel at the toilet
And the morning's clean light pours in through the window
Sometimes I pray I don't die
I'm a goddamn hypocrite
But the night rolls around and it all starts making sense
There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
And so I do what I do and at least I exist
What could mean more than this?
What would mean more?
From the back porch of my mind
The only thing thats alive
I'm all there is
And I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw
My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk
You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
'Til then you're invisible.
'Cause theres a switch that gets hit and it all stops making sense
And in the middle of drinks, maybe the fifth or the sixth
I'm completely alone at a table of friends
I feel nothing for them. I feel nothing, nothing
Well, I need a break from the city again
I think I'll ship myself back west
I got a friend there, she says, "hey, any time."
Unless that offers expired, I have been less than frequent
She's under no obligation to indulge every whim
And I'm so ungrateful, I take, she gives and forgives
And I keep forgetting it
And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe
Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind
I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
I have some where I die, I have some where we all die."
I'm thinking of quitting drinking again
I know i said that a couple times
And I'm always changing my mind, well, i guess i am
But theres this burn in my stomach and theres this pain in my side
And when I kneel at the toilet
And the morning's clean light pours in through the window
Sometimes I pray I don't die
I'm a goddamn hypocrite
But the night rolls around and it all starts making sense
There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
And so I do what I do and at least I exist
What could mean more than this?
What would mean more?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sand In My Shoes - Dido
Two weeks away it feels like the whole world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch the sunset
I don't have time
I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again
Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
Should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can watch the sunset
And take my time
Take all our time
Two weeks away, all it takes to change and turn me around, I've fallen
I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you again
I wanna see you again
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch the sunset
I don't have time
I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again
Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
Should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can watch the sunset
And take my time
Take all our time
Two weeks away, all it takes to change and turn me around, I've fallen
I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you again
I wanna see you again
Punchdrunk Lovesick Along - Radiohead
I wrapped you inside my coat
When they came to firebomb the house
I didn't feel pain, 'cause no one can touch me
Now that I'm held in your spell
A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl can turn your world into dust
Sell me a car that goes
Sell me a house that stands up
I never cared before
before ...
A beautiful girl can turn your world into dust
I stood in front of her face
When the first bullet was shot
When they came to firebomb the house
I didn't feel pain, 'cause no one can touch me
Now that I'm held in your spell
A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl can turn your world into dust
Sell me a car that goes
Sell me a house that stands up
I never cared before
before ...
A beautiful girl can turn your world into dust
I stood in front of her face
When the first bullet was shot
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Es hora...

Por lo que viví contigo y por haberme abierto así, ahora prefiero guardar los recuerdos antes de cerrar el capítulo final del libro que empezamos, sin tener idea de cómo acabaría. Aunque suene muy trillado, es verdad que el tiempo cura todas las heridas. No desgastaré más lo que tuvimos.
Así que esto es un brindis por los buenos tiempos. Con cariño lo recordaré, cuando no recuerde este título.
Gracias a la vida, que enseña tan duramente. Gracias a ti.
Así que esto es un brindis por los buenos tiempos. Con cariño lo recordaré, cuando no recuerde este título.
Gracias a la vida, que enseña tan duramente. Gracias a ti.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Amigo de un amigo
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