silencios
valles que nos separan
necesito respirar
La realidad de caos y horror
vivida en la corteza del cerebro inferior.
Voy a gritar, ladrarle al agujero,
al infinito matadero interior.
Voy a espantar ladrándole al infierno
para no cortarte el cuello amor.
lunes, 4 de febrero de 2008
lunes, 7 de enero de 2008
turku?
turku (Finlandia)
mayo
un mes completo
crucemos los dedos para que todo salga bien
seguiremos informando
mayo
un mes completo
crucemos los dedos para que todo salga bien
seguiremos informando
miércoles, 26 de diciembre de 2007
care
If it's a bad day, you try to suffocate.
Another memory... scarred.
If it's a bad case, then you accelerate,
you're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
If it's a bad case, you're on the rampage.
Another memory... scarred.
You're at the wrong place, you're on the back page,
you're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
It's your age, It's my rage.
It's your age, It's my rage.
You're too complicated, we should separate it.
You're just confiscating, you're exasperating.
This degeneration, mental masturbation.
Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine.
It's a matter of trust.
Because..
You don't care about us...
It's your age, It's my rage.
lo olvidaba... que es navidad...
besos a quien se los merezca
domingo, 14 de octubre de 2007
caminos
Aunque parece que el camino se acaba, nunca es cierto... Y como suele ocurrir en otoño, llega el momento de disfrutar de musica para escuchar en la chimenea, o tiritando, o dejando que la lluvia sea el colofon de una tarde de sofa, libro, periodico y/o pelicula.
Por mi winamp revolotean ahora: Bowie (de vez en cuando hay que volver a los origenes, y mas si son tan actuales), Dolorean (el descubrimiento del mes), Band of Horses, el nuevo disco de Vic Chesnutt y los Dashboard Confessional.
Miro atras y no me creo ciertas cosas, incluso en la etapa mas anodina y aburrida, de repente todo puede cambiar... y el camino es tan claro y tan facil... Y siempre lleva a un amanecer
Suena ahora: Elliott Smith - Placeholder
miércoles, 3 de octubre de 2007
sobre fotos
Hoy toca recomendar un blog que me ha hgustado bastante. La verdad es que no soy muy aficionado a pinchar enlaces para ir pasando de una bitacora a otra y descubrir como pasar en 5 clicks del blog de una candidata de IU de La Almunia de Doña Godina al blog de un experto en tirolina del grupo de rescate de montaña del Alto Tajo... Sin embargo, mientras me liaba en google a buscar enlaces y videos para un curso, he descubierto un lugar interesante:
Su ultima entrada habla de manipulación de fotos para la prensa y nos regala un pantallazo de la web del As que se explica por si solo.
Me voy a dormir... lo necesito.
Ah, y si alguien quiere buenos blogs (aunque solo hay 2), que mire en los enlaces de la derecha. Calidad, calidad :)
Bona nit
martes, 25 de septiembre de 2007
otra foto de irlanda para celebrar que waterboys visita españa en octubre... ya estoy nerviosooooooooooooooooooooooo
These things you keep
you better throw them away
you want to turn your back
on your souless days
once you were tethered
now you are free
once you were tethered
now you are free
that was the river
this is the sea
now if you are feeling weary
if you've been alone too long
or maybe you been suffering from
a few too many plans that have gone wrong
and you're tryin' to remember
how fine your life used to be
running around banging your drum
like it's ninteeen seventy three
well that was the river
this is the sea
now you say you got trouble
you say you got pain
you say you got nothin' left to believe in
nothin' to hold on to
nothin' to trust
nothin' but chains
you've been scouring your conscience
raking through your memory
scouring your conscience
raking through your memory
that was the river
this is the sea
now i can see you're waverin'
as you try to decide
you've got a war in your head
and it's tearing you up inside
you're tryin' to make sense
of something that you just don't see
tryin' to make sense now
and you know that you once held the key
but that was the river
and this is the sea
now here is a train
it's comin' on down the line
you realise if you hurry
you got still enough time
and you don't need no tiket
and you dont pay no fee
and you don't need no ticket
and you dont pay no fee
because that was the river
and this is the sea
that was the river
this is the sea
that was the river
this is the sea
the river, the river, the river, the river
the river, the river, the river
and this is the sea
sea mmmmmm sea
Behold The Sea
waterboys
"this is the sea"
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