Pulpo a lo pobre
domingo, noviembre 30, 2008

Me lo mandó David Medina. Qué hit.
Etiquetas: Take a look at this
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
8:07 PM
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Don't ever - Missy Higgins
lunes, noviembre 24, 2008
Let's take the train to anywhere
I wanna feel the wind in my hair with you.
Let's tell them all, that soon they'll know
How very wrong they were to think we'd never go,
And if you tell me yours I'll tell you mine
And we will clean the cobwebs out of one anothers minds.
Don't ever say you've tried to leave me in this life
Don't ever say you've tried for the last time.
We'll get a house where the trees hang low and pretty little flowers
On our window sill will grow
We'll make friends with the milk man and the butcher Mr. Timms
Will give us discounts when he can,
And if you tell me yours I'll tell you mine,
And we will clean the cobwebs out of one anothers minds.
Don't ever say you've tried to leave me in this life
Don't ever say you've tried for the last time
Don't ever say you've tried to leave me in this life
Don't ever say you've tried to leave me in this life
Don't ever say you've tried for the last time...
Extras: Now I know that not just this lyrics are for someone, but the previous one was meant to be of that person too.
Etiquetas: lyrics for someone
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
2:18 AM
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viernes, noviembre 21, 2008
Voy a empezar a llenar un mapamundi con banderitas donde están dispersos mis afectos...
Por el momento, esperar a que sea hora de The Black Cat Bone.
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
5:29 PM
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In my secret life - Katie Melua
domingo, noviembre 09, 2008
I saw you this morning,
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip,
On the past.
And I miss you so much,
There's no one in sight.
And we're still making love,
In my secret life.
I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do,
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth,
In my secret life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother,
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders,
I'll be marching through the morning.
Marching through the night,
Moving 'cross the borders,
Of my secret life.
Looked through the paper,
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people,
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking,
That it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple,
In my secret life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told.
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone,
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold,
In my secret life
Extras: I know the tag says "lyrics for someone", but I'm not sure if it should say "lyrics for me" or even "lyrics for no one". Anyhow, enjoy; for the one who wants it, I've got it, and messenger is a great friend, I can give it to you (the song, I mean).
Etiquetas: lyrics for someone
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
10:11 PM
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martes, noviembre 04, 2008
La vida está extraña. El que me entienda que levante la mano.
Etiquetas: comments to clean chest and throat
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
3:22 PM
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Me!
Ana María Enciso Noguera (Chrysanthemun Silence, Raiven231, Raven, La Tia Anita, Anita, Piti, Nana...), 17 años, estudiante de Literatura, amante de la chocolatería.
loves!
Me gusta dormir, comer, leer, escribir, bailar, ir a cine y cuentería, la torta de amapola con naranja de Cascabel, su helado de curuba :P, pisar hojas secas.
taggit!
Debido a la complejidad de cuadrar bien los colores de la famosa Tag-Board, no la tendremos hasta que cambie de template o algo así suceda. Hasta nueva orden usen Haloscan. Mientras tanto, aquí estará mi sección de "Algo para decir"
"Only go so far to bury them."
My Chemical Romance, I never told you what I do for a living
"Can you hear me?
Are you near me?"
My Chemical Romance, Helena
"I miss you, I miss you so far."
My Chemical Romance, Cementary drive
"Alone you find yourself just hanging,
and to fill the hole you cling to all that seem,
to hide the little girl that crying,
underneath the rage that you let others see.
'Cause you're dancing dirt into the snow
while others look at you on show.
You're dancing dirt into the snow
while all around you people grow
And watch you bleed.
And watch you bleed.
(...)
The more you push through broken glass, the thicker it becomes.
And the more you turn on broken worlds, the sooner you will need
A gun."
Missy Higgins, Dancing dirt into the snow
"From the first time I laid my eyes on you
I felt joy of living
I saw heaven in your eyes
in your eyes
I wish you were here
Don't you know the snow is getting colder?
And I miss you like hell
And I'm feeling blue"
Nightwish, Wish you were here
"Mientras la muchedumbre pasa, yo observo que, aunque ella no mira el cielo, el cielo la mira.
Sobre su masa indiferente y oscura, como tierra del surco, algo desciende de lo alto. La vibración de las entrellas se parece al movimiento de unas manos de sembrador."
José Enrique Rodó, Ariel.
"I have dreamed of you so much
You are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to touch
Your breathing body,
To kiss your mouth
And make your voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much
There's no more time for me to wake up.
I have dreamed of you so much,
Have walked so much, talked so much,
Slept so much with your phantom,
The only thing left for me
Is to become a phantom among phantoms,
A shadow a hundred times more shadow
Than the shadow that moves and goes on moving,
Brightly, over the sundial of your life."
Sophie Auster, The last poem.
" Close your eyes and look at me.
Lock the door and you'll be free.
Dreams can be re-al-i-ty,
If you live your dream with me.
Wave good-bye to what you are.
What you want is not so far.
Life is short and life is long,
If you let me sing this song.
Give away your eyes to me,
I'll show you things you couldn't see.
Rain will fall, the sun will shine,
If I'm yours and you are mine.
Love me now and love me true,
Dream with me, I'll dream with you.
You'll find the thing you couldn't be,
If you stop and look at me."
Sophie Auster, Close your eyes.
"La muerte lo sabe todo a nuestro respecto, y quizá por eso sea triste. Si es cierto que nunca sonrie es porque le faltan los labios, y esta lección anatómica nos dice que, al contrario de lo que los vivos creen, la sonrisa no es una cuestión de dientes. Habrá quien diga, con humor menos macabro que de mal gusto, que lleva cincelada una especie de sonrisa permanente, pero eso no es verdad, lo que salta a la vista es una mueca de sufrimiento, porque el recuerdo del tiempo en que tenía boca, y la boca lengua, y la lengua saliva, le persigue continuamente."
José Saramago, Las intermitencias de la muerte (pag 181-182)
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