Epifanía

And there were future reflections
On the face and the hands
On a green colored island
On a primitive man
It was the future reflected
It felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building
The kids had something to do

There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life

I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turned them from oak to cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don't expect to be a winner

But as long as you feel it
I'm a believer
My heart is phosphor
Sea rolls and death tolls
Break the surface don't break my bones

Off of the trail and off of your hands and
Onto a new plan
Is the cost to stay lost
Forever in an empty skin
Pale and thin

If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell
But pieces come together for some reason just as well
Their guns couldn't see us
There's a sea outside my door
And one day I'll appreciate
The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore

And remember what it felt like
To be alone
Sitting in the sunlight
All alone


Sin palabras para describir lo genial que es esta canción.
Extrañamente me siento identificada con la letra.

Hurricane Drunk.

No walls, 
Can keep me protected
No sleep, 
Nothing inbetween me and the rain
And you can't save me now, 
I'm in the grip of a hurricane
I'm gonna blow myself away.

I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone else,
I brace myself,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse.

No home,
I don't want shelter,
No calm,
Nothing to keep me from the storm,
And you can't hold me down,
'Cause I belong to the hurricane,
It's gonna blow us all away.

I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone else,
I brace myself,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse.

I hope that you see me,
Cause I'm staring at you,
But when you look over,
You look right through,
Then you lean and kiss her on the head,
And I never felt so alive, and so.. dead.

I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone else,
I brace myself,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
I'm going out, woah-oh-o

I'm going out
I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone else,
I brace myself,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going o-o-o-o-o-o-out
I'm going out, woah-oh-o
I'm going out. 

Perfect Blue Buildings.

Just down the street from your hotel, baby.
I stay at home with my disease.
And ain't this position familiar, darlin'?
Well, all monkeys do what they see.
Help me stay awake, I'm fallin'...

Down on Virginia and La Loma,
where I got friends who care for me,
you got an attitude of everything I ever wanted.
I got an attitude of need.
So, help me stay awake, I'm fallin'...

Asleep in perfect blue buildings,
beside the green apple sea,
gonna get me a little oblivion, baby,
and try to keep myself away from me.

It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday.
It doesn't get much worse than this.
In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle
of these lives which are completely meaningless,
help me stay awake, I'm fallin'...

Asleep in perfect blue buildings,
beside the green apple sea, 
I wanna get me a little oblivion, baby,
and try to keep myself away from myself and me.

Well, I got bones beneath my skin, and mister, 
There's a skeleton in every man's house. 
Beneath the dust, and love, and sweat that hang on everybody
There's a dead man tryin' to get out. 
So please help me stay awake, I'm fallin'...

Asleep in perfect blue buildings,
beside the green apple sea,
I wanna get me a little oblivion, baby,
Try to keep myself away from me.

Perfect blue buildings,
oh, beside the green apple sea,
I wanna get me a little oblivion, baby,
and try to keep myself away from myself and me.

Oh, little perfect blue buildings.
I can't keep myself away from me.

Oh, little perfect blue building.

Said how am I gonna keep myself away?
How am I gonna keep myself away from me?
Keep myself away...
How am I gonna keep myself away from me?
Keep myself away...
How am I gonna keep myself away from me?

Lost+

Just because I’m losing
Doesn’t mean I’m lost!
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop
Doesn’t mean I'm across

Just because I’m hurting
Doesn’t mean I’m hurt
Doesn’t mean I don’t get what I deserved
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I’m just waiting ‘til the shine wears off

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn’t mean you’ve won
‘Cause a long may come
A bigger one

And you’ll be lost
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Oh and I’m just waiting until the firing stopped
Oh and I’m just waiting ‘til the shine wears off

[Jay-Z]
Aha, I gotcha, uh...
With the same sword they knight you, they gon' good night you with
Shit, that's only half if they like you
That ain't even the half what they might do
Don't believe me, ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggaz sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you're ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you have to be Bobby now
And the question is, "Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?"
Because I'm...

Oh and I, just waiting ‘til the shine wears off
Oh and I, just waiting ‘til the shine wears off

Chris Martin, eres dios, no tengo ni una sola duda de eso.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round round
Look around round round
Oh look around

Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play


Let our voice be the weapon.

What side is this anways?

Moth's wings. Passion Pit. 


Dear friend, as you know
Your flowers are withering
Your mother's gone missing
Your leaves have drifted away

But the clouds are clearing up
and I've come reveling
Burning incandescently
like a bastard on the burning sea

But you're just like your father
buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
and stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyways?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground

You come beating like moth's wings
Spastic and violently
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core

But you've run away from me
and you've left me shimmering
like diamond wedding rings
spinning dizzily down on the floor

But you're just like your father
buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
and stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyways?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground


te extraño. ya no? regresa cojuda que ya me estas dando rabia. jajaja

domingo desnudo. 2007

jugando duelo con andre! (domingo desnudo)
Feb 12, 2007 3:48 AM

jajajajajajaja... pastruladas al maximo!!!!

comenzemos con que hay una discriminacion increible hacia jesus... he perdido muchas coca colas, porque ninguna respuesta era JESUS! jajajaja... de ahi los dilemos... si escojer... historia... o historia! jajajaja

- ANDREA SABE EL NOMBRE DE LA HERMANA DE PARIS HILTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

- DE REPENTE SI NO LE PONES LA INTERROGACION A JESUS... TE SALE COMO ACIERTO!

- YA VOY A TIRAR DICE ANDRE.... AHORA SE LLAMA DADO NO IMBECIL???? jajajaja el viernes tenia otro nombre!

- de ahi algo que casi me hace escupir la gaseosa... como se llama la escuela de farriquito el abogado? y andre dice... farriquito law? jajajajjajja imbecil!

- como se llama el esposo de doña jimena? don jimeno? jajajajjajajajaja oe... jesus? tonces andrea dice.. que ahora doña jimena es maria magdalena? jajajajajaja

- y ahora le hechan pila al rostro para ser mas bella, no andrea??????? jajajajajaja

- el hermano de pau gasol se llama marc gasol... tiene 18 años! y si... estuvimos cerca con todo el jesus gasol....

- capital de estonia.. andre: tallin... marce: suena a tallarin... jeje

- marcE! marce dice: jesus???? ... it's a shame there's no one 2 blame ... dice:

oe.. quiero que me pregunten una de jesus, te apuesto que la adivino.... no me voy a ir a dormir hasta que me pregunten una de jesus... te apuesto que la maquina es ateo!

chE andrE. [[b.2.G.s]] -28- JAJAJAJAJAAA ay march dice:

hay que eshcarle agua bendita... ves y se daña es satanica

jajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja una de las mejores de la noche!

- jajajajaja... la pregunta de como se llama el creador de ford... puse john ford... pero de ahi iba a poner JESUS ford, pero adivinen que... no era jesus? nadie le hace caso al pobre jesus! QUE MAL!

- preguntaron... de que pais es el lema... "firme y feliz por la union" dijimos un culo de paises... y en eso pregunto.. PERU? y adivinen que? me ligo... jajaja, es nuestro lema... y de ahi dije... seguro ahora me liga la de JESUS... jajajajaja
la segunda mejor de la noche

- ahora la mejor creo yo!!!!!!!! la de alejandro sanz! jajajaja la maquina nos pregunta... como se llama el hijo, hasta ahora secreto de alejandro sanz?
chE andrE. [[b.2.G.s]] -28- JAJAJAJAJAAA ay

march jesus ford JAJAJAJ dice:
OE esta maquina de mierda piensa que no tenemos oficio

chE andrE. [[b.2.G.s]] -28- JAJAJAJAJAAA ay march jesus ford JAJAJAJ dice:
como pa saber quien es el hijo de quienç

pero antes dijo... como voy a saber huevon si es secreto!!!!!

yo despues dije... no te voy a decir huevon... si es secreto!

jajajajajaja

- de ahi otra buenaza! jajajaja! nos pidieron dia, mes y año de una huevada de tabaco... y las contestamos a la vez.... andre: que crees que somos, un calendario? y yo: no quieres segundos tambien, huevon? jajajajajajajajajajajajaja

jajajajaja.. buena noche... domingo desnudo... jajajaja muchisimas risas, no me habia reido tanto en siglos... jejeje! tb tuvimos nostalgia de ser genetistas... y recuerdos de cristina aguilera! fue GENIAL... te amo sis.... b.2.G.s

always better when we are together. :) 

Señales sobre el Humo.

1.
El viento sólo el viento
Traía miradas arcaicas
Horizontes del mar y el sueño
Para nuestro rostro el mundo crecía nuevamente


2.
En una noche detenida indagada
En el borde del ansia y de los encuentros
Sobre el cielo quieto y solemne
La dicha nos alcanzaba las mañanas abiertas


3. 
En nuestros ojos un tiempo sombrío
Llanuras de primavera para mirarnos
Ruptura de la verdad en los sortilegios
Sobre la más densa claridad anuncios de nieve.


4. 
En el mundo de las alondras y el huelo
Desde el límite del país más lejano
Casi sin horizontes
En todos los amantes volvemos a encontrarnos


5. 
Tú reconcilias misterios maneras del agua
Un ansia más oscura que todas las noches
El alba entre nuestros brazos
El azar donde el tiempo golpea con una espada


6. 
Dioses olvidados en iglesias de papel y de gritos
Una azotea donde juegan niños persistentes
El otoño con sus lentes manzanas de oro
Pequeña gloria como una arena caída en las manos


7. 
Somos la evidencia de la multitud sus únicos ojos
Descubrimos formas de luz detenida
Una dicha indecisa nos está rodeando
Pero a veces sollozamos cuando escribimos un nombre


8.
A pesar de que sostenemos diferencias rostros 
permanencias
Lluvias trémulas y confusas como la primera escritura
Nieves disueltas entre el frenesí de los árboles
Lejano y misterioso aún cae el rocío


9. 
Días sin tiempo manos entrelazadas
La oscuridad con sus grandes racimos de hielo y ceniza
El éxtasis del fuego
El insomnio que nos entrega la última llave de los planetas


10.
Hemos abierto el hechizo entre la piedra y los cristales
Ciudades infinitas de trigo y campanas
Quizás una mujer que sonríe en las praderas
Desde el sortilegio imaginamos el canto de los ruiseñores


11.
Con ademanes tranquilos sostenemos lejanas ceremonias 
Espejos hasta agotar figuras y rostros fugitivos
El rumor dorado de algunas lágrimas
Las mañanas del aire con sus tardes dormidas


12.
Sobre un bosque quieto la arena las nieves del fuego
Desafíos semejanzas 
Una isla de bruma en todos los continentes
Desde todas las infancias niños con sus caballos de madera


13.
Libertad de los ojos cuando buscamos el sentido
Torpezas suspirantes 
Las raíces de la sed y del agua en el deseo
En la tarde distraída el único desierto


14.
Desde la noche persistencia de un cobalto arrojado
Estrellas niveladas en la gran rama del cielo
Imágenes fugitivas
Arquitectura donde reunimos lo imposible. 


15. 
Encuentra lo exactamente absoluto
Paisajes lejanos donde la piedra solloza
Nostalgia sin respuestas utopías
Debe ese ópalo todavía puedes encender el fuego


16.
La vida con sus verdades levemente inventadas
Un amor seguro con sus cantos paralelos
En la noche fulgor y confusiones
Todas las mañanas con su perfección y exuberancia


17. 
Nos acercamos
Sabemos que la nostalgia abre la puerta de los sollozos
Hasta que encuentra la lágrima primitiva
Desde el paisaje un aire mueve los cerezos


18.
Debajo de los espacios sobre el fuego de la nieve
Entre tiempos radiantes o tenues
Desde el alba de la duda y los presagios
Crece el otoño como una esmeralda perdida


19. 
Para la simetría el salto del leopardo
Movimientos quietos que devuelven la Transparencia
La historia de la nieve en un cielo de verano
¡Suficiente! o Demasiado. 


Albor Maruenda.


next time we'll be perfect.

I don't want to fight
Every single night
Everything I want is in your eyes
You and me go back
To places I don't know to care
The spoils of all I got were left for scraps

Don't let me say this
But you're no worse than me
It's crazy

We are the real
If real ever was
And just because
We are the real
They feel we have enough
We are the real
'Cause someone gave us up

I want to be there when you're happy
I want to love you when you're sad
Can't stand the morning rain?
Get out I'll take your place then
Can't stand the blazing sun?
Then close your eyes you'll see
The angel dust

I don't want to be
Anything believed
A million watts of sound can't compare
Come along you'll see the world
The pulse ripples, the crowd unfurls
The current starts to flow and then you're on
Oh it's white hot soul they want
To sing for

We are the real
If real ever was
And just because
We are the ruin
Of every living soul
We are surreal
Cause someone gave us up

Don't break the oath
I want to love you when you're happy
Don't break this oath
I want to be there when you're sad
Freeze-frame the pouring rain

We are the real
As real as any ghost
So easy now
We are the real
In ever living soul
Oh don't they know?

Can't stand the blazing sun?
Can't stand the morning rain?
Oh get out I'll take your place again

I don't want to be alone
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to be alone at all
If it's a white hot soul they want
Then a black heart they'll get

Its my turn to box my books.

Books for Boxes. -Maximo Park. 


Night falls
And towns become circuit boards
We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving

From the air
Stadium lights stand out like flares
And all I know is that you're sat here right next to me

We rarely see
Warning signs in the air we breathe
Right now I feel each and every fragment

This paper trail leads right back to you
You say you need me to step outside

You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run, you said you knew that this would happen

Well this is something new
But it turns out it was borrowed, too
"why does every letdown have to be so thin?"

Rain explodes
At the moment that the cab door closed
I feel the weight upon your kiss; ambiguous

You have to leave. I appreciate that
But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp

You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run, you said you knew that this would happen

Two bodies in motion
This is a matter of fact
It wasn't built to last
[x2]

You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar
In the long run, you said you knew that this would happen

The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all, after all,
The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all


Ya me cansé de esperar a que voltees.