quiero darte cada uno de mis instantes
lunes, 28 de junio de 2010
martes, 22 de junio de 2010
domingo, 20 de junio de 2010
sábado, 19 de junio de 2010
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the nights
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the nights
Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
And now the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the nights
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
A.
Their shadows searching in the nights
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the nights
Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
And now the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the nights
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
A.
jueves, 17 de junio de 2010
miércoles, 16 de junio de 2010
hombre esquizofrénico del siglo veintiuno
chan chararan chan chaaaaaaan chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
Mortal y ciego gérmen de la codicia del hombre,
hijos de poetas violentos muertos de hambre,
no necesita para nada lo que tiene.
Hombre esquizofrénico del siglo veintiuno
Le hablo al viento,
my words are all carried away
Le hablo al viento,
pero el viento no oye,
the Wind cannot hear.
I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Mucha confusión, mucha desilusión
all around me.
"Confusión" será mi epitafio,
al tiempo que me arrastro por un camino roto y destrozado
y, si lo hacemos, podremos todos sentarnos
y reírnos.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
the purple piper plays his tune,
el coro canta suavemente;
tres canciones de cuna en una antigua lengua,
para el cortejo del rey Carmesí. ( carmesí carmesí carmesí
el king crimson pá)
buenas noches mundo
esto ha sido
IN THE COURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT OF THE CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMSON KIIIING
domingo, 13 de junio de 2010
sábado, 12 de junio de 2010
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