igual que nuestra vida, la vamos haciendo sin tener idea de cómo queremos que nos quede...

medianeras, de gustavo taretto...

kiss me, oh kiss me...

So when the fight is over,
And the storm is through,
Now will you pick another?
What will you get into?

So you stand in the corner,
With those boxing gloves on you,
You’re old, scared and lonely,
Yeah we’ve all been there too… uh uh
We’ve been all there too…

Kiss me, oh kiss me,
If that can make it right.
Try me, find me,
Just throw them on me…
Those failed expectations…
Floods and afflictions you’re through.
Cause I just might, take them home with me.

And the cracks in the pavement,
Yeah we’ve all fell there before,
And bones built into skeleton,
We’ve all been through that door.

Kiss me, oh kiss me,
If that can make it right.
Try me, find me,
Just throw them on me…
Those failed expectations…
Floods and afflictions you’re through.
Cause I just might…

Kiss me, oh kiss me,
Will that make things right ?
Try me, find me,
Just throw them on me…
Those failed expectations…
Floods and afflictions you’re through.
Cause I just might…
I just might, take you home.

Kiss me, kiss me,
We’ve all been there too,
Kiss me, kiss me
We have all been there too,
Kiss me, kiss me
We’ve all been there too,
Kiss me, kiss me
So kiss me…

poema XX

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
¡Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos!

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

¡Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla!
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Yo no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise..
Mi voz buscaba al viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.


Pablo Neruda - 20 poemas de amor y una cancion desesperada

"ratón + liebre + pollito = gerbo pigmeo"... ^^

Pygmy Jerboa (Salpingotulus michaelis)
Cargado por poncon. - Ver videos desternillantes de animales.

so much with so less!

related to this other post: disculpe, su vida le espera...: viva la originalidad

i found this other video:

sin desperdicio

if you don't know what to say on valentine's day...

THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION
ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME
WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE,
AND THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:

1. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life.

2. I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

3. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

4. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.

5. I thought that I could love no other
That is until I met your brother.

6. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's
empty and so is your head.

7. I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

8. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

9. My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

10. My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell..'

11. What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.

one year ago...

one year ago it was freezing outside... one year ago it was thursday... one year ago silvia and pepe where visiting me in stockholm... one year ago some friends where visiting victor too... one year ago we were in another one of those improvised parties in room 233, and the "smoking area" was some rooms further, in room 228... one year ago i was wearing my purple skirt, and black tshirt... one year ago my friends told me off a bit when we arrived home, but in the good sense! one year ago...

one year ago was just another day... or just seemed like that then...

...as it goes, goes down the valley of the cold, cold lonely mountain...

Something in your mind goes weary, goes
Turning itself into a big ball of snow
And it just rolls, rolls, growing stronger
As it goes, goes down the valley
Of the cold, cold lonely mountain
That hides all Your secrets away from the surface

There, where, all Your feelings show
Where You stand on your own
I'll meet You under a shadow of an orange tree

He never ever really loved You
He never ever really cared, cared
So just go, just turn around and hold me, just hold me
Cause I, I've been waiting forever, forever

Something in Your mind goes weary, goes
Turning itself into a big ball of snow
And it just rolls, rolls growing stronger
As it goes, goes down the valley
Of the cold, cold lonely mountain
That hides all Your secrets away from the surface

There, where, all Your feelings show
Where You stand on your own
I'll take You dancing
We'll climb and we'll sit on the top of an orange tree

Something in my heart goes boom, boom, boom
And all I see is You, You, You
Something in my heart goes boom, boom, boom
There's nothing I can do(Light shines for You)

(david fonseca - orange tree)

interesting night + surprising discovery

i was some time ago trying to figure out what was breakcore, hardcore, and all these kinds of music...
and, by chance, this festival happened to be at the same time. i went because some friends were going, but it also helped me introduce myself in this world...


it was a squatter house, surprisingly neat and well organised, with a kind of terrace outside where they sold mostly hand made stuff, and inside was the bar, the djs, and everything... and it seems many of the djs are really known! within people that like this music i mean.

we arrived with the last minutes of dubstep, and from then on the speed went just in increase. i learned one thing that day: anytime you think a beat can't possibly go faster... it always can. it's amazing. and strange cuts, broken rithms (if they could be called so), indescribable sounds... i don't know how could the people dance that, personally i couldn't. it was much more useful if you wanted to do something, to just move, and from time to time the beat catched up with you for a few seconds... when we left, this "music" was so into our heads, that i could really notice a "rithm" in the engine of the bus! pretty much the same sound that was in the festival the last hour... :$

but well, interesting, really worth going and seeing.

and after that, when i had decided that i completely dislike breakcore, hardcore, grindcore and whatevercore, a friend showed me that i can "scare" my friends saying that i like breakcore, because it can be more than just noise, music actually:

venetian snares - szamár madár


so yes, i can say i have a cd of breakcore, the whole cd of this guy, venetian snares (Rossz csillag alatt született), and i really like it (and recommend it!). but it's the only...