miércoles, enero 31, 2007

Una mirada

...De fuego, de tierra...
...De cielo... y de mar...

Algo tienen sus ojos.
Algo hay en su mirada.





No todos los ojos son iguales...

...No todas las miradas son iguales.

Hay miradas que parece que te atraviesan el alma...
la suya parece suspender el tiempo.
...es el tipo de miradas que me dejan "pegado".



...azarado por el brillo de dos estrellas...


...inquieto por sentir que escrutan en lo más profundo...


...y sentir que iluminan lo más oscuro...



...ojos que revelan secretos...




...es entonces cuando viene la angustia...
de quedar al descubierto.


cuando las miradas se cruzan,
las almas conversan.


...es intimidad temerosa,
indefensa y peligrosa...




es una tierna mirada inquisidora,
iluminando secretos al fondo de un abismo:
alejarme, por conservarlos insisto.

Frías y dulces y tímidas estrellas.
Del miedo desisto,


contengo un suspiro...


...y a conseguirlas me animo.







Dos veces he sentido eso.
Supongo que eso es lo que llaman enamorarse.


...Dos veces... o quizá tres.

martes, enero 30, 2007

Chris Isaak : Wicked Game




The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you.

No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,

I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you no,

No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody loves no one.

domingo, enero 28, 2007

Eros Ramazzotti : Stella Gemella





ed è di nuovo solitudine
anche stanotte sentirò
questo mio cuore in battere e levare
tempo d'amore che non finisce mai, oh no...

tutto il mio dentro che conosci, che tu sai,
vive un momento più difficile che mai
non è bastato aver tagliato i ponti
non è servito aver pagato i conti
se poi resta
questa mia maniera d'essere
ancora fragile

io vorrei sapere se ci sei
o sei soltanto un volo inutile...

dove sarai - anima mia
senza di te - mi butto via
dove sarai - anima bella
dove sarai...

questo mio cuore
in battere e levare
tempo d'amore
ed io ti sto cercando così forte
che mi fanno male gli occhi ormai...

dove sarai - anima mia
senza di te - mi butto via
dove sarai - anima bella
stella gemella
dove sarai...

magari dietro la luna sarai
come il sogno più nascosto che c'è
non lo vedi che io vivo di te
dove sarai...

sábado, enero 27, 2007

Aerosmith : Hole in my soul


I'm down a one way street
With a one night stand
With a one track mind
Out in no man's land
(the punishment sometimes don't seem to fit the crime)

Yeah there's a hole in my soul
But one thing I've learned
For every love letter written
There's another one burned
(so tell me how it's gonna be this time)

Is it over
Is it over
Is it over
'cause Im blowin' out the flame

Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns the knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find there's nothing there girl
Yeah I swear, I'm telling you girl yeah cause
There's a hole in my soul that's been killing me forever
It's a place where a garden never grows
There's a hole in my soul, yeah I should have known better
cause your love's like a thorn without a rose

I'm as dry as a seven year drought
I got dust for tears
Yeah I'm all tapped out
(sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed)

I know there's been all kinds of shoes underneath your bed
Now I sleep with my boots on, but you're still in my head
(and something tells me this time I'm down to my last licks)
'cause if its over
Then it's over
And it's driving me insane

Is it over
Yeah it's over
And Im blowin' out the flame

Take a walk outside your mind
Tell me how it feels to be
The one who turns the knife inside of me
Take a look and you will find
There's nothing there girl, yeah, I swear
I'm telling you girl yeah cause there's a hole in my soul
Thats been killing me forever
Its a place where a garden never grows theres a hole in my soul,
Yeah I should have known better
'cause your love's like a thorn
Without a rose

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jueves, enero 25, 2007

Miguel Falabella : Saudade

Agarrarse el dedo con una puerta duele.
Golpearse la cara contra el piso, duele.
Torcerse el tobillo, duele.
Una bofetada, un puntapié, duelen.
Duele golpearse la cabeza con el borde de la mesa,
duele morderse la lengua, una carie y piedras en los riñones también duelen.

Pero lo que más duele es la saud ade.
Saudade de un hermano que vive lejos.
Saudade de una cascada de la infancia.
Saudade del gusto de una fruta que no se encuentra más.
Saudade del papá que murió, del amigo imaginario que nunca existió...

Saudade de una ciudad.
Saudade de nosotros mismos, cuando vemos que el tiempo no nos perdona. Duelen todas estas saudades.
Pero la saudade que más duele es la saudade de quien se ama.
Saudade de la piel, del olor, de los besos. Saudade de la presencia, y hasta de la ausencia consentida.
Tú podías quedarte en la sala, y ella en el cuarto, sin verse, pero sabiéndose ahí.
Tú podías ir para el dentista y ella para la facultad, pero se sabían allí.
Tú podías pasar el día sin verla, ella el día sin verte, pero sabían del día de mañana.
Pero cuando el amor de uno acaba, o se torna menor, al otro le sobra una saudade que nadie sabe como detener.
Saudade es básicamente no saber. No saber más si ella continúa sufriendo en ambientes fríos.
No saber si él continúa sin afeitarse por causa de aquella alergia.
No saber si ella todavía usa aquella mini.
No saber si él fue a la consulta con el médico como prometió.
No saber si ella se alimentó bie n últimamente por causa de esa manía de estar siempre ocupada.
Si él estuvo yendo a las clases de inglés, si aprendió a entrar en la Internet y encontrar la página del Diario Oficial.
Si ella aprendió a estacionar entre dos coches.
Si él continúa prefiriendo la cerveza oscura. Si ella continúa prefiriendo jugo de naranja.
Si él continua sonriendo con aquellos ojitos apretados...
Si ella sigue bailando de aquella forma enloquecedora... Si él continua cantando tan bien.
Si ella continua detestando Mc Donald's.
Si él continua amando. Si ella sigue llorando hasta en las comidas. Saudade realmente es no saber!

No saber que hacer con los días que son más largos, no saber como encontrar tareas que detengan el pensamiento,
no saber como frenar las lágrimas al escuchar esa música, no saber como vencer el dolor de un silencio...

Saudade es no querer saber si ella está con otro, y al mismo tiempo querer. Es no saber si él está feliz, y al mismo tiempo preguntar a todos los amigos por eso...

Es no querer saber si él está mas flaco, si ella está mas linda.
Saudade es nunca más saber de quien se ama, y mismo así doler.

Saudade es esto que sentí mientras estaba escribiendo y lo que tú, probablemente, estés sintiendo ahora después de leer...
"En alguna otra vida, debemos haber hecho algo muy grave para sentir tanta saudade..."

martes, enero 23, 2007

Aerosmith : Taste of India



God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum

God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that´s what´s gotten into ya
Any cat man do when it´s done...

Oh yeah she´s got that kind of love incense
That lives in her back room
And when it mixes with the funk, my friend
It turns into perfume

When you are born you´re afraid of the darkness
And then you´re afraid of the light
But I'm not afraid when I dance with my shadow

This time I'm gonna get it right
To think of what I´ll get tonight

Just lookin´ for a little taste, a taste of India
She´ll steal the smile right out of your face

Her yin and yang, Is just the thing
She´s unpredictable my friend

God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that´s what´s gotten into ya
Any cat man do when it´s done...

It´s like the first taste love of vindaloo
That sets your heart on fire
And if you let her stuff get into you
It will be all that you desire

When you make love to the sweet tantric priestress
Drinkin´ in the bliss of delight
But I'm not afraid when I dance with her shadow

The time I'm gonna get it right
She´s gonna whet my appetite

Just lookin´ for a little taste, taste of India
She´ll steal the smile right out of your face

She a friend of mine, She a concubine
The sweetest wine, I gotta make her mine

God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum

God I love that sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what´s gotten into ya
Any cat man do when ot´s do

Just think of what I´ll get tonight
She´s gonna whet my appetite
Just Just lookin´ for a little taste, taste of India
She´ll steal the smile right out of your face

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lunes, enero 22, 2007

Aerosmith : Remember (Walking in the sand)

Seems like the other day
My baby went away
She went away, 'cross the sea

It's been two years or so
Since I saw my baby go
And then this letter came for me

It said that we was through
She found somebody new
Oh, lemme think, lemme think
What shall I do

Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no no no no no
Remember, walking in the sand
Remember, walking hand in hand
Remember, the night was so exciting
Remember, her smile was so inviting
Remember, then she touched my cheek
Remember, with her fingertips
Remember, softly
Softly we met with a kiss

Whatever happened to
The girl that I once knew
The girl that said, she'd been true
Oh, whatever happened to
That night I gave it to you
What will I do with it now
Oh...

Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no no no no
Remember, walking in the sand
Remember, walking hand in hand
Remember, the night was so exciting
Remember, her smile was so inviting
Remember, then she touched my cheek
Remember, with her fingertips
Remember, softly
Softly we met with a kiss

Whatever happened to
That girl that I once knew
That girl that said, she'd been true
Whatever happened to
That night I gave it to you
What would you do with it now

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sábado, enero 20, 2007

Bajofondo Tango Club : Perfume

Perseguiré
los rastros de este afán
como busca el agua a la sed
la estela de tu perfume

Me atravesó
tu suave vendaval
rumbo a tu recuerdo seguí
la senda de tu perfume

(...del eco de tu perfume)

No hay soledad
que aguante el envión
el impulso antiguo y sutil
del eco de tu perfume

(Perseguiré...)
(Perseguiré...)
(...la senda de tu perfume)

Me atravesó
tu suave vendaval
rumbo a tu recuerdo seguí
la senda de tu perfume

No hay soledad
que aguante el envión
el impulso antiguo y sutil
del eco de tu perfume

(...del eco de tu perfume)

(Regresarás...)

(...la senda de tu perfume)

(Regresarás...)

Perseguiré los rastros de este afán... seguí
Perseguiré los rastros de este afán... seguí
Perseguiré los rastros de este afán... seguí

...la estela de tu perfume

viernes, enero 19, 2007

Rob Dougan : Furious Angels






Like a sentence to death
I've got no options left
I've got nothing to show now
I'm down on the ground
I've got seconds to live
And you can't go now

Cause love, like an invisible bullet has shot me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding
And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me

You're a dirty needle
You're in my blood and there's no curing me
And I want to run
(like the blood from a wound)
To a place you can't see me

Cause love, like a blow to the head, has left me stunned and i'm reeling - yeah, I'm reeling
And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me

You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs and there's no saving me
And I can't get up from this wet crimson bed that you made for me

Cause love, like a knife in the back, has cut me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding
And if you go, angels will run to defend me - to defend me

Cause i can't get up
I'm as cold as a stove
I can feel the life fade from me
I'm down on the ground
I've got seconds to live
Then what's there that waits for me?

Cause love, like a sentence of death has left me stunned, and i'm reeling - yeah, i'm reeling
And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me

jueves, enero 18, 2007

Eros Ramazzotti : Non ti prometto niente

Adesso non mi chiedere
quando tornerò
ti prego non insistere
magari chiamerò.
Non ti prometto niente
anche se tu mi piaci già un po'
Non ti prometto niente
Conosci già la regola
vedersi solo un pò
capisco che non basta più,
però, per il momento no.
Non ti prometto niente
sai che già una volta io l'ho fatto
e che ho mantenuto tutto
io che c'ho creduto così
sai come finì
sai come finì
Se tornerò a innamorarmi ancora
ora non so se sarà di te.
Se ci sarà posto ancora
potrai riempirlo forse tu.
Ma tu adesso non mi chiedere di più.
Io non ti so rispondere
se un giorno cambierà
Non ti prometto niente
dico solo che con te
sto meglio
e che il tempo del risveglio
già potresti essere tu
non dico di più
non dico di più
se..tornerò a innamorarmi ancora
ora non so se sarà di te
Se ci sarà posto ancora
mi piacerebbe tenerlo per te
Se ci sarà posto ancora
per una parola che vorrei
poterti dire senza più
poterti dire senza più
pensare a lei
più pensare a lei

sábado, enero 13, 2007

Robbie Williams : How Peculiar

How peculiar

I am all of the above babe
Johnny long strokes to the grave
Savin' all the stamps and
Spend it on a kettle

Rub me rub me up right lovely
If you lick it then lick it battery
Good and properly all night if you want

I haven't got a clue what to do with you
Need for you to love me so much
Jesus what am I going to do with this crush
So get the old fella and wack it up against the touch

How peculiar

Bend your long legs against the sofa and the Dorchester
You can eat your All Bran
I'm not into heart sports

Oh I haven't got a clue what to do with you
Jesus all the things my head is going through
God what am I going to do with this crush
Just wack the old man out and get it up against the touch

How peculiar

Jesus what am I to do man
I am a depressed man
Not sure what I'm doing
All of the day

How peculiar

I am all of the above man
I am what you want man
If you want me here I am
Come and get it baby

domingo, enero 07, 2007

Marilyn Manson : Fundamentally Loathsome



I want to wake up in your white, white sun // I want to wake up in your world with no pain // But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday // While you are numb all of the way // // When I hate it I know I can feel but // When you love it you know it's not real // No // And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world // On its way to hell // The living are dead and // I hope to join them too // I know what to do and I do it well... // // When I hate it I know I can feel but // When you love it you know it's not real // No // // Shoot myself to love you // If I loved myself I'd be shooting you //