* Figured you out *

Nickelback
Figured you out

I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you cant say NO
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(x2)

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the white stains on your dress

I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figured you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(x2)

Why not before, you never tried
Gone for good, and this is it

I like your pants around your feet
And I like he dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say NO
Too many long line in a row
I hate the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figured you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(x2)

Why not before, you never tried
Gone for good, and this is it.

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* Your Song *

Ewan McGregor
Your Song

My gift is my song... And this one if for you...
And you can tell everybody that this is your song…

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done,
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words…
How wonderful life is now you're in the world...

Sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss
Well some of these verses, well they, they got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
And, well the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's doneI
hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world!

. . .

. . .

* Quevedo *

Tras arder siempre, nunca consumirme;
y tras siempre llorar, nunca acabarme;
tras tanto caminar, nunca cansarme;
y tras siempre vivir, jamás morirme.

Después de tanto mal, no arrepentirme;
tras tanto engaño, no desengañarme;
después de tantas penas, no alegrarme;
y tras tanto dolor, nunca reírme;

En tantos laberintos, no perderme,
ni haber, tras tanto olvido, recordado,
¿Qué fin alegre puede prometerme?

Antes muerto estaré que escarmentado:
Ya no pienso tratar de defenderme,
sino de ser de veras desdichado.
...

...

"IGNOSCE ILLIS, QUIA NESCIUNT QUID FACIUNT"

* Focus *

...NO IMPORTA LO QUE PASE A MI ALREDEDOR...

No importa lo que digan; Menos aún lo que no digan...
No importa lo que hagan; Tampoco lo que no hagan...
No importa lo que falte; Ni menos lo que cueste...
Da igual si se ve lejano y más aún si se ve imposible...

...Sé para donde voy y para donde no...
...Sé quien soy y quien no soy...
...Sé que quiero y que no...

Solo me hace falta
CONCENTRACIÓN
...

...

"Todo lo que conozco de ti me gusta, y lo que me falta por conocer,
prefiero descubrirlo en una casa en la que nuestros nombres estén escritos en el buzón"

* Don't Belong *

Paradise Lost
Don't Belong

People say, I'm in the way
People say, never betray
Oh! When I've gone, when I've gone
You'll turn to me, when I've gone, when I've gone.

Need a little understanding for all I've done
In another situation I don't belong, belong.

Every day humiliate
Every way solemn in trait
Oh! When I've gone, when I've gone
You'll turn the key, when I've gone, don't belong.

Need a little understanding for all I've done
In another situation I don't belong
Need a little understanding for all I've done
In another situation I would belong, belong.

Need a little understanding for all I've done
In another situation I don't belong
Need a little understanding for all I've done
In another situation I would belong, belong.

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. . .

* JaQK *

"Algunos artistas, bajo los efectos de una jaqueca, han intentado plasmar el dolor de cabeza en imágenes"

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* Para empezar... *

Típico drama: LA HOJA EN BLANCO...
Para empezar, quiero repetir algo de mi anterior página*; Más que para otros, es para recordarme no descansar hasta encontrar los libros... La película la "ví"... RECOMENDADA.

GÜNTER GRASS
EL TAMBOR DE HOJALATA.
..."Con frecuencia le tienta la idea de colorear sus obras. Pero yo trato de disuadirlo: Le muestro mi cama metálica esmaltada en blanco y lo invito a imaginársela pintarrajeada en varios colores.
Horrorizado, se lleva sus manos de enfermero a la cabeza, trata de imprimir a su rostro algo rígido la expresión de todos los pavores reunidos, y abandona sus proyectos colorísticos..."
..."Vienen entonces los que se empeñan en salvarme, los que encuentran divertido quererme, los que en mí quisieran apreciarse, restarse y conocerse a sí mismos..."
..."Aún halla la manera, sentado junto a mi cama y desenredando cordeles, de quedarse y derramar un silencio tan prolongado que acabo por confundir a Bruno con el silencio y al silencio con Bruno..."

GLÓBULOS ROJOS.
..."Pero desnuda y reducida sólo a proporciones me das pena. Por eso intento cambiarte de sitio la rodilla. Tu espinazo cóncavo me da qué pensar. No comprendo por qué eres tan fea ni por qué soy incapaz de apartar de tí la vista y mirar, por ejemplo, el campo verde o el río, que son tan naturales y no tienen clavículas. Te quiero lo que puedo. Voy a componer un ballet para tus glóbulos, los rojos y los blancos. Cuando caiga el telón te tomaré el pulso y veré si el esfuerzo ha merecido la pena..."

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"A nadie le acontece cosa alguna que no sea por naturaleza capaz de soportar" (Anónimo)