dimarts, 26 de febrer del 2013
dilluns, 25 de febrer del 2013
CHESS
[FLORENCE]
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently
Won a few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well
[FLORENCE]
Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He can't be mine?
[SVETLANA]
Oh so good
Oh so fine
He can't be mine?
[FLORENCE]
But in the end he needs
A little bit more than me --
More security
[SVETLANA]
He needs his fantasy
And freedom
[FLORENCE]
I know him so well.
[SVETLANA]
No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him
Still the gap between us is too wide.
[FLORENCE]
Looking back I could
Have played things
Some other way
[SVETLANA]
Looking back I could
Have played it
Differently
Learned about the man
Before I fell
[FLORENCE]
I was just a little
Careless maybe
[SVETLANA]
But I was
Ever so much
Younger then
Now at least
[FLORENCE]
Now at least
I know him well
[BOTH]
I know I know him well
[SVETLANA]
Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
[FLORENCE]
Oh so good
Oh so fine
[BOTH]
He won't be mine?
Didn't I know
How it would go?
If I knew from the start
Why am I falling apart?
[SVETLANA]
Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
[FLORENCE]
Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?
[SVETLANA]
He won't be mine?
[FLORENCE]
But in the end he needs a
Little bit more than me --
More security
[SVETLANA]
He needs his
Fantasy and freedom
[FLORENCE]
I know him so well
[SVETLANA]
It took time to understand him
[BOTH]
I know him so well
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently
Won a few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well
[FLORENCE]
Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He can't be mine?
[SVETLANA]
Oh so good
Oh so fine
He can't be mine?
[FLORENCE]
But in the end he needs
A little bit more than me --
More security
[SVETLANA]
He needs his fantasy
And freedom
[FLORENCE]
I know him so well.
[SVETLANA]
No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him
Still the gap between us is too wide.
[FLORENCE]
Looking back I could
Have played things
Some other way
[SVETLANA]
Looking back I could
Have played it
Differently
Learned about the man
Before I fell
[FLORENCE]
I was just a little
Careless maybe
[SVETLANA]
But I was
Ever so much
Younger then
Now at least
[FLORENCE]
Now at least
I know him well
[BOTH]
I know I know him well
[SVETLANA]
Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
[FLORENCE]
Oh so good
Oh so fine
[BOTH]
He won't be mine?
Didn't I know
How it would go?
If I knew from the start
Why am I falling apart?
[SVETLANA]
Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
[FLORENCE]
Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?
[SVETLANA]
He won't be mine?
[FLORENCE]
But in the end he needs a
Little bit more than me --
More security
[SVETLANA]
He needs his
Fantasy and freedom
[FLORENCE]
I know him so well
[SVETLANA]
It took time to understand him
[BOTH]
I know him so well
diumenge, 24 de febrer del 2013
DAMAGES
"El vent a la cara, el fred al cor!! Les certituds et glacen el cos, i t'adones que volent guanyar la partida, t'han eliminat del joc....efectes col.laterals, però la venjança és un plat que es serveix fred...
Una batalla s'organitza, una venjança s'estudia, varia segons el context... Però no s'oblida mai"
Emily Throne
Una batalla s'organitza, una venjança s'estudia, varia segons el context... Però no s'oblida mai"
Emily Throne
dissabte, 23 de febrer del 2013
I KNOW HIM SO WELL
"I el pavo real abre sus alas, extiende sus plumas i camina orgulloso delante de las hembras a su alrededor...." Quant podem aprendre de Félix Rodríguez de la fuente
divendres, 22 de febrer del 2013
TE AMARÉ MEJOR
http://youtu.be/lats5cyfZN0
Parce que j'ai compris....même si tu seras toujours l'amour de ma vie,ma plus grande preuve d'amour c'est de te laisser partir
Parce que j'ai compris....même si tu seras toujours l'amour de ma vie,ma plus grande preuve d'amour c'est de te laisser partir
dijous, 21 de febrer del 2013
BEING ALIVE
ROBERT :Stop!...What do you get?
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive.
AMY: Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. *Want* something!
Want *something*!
ROBERT:
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive.
AMY: Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. *Want* something!
Want *something*!
ROBERT:
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!
dilluns, 18 de febrer del 2013
THE OTHER WOMAN
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
Nina Simone
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
Nina Simone
diumenge, 17 de febrer del 2013
POEMA 20 de Pablo Neruda
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 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.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el 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.
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 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.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el 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.
dimarts, 12 de febrer del 2013
dilluns, 11 de febrer del 2013
divendres, 8 de febrer del 2013
dilluns, 4 de febrer del 2013
TACTICA Y ESTRATEGIA
Mi táctica es mirarte
aprender como sos
quererte como sos
mi táctica es
hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible
mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos
mi táctica es
ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos
simulacros
para que entre los dos
no haya telón
ni abismos
mi estrategia es <br/>
en cambio <br/>
más profunda y más <br/>
simple <br/>
mi estrategia es <br/>
que un día cualquiera <br/>
no sé cómo ni sé <br/>
con qué pretexto <br/>
por fin me necesites <br/>
.</p>
divendres, 1 de febrer del 2013
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