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  1. Pues yo tampoco te veo el nuevo avatar... Veo el que tenías antes, un poco achatado... Super, qué explorador utilizas? Será cosa del firefox? Salut!
  2. Es de una canción de un grupo punk inglés, creo, que se llama Half man half biscuit, que hicieron esta canción (all I want for Christmas is a Dukla Prague away kit). Te cuento lo historia... El Dukla dePraga era el quipo de futbol fundado por el ministerio de defensa de la checoslovaquia comunista en memoria al sitio donde soviéticos y checos vencieron a los nazis. Por lo que se ve era un equipo importante, y ciando cayó el telón de acero, se refundó como el Marila Pribram, un equipo que por lo que se ve ahora juega en segunda. El Dukla de Praga marcó a una buena generación de punks después que el grupo Half Man Half Biscuit compusiera esta canción cuando el equipo apareció en los años 80 por los estadios británicos con su segundo uniforme, que era marrón con las mangas doradas, y con pantalones dorados también, para jugar partidos de la recopa de europa o algo parecido. El grupo quedó impresionado por el diseño del equipo, le dedico una canción y ahora esta camiseta es un icono punk, y en los sitios web donde se venden camisetas antiguas de fútbol, ésta es de las más vendidas... Y a mí se me olvidó ir al encuentro de una... Que conste que no soy futbolera, sino que me enteré de esto por el punk... Salut!
  3. ... a Dukla Prague away kit!!! Pues ánimo para ti también Edward!
  4. Pues sí, estudio historia del cine... ... que es una asignatura de Historia del Arte, . El problema no es la asignatura, que me está gustando mucho, sino el trabajo (bastante extenso y en profundidad), al cual se tiene que sumar uno sobre el cartelismo del cine de Bollywood, una masterclass de arquitectura contemporánea... y ganas de salir todos los fines de semana y mil cosas más a hacer... Si ya lo dicen ya, que quien mucho abarca... Pues I don't... Tendré que pedirte para reyes para que me ayudes con lo del ruso Salut!
  5. Rebotando del diván de holden al hilo del curso... Ánimos, I don't, con tu examen, que así el 23 podrás salir, beber, el rollo de siempreeeeee Y como te habrá tocado la lotería, pueeeees Yo también tengo examen... De Paleografía, el 14... Como no tenga el día me voy a reír tanto... Salut!
  6. Holdeeeeeen! Que te dejamos abandonaaaaaaaado! Hala, siéntate a mi lado ... Que me estoy poniendo negra con un trabajo que tengo que hacer para historia del cine... ¿No tendrá alguien por casualidad un análisis de "Octubre", de Eisenstein? Me estoy volviendo lela para encontrar cosas sobre la música original, el metraje, la cadencia... Cuatro o cinco fuentes distintas que tengo dan informaciones contradictorias... Desde análisis a lo freudiano que en todas partes encuentran muestras del trauma sexual de Eisenstein a cosas ya un poco más serias, pero creo que tendré que hacer un cursillo acelerado de ruso para aprender a leer los intetítulos de la película Todo sea para que el diván no se pierda en las profundidades de los hilos a los que ya nadie presta atención Un abrazo a todos i salut!
  7. Buenas... Hoy un tema que hacía tiempo que no escuchaba... GUNS N' ROSES - November Rain When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this such a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers always come and lovers always go An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today Walking away If we could take the time to lay it on the line I could rest my head Just knowin' that you were mine All mine So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain Or I'll just end up walkin' In the cold November rain Do you need some time...on your own Do you need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you Sometimes I need some time...on my own Sometimes I need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone And when your fears subside And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh I know that you can love me When there's no one left to blame So never mind the darkness We still can find a way 'Cause nothin' lasts forever Even cold November rain Don't ya think that you need somebody Don't ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody You're not the only one You're not the only one Salut!
  8. Y qué si es la peor canción? Tan grave es que no sepa de musica y que me gusten las canciones que no tengan la mejor calidad del mundo? Parece que la hayáis tomado conmigo! Hala, ya sabes lo que te toca. Salut!
  9. Ele eleeee! Puessss no creo que cueste demasiado encotrar ésta: "Si pudiera escoger un lugar dónde morir sería en tus brazos" Salut!
  10. Buenas... puede ser "O tren", de Siniestro Total"? Salut!
  11. Holaaaaaa! Otra más... GARTH BROOKS - The thunder rolls Three thirty in the morning Not a soul insight The city's lookin' like a ghost town On a moonless summer night Raindrops on the windshield There's a storm moving in He's headin' back from somewhere That he never should have been And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls Every light is burnin' In a house across town She's pacin' by the telephone In her faded flannel gown Askin' for miracle Hopin' she's not right Prayin' it's the weather That's kept him out all night And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls The thunder rolls And the lightnin' strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm blows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls She's waitin' by the window When he pulls into the drive She rushes out to hold him Thankful he's alive But on the wind and rain A strange new perfume blows And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls The thunder rolls And the lightnin' strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm blows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls She runs back down the hallway To the bedroom door She reaches for the pistol Kept in the dresser drawer Tells the lady in the mirror He won't do this again Cause tonight will be the last time She'll wonder where he's been Salut!
  12. Que ilusión, nunca nadie se había interesado en pedirme para reyes . Y la respuesta es que me puedes pedir para, cuando, como, por qué, donde, y para (otra vez ) lo que tú quieras . Mmmmmmm... Mente perversa en funcionamiento... ¡Lo tendré en cuenta! En lo referente a la fecha del poema qe puse... He estado mirando y no consigo encontrarlo... Lo siento... Salut!
  13. Buenas... Volviendo a los orígenes de este post, si me dejáis voy a poner mi granito de arena. Creo que no cambiaré el avatar porque me costó mucho colgar éste que tengo, que ya se ve suficientemente mal, y las imágenes más navideñas que tengo son sagradas familias de todas las épocas habidas y por haber... Así que, aunque falten días para Navidad y para que todo el mundo se desee felices fiestas, os pongo un poema de un poeta catalán que murió hace poco, a quien se le solía llamar "el poeta del pueblo". Allá voy, con la traducción detrás... MIQUEL MARTÍ I POL - Potser Nadal Potser Nadal és que tothom es digui a si mateix i en veu molt baixa el nom de cada cosa, mastegant els mots amb molta cura, per tal de percebre'n tot el sabor, tota la consistència. Potser és repassar els ulls en els objectes quotidians, per descobrir amb sorpresa que ni sabem com són de tant mirar-los. Potser és un sentiment, una tendresa que s'empara de tot, potser un somriure inesperat en una cantonada. I potser és tot iaxò i, a més, la força per reprendre el camí de cada dia quan el misteri s'ha esvaït i tot torna a ser trist, i llunyà, i difícil. -------------- -La traducción, un poco chusquerilla y para salir del paso... Quizá Navidad sea que todos se digan a ellos mismos y en muy baja voz el nombre de cada cosa, masticando las palabras con mucho cuidado, para percebir todo su sabor, toda su consistencia. Quizá sea repasar los ojos en los objetos quotidianos, para descubrir con sorpresa que ni sabemos cómo son de haberlos visto tanto. Quizá sea un sentimiento, una ternura que de todo se empara, quizá una sonrisa inesperada en una esquina. Y quizá es todo ésto, y además, la fuerza para retomar el camino de cada día cuando el misterio de ha evadido y todo vuelve a ser triste, y lejano, y difícil. Espero que os haya gustado. I don't, te puedo pedir para reyes? Salut!
  14. Buenaaaaaas! Un par más para engordar esto... BASIN STREET BLUES Basin street is the street Where all the white and the black folk meet Down in new orleans, the land of dreams You never know how much it seems Not just how much it really means I’m glad to be, yessirree, in the land of reverie I can’t lose my basin street blues -------------- GOD BLESS THE CHILD Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just worry 'bout nothin' Cause he's got his own Salut!
  15. ... pues ahora que le han nombrado comandante de la orden del imperio británico... De todos modos, la droga le hizo descubrir el blues.... ELMORE JAMES - It hurts me too You said you was hurting, almost lost your mind, And the man you love, he hurts you all the time. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. You love him more when you should love him less. I pick up behind him and take his mess. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. He love another woman and I love you, But you love him and stick to him like glue. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. Now you better leave him; he better put you down. Oh, I won’t stand to see you pushed around. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too. ----------------------------------- THE ROLLING STONES - Wild horses Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can’t let you slide through my hands Wild horses couldn’t drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away I watched you suffer a dull aching pain Now you decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind Wild horses couldn’t drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie I have my freedom but I don’t have much time Faith has been broken, tears must be cried Let’s do some living after we die Wild horses couldn’t drag me away Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day Wild horses couldn’t drag me away Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day Salut!
  16. Nada más cierto que lo que Antamack ha dicho... Este verano fui a la zona D... Para cualquier duda que tengas, ya lo sabes! . Para empezar, puedes ir desde Barcino a Polonia con el billete de interrail, con un 50% de descuento hasta la llegada a tu zona, pero si tienes que estar sólo 12 días y dependiendo de lo que quieras ver... quizá no te resulte. Y lo del dinero... es una variable muy flexible, pero esencialmente puedes sobrevivir en Polonia con poco dinero. Si te sirve de guía, en mi interrail gastamos más en entradas a museos i lugares de visita que en comida y alojamientos... Hala, aquí me tienes (y a muchos más) para tus dudas. Salut!
  17. Hooooolaquetaaaaal! Viendo que de Lou Reed sólo hay un tema, pues os pongo otro... y aprovecho para ir incrementando la lista de los de Clapton con una de mis canciones favoritas. Es del Reptile, y espero que os guste. LOU REED - Sweet Jane Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack’s in his corset, jane is in her vest Me, honey, I’m in a rock ’n’ roll band Ridin’ in a stutz bearcat, jim Those were different times They studied rules of verse And those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet jane Sweet jane Sweet jane Jack, he is a banker Jane, she is a clerk Both of them save their money When they come home from work Sittin’ by the fire Radio does play, look classical music there, kids The march of the wooden soldiers You can hear jack say Sweet jane Sweet jane Sweet jane Some people like to go out dancing And other people like us, we gotta work And there’s even some evil mothers They’ll tell you that life is just made out of dirt And women never really faint All the villains always blink their eyes That children are the only ones who blush And life is just to die Anyone who ever had a heart And wouldn’t turn around and break it Anyone who ever played a part And wouldn’t turn around and hate it Sweet jane Sweet jane Sweet jane Sweet jane, sweet jane Sweet jane, oh honey, sweet jane Sweet jane, oh, sweet jane Sweet jane, sweet jane ----------------------------- ERIC CLAPTON - Believe in life When the world has seen the light At the beginning of the day, You will let me call your name, 'cause I love you more than light, And it will always be this way As long as I believe in life. When the morning comes too soon And I am still without your love, You will let me call your name, 'cause I love you more than light, And it will always be this way As long as I believe in life. Whatever happened to the girls I used to know? Whatever happened to the places that we'd go? When we were running in and out of time, But all the time we still believed in life. We were running in and out of time, But still believed in life. And when the day is almost done And there is nothing left to say, You will let me call your name, 'cause I love you more than light, And it will always be this way As long as I believe in life. Running in and out of time, But still believed in life. And when the day is almost done And there is nothing left to say, You will let me call your name, 'cause I love you more than light, And it will always be this way As long as I believe, As long as you believe, As long as I believe that you believe, then I'll believe, I'll believe in life. As long as I believe that you believe, then I'll believe, I'll believe in life. Believe in life. I believe in life. I believe in life. Salut!
  18. Buenas! Yo tengo una Olympus mju (¿se pueden decir marcas y tal?) de 4 megapíxeles, con zoom óptico y digital, además de bastantes prestaciones (o almenos eso me parece) La verdad es que estoy encantadísima con ella, porque las fotos que me permite sacar están muy bien, y sólo se queda un poco corta cuando abusas del zoom digital y hay poca luz, pero por lo demás, no me puedo quejar para nada. Además, este agosto cayó rodando unos 20 metros pendiente del Aneto abajo y lo único que le pasó fue que le saltó la batería!!! Aparte de algunos pocos rasguños y abolladuras, pero es que no se rompió ni la óptica, ni la pantalla, ni nada!!!! Ahora esa cámara ya lo sobrevive todo... Espero haberte servido de ayuda... De todos modos, ten en cuenta que yo en fotografía... poca cosa sé Salut!
  19. Ooooooooooooostras! Ya os dije en un post anterior que empezaba a tener dudas sobre si las canciones que ponía estaban repetidas o no... De todos modos hemos aguantado mucho tiempo sin repetirnos, y creo que no puedo hacer nada más que aplaudir y admirar a I don't, que es una limaaaaaaaaaa! No dejas escapar ni una!!! Para celebrar tan grande logro, un tema del Wandering Spirit de Mick Jagger y un tema de Kenny Wayne. Espero que os gusten... MICK JAGGER - Don't tear me up Life is rich, but it's way too short You make a lot of money, but you just want more I don't need the pain right here in my heart But I hate every minute when we're so far apart It was love in a minute, it was love in a flash It brings me no pleasure, just a stab in the back It brings me no comfort, it brings me no peace A weight on my shoulder, it's a fatal disease So don't tear me up I don't ever wanna see your picture again And don't poison my blood I don't ever wanna see your face here no more Gonna finish it quick, gonna finish it clean Don't wanna be bitter. I don't wanna be mean I feel like we're driving down a dead-end street I've come so far I wanna crash the car I wanna land right on my feet I said don't tear me up I don't ever wanna see your picture again I said don't tear me up I don't ever wanna see your face here no more But I dream of you constantly, you'll be my angel of light And in the dark rooms of sleeplessness You'll be my lover each night Life is a bitch, it's way too short Unlike a politician it just can't be bought Think about the tenderness, and think about the craziness And if you ever wanna hate me come and Stick a knife right in my chest I said don't tear me up I don't ever wanna see your picture again I said don't tear me up I don't ever wanna see your face here no more I said don't tear me up I said don't tear me up I said don't poison my blood I don't ever wanna see your picture again ------------------- KENNY WAYNE SHEPERD BAND - Last goodbye Long before your rusted chains Busted walls and barbed wire cage Tried to hold me down Time was just a fist of change Tossed in the water just incase You ever came around I could lose myself I could curse like hell But I’ve lost the will to even try If you ever doubt listen to the sound No lies No, no, no This is my last goodbye Pardon me if I appear To see beyond the now and here To try and save myself I’m not the kind of them to blame But I can take more of the same Livin’ on your shelf I could lose myself I could curse like hell But I’ve lost the will to even try If you ever doubt listen to the sound No lies No, no, no This is my last goodbye Door closes Another one opens I feel the cold wind blowing Over me Long gone But not forgotten I might be lost I might be finally free I’m finally free Long before your rusted chains Busted walls and barbed wire cage Tried to hold me down Time was just a fist of change Tossed in the water just incase You ever came around I could lose myself I could curse like hell But I’ve lose the will to even try If you ever doubt Listen to the sound No lies No, no, no This is my last goodbye This is my last goodbye Yes, it is Yes, it is Salut!
  20. Hola hola hoooola... Lo estaba viendo en un reportaje por la tele, y pensé por qué no poner las letras de dos mitos de la música? A ver si os gustan... OTTIS REDING - The dock of the bay Sittin' in the mornin sun I'll be sittin when the evenin' come Watchin the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again Yea I'm sittin on the dock of the bay watchin the time roll away Ooh I'm just sittin on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco Bay Cause I had nothin to live for And look Like nothin's gonna come my way So I'm just goin to sit on the dock of the bay Watchin the time roll away Ooh I'm sittin on the dock the dock of the bay wastin time Look pop nothin's goin to change everything still remains the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remain the same Yes Sittin' here restin my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone Yes 2000 miles I roam Just to make this dock my home Now I'm jus' gon' sit at the dock of a bay watchin the time roll away Ooh Sittin On the dock of the bay wastin' time --------------------- ERIC CLAPTON - River of tears It's three miles to the river That would carry me away, And two miles to the dusty street That I saw you on today. It's four miles to my lonely room Where I will hide my face, And about half a mile to the downtown bar That I ran from in disgrace. Lord, how long have I got to keep on running, Seven hours, seven days or seven years? All I know is, since you've been gone I feel like I'm drowning in a river, Drowning in a river of tears. Drowning in a river. Feel like I'm drowning, Drowning in a river. In three more days, I'll leave this town And disappear without a trace. A year from now, maybe settle down Where no one knows my face. I wish that I could hold you One more time to ease the pain, But my time's run out and I got to go, Got to run away again. Still I catch myself thinking, One day I'll find my way back here. You'll save me from drowning, Drowning in a river, Drowning in a river of tears. Drowning in a river. Feels like I'm drowning, Drowning in the river. Lord, how long must this go on? Drowning in a river, Drowning in a river of tears. Salut!
  21. Hola! Como he visto que el post de la agenda de conciertos ha quedado un poco abandonado, aprovecho y os dejo la noticia aquí, para quien le interese: el 7 de abril, MARK KNOPFLER en el Palau Sant Jordi. Parece que es el único concierto en España... y yo estaré allí para verlo Después de esto, y corroborando el buen gusto del personal en canciones, amplio el repertorio de Bob Dylan... No sé si os está ocurriendo, pero estoy empezando a tener recuerdos vagos sobre las canciones que están puestas y las que no... La canción será un poco larga, pero me gusta mucho... BOB DYLAN - Changing of the guards Sixteen years, Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves. Desperate men, desperate women divided, Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves. Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, On midsummer's eve, near the tower. The cold-blooded moon. The captain waits above the celebration Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid Whose ebony face is beyond communication. The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. They shaved her head. She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. I stumbled to my feet. I rode past destruction in the ditches With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo. Renegade priests and treacherous young witches Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. The palace of mirrors Where dog soldiers are reflected, The endless road and the wailing of chimes, The empty rooms where her memory is protected, Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times. She wakes him up Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks. She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. Gentlemen, he said, I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating Between the King and the Queen of Swords. Salut!
  22. Uaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Paint it black, cómo me gusta! Muy buena elección, sí señor... Mmmmm, y give me one reason... deliciosa con Clapton diciendo "Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine" No sé si ya la puse, pero ésta de los Stones también me encanta, y bueno, és más que una canción, je je B) THE ROLLING STONES - Memory Motel Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl Her eyes were hazel And her nose were slightly curved We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well It took a starry to steal my breath away Down on the water front Her hair all drenched in spray Hannah baby was a honey of a girl Her eyes were hazel And her teeth were slightly curved She took my guitar and she began to play She sang a song to me Stuck right in my brain You're just a memory of a love That used to be You're just a memory of a love That used to mean so much to me She got a mind of her own And she use it well Well she's one of a kind She's got a mind She got a mind of her own And she use it mighty fine She drove a pick-up truck Painted green and blue The tires were wearing thin She turned a mile or two When I asked her where she headed for "Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar" I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge My nerves are shot already The road ain't all that smooth Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones You're just a memory of a love That used to mean so much to me You're just a memory girl You're just a sweet memory And it used to mean so much to me Sha la la la la She got a mind of her own And she use it well Mighty fine, she's one of a kind On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze We've been ten thousand miles Been in fifteen states Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor It's just some friends of mine And they're busting down the door Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel Salut!
  23. Buenas! No creía que modificando mi post se hubiera levantado tanta polvareda... No era mi intención, pero el hecho fue que como me supo mal que los comentarios fueran de coña sarcástica (ahora, que tampoco espero grandes filosofadas ), opté por cortarlo así a lo bruto, creyendo que alguien pasaría de todo y pondría otro post detrás que lo "redireccionara" todo un poco. Nada, que no tenemos que ponernos piedras en el hígado por eso, pero lo que parece claro es que lo que se dice en medios como éste puede ser interpretado de mil maneras... Hala, a cuidarse!
  24. Parece que esto vuelve a tener vidilla!! Y aquí todo el mundo con realmente muy buen gusto... Jaimsg, The End, cómo podía faltar! Hoy os pongo uno de los mayores éxitos de Tracy Chapman, a ver qué tal... TRACY CHAPMAN - Fast Car you got a fast car and I want a ticket to anywhere maybe we make a deal maybe together we can get somewhere any place is better starting from zero got nothing to loose maybe we'll make something but me myself I got nothing to prove you got a fast car and I got a plan to get us outta here I been working at the convenience store managed to save a little bit of money we wont have to drive too far just 'cross the border and into the city you and I can both get jobs and finally see what it means to be living you see my old man's got a problem he lives with the bottle that's the way it is he says his body's to old for working his body's young to look like his my mama went off and left him she wanted more to life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him so I quit school and that's what I did you got a fast car but is it fast enough so we can fly away we gotta make a decision we leave tonight or live and die this way I remember we were driving driving in your car the speed so fast I felt like I was drunk city lights lay out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder and I had a feeling that I belonged and I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone you got a fast car and we go cruising to entertain ourselves you still ain't got a job and I work in a market as a check out girl I know things will get better you'll find work and I'll get promoted we'll move out of the shelter buy a big house and live in the suburbs you got a fast car and I got a job that pays all our bills you stay out drinking late at the bar see more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere so take your fast car and keep on driving you got a fast car but is it fast enough so you could fly away you gotta make a decision you leave tonight or live and die this way Salut!
  25. Ostras I don't... muchas gracias por todo Ahora almenos ya veo que valió la pena! "La utopía es como el horizonte: está allí, a lo lejos. Camino un paso y ella se aleja un paso. Camino dos pasos y ella se aleja dos pasos. Camino diez pasos y ella se aleja diez pasos. ... Se aleja... ¿Para qué sirve la utopía? Sirve para eso... Para caminar" Espero que ésta también os guste... Supongo que la valentía es ser capaz de levantarte tantas veces como sea necesario después de caer... Salut!
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