Algo parecido a la felicidad
Corrió por mis venas.
Todo era tan aburrido.
Esta canción se canta
con cuatro cervezas bien frias.
porque una canción, ante todo,
debe traer una buena sonrisa.
Canción para hombres gordos y muejeres solas
Y dan ganas de cantarla muy bajito,
porque es muy clara y es tuya,
y tu no estas sola pero te gustan mucho las cervezas.
Se canta en las noches frias
rodeada de cigarros
en vacaciones.
Realmente no es tan buena, como todo lo bueno.
No dice nada que nadie te haya cantado antes
es una cancion como cualquier otra
y es morada
y fria
.
.
y..
.
.
¿Y?
.
.
La canción solo es de 17 segundos.
17 seconds of compassion
17 seconds of peace
17 seconds to remember love is the energy behind which all is created
17 seconds to remember all that is good
17 seconds to forget all your hurt and pain
17 seconds of faith
17 seconds to trust you again
17 seconds of radiance
17 seconds to send a prayer up
17 seconds is all you really need
domingo, 31 de mayo de 2009
lunes, 11 de mayo de 2009
Pajaritos
I loved you in the morning, before the sun would come
You were the dawn to me
I loved you in the evening, while the birds were still singing
You gave every song to me
I want to see you
More than anything
Babe I miss you
All day and everyday
It's not that I can't go on without you
Got a lot of things to do
I'm busy, busy all the time
Still I can't stop thinking about you
lunes, 4 de mayo de 2009
sábado, 2 de mayo de 2009
La última lagartija
"The lizard wakes up and finds he's the last lizard alive.
His family and friends are all gone.
Those he didn't like,
those who picked on him in school, are also gone.
The lizard is all alone.
He misses his family and friends.
Even his enemies.
It's better being with your enemies than being alone.
That's what he thought.
Staring at the sunset, he thinks.
"What is the point in living...
If I don't have anyone to talk to?"
But even that thought doesn't mean anything...
when you're the last lizard."
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