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Hay cantidad
Hay calidad
Ay ay ay hay castidad
Levantas por aquí
Levantas por allá
Un paso alante y
Dos atrás
Y es que de hoy no
Va a pasar
Conseguiremos pinar
De hoy no pasa aquí
Va a ser
Esto no puede durar
No nos da la gana
De morirnos sin
Probar.
Uno dos y tres
Cuatro cinco seis
Siete ya es abusar
Jichas dónde hay
Jebas dónde hay
O pagando o sin pagar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUWTAxdtw5w

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Current Mood:
resuelto
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impervious /ɪmˈpɜːrviəs / || /ɪmˈpɜːviəs/ adjetivo
a. ‹rock/material› impermeable, no poroso
b. (unaffected) to be ~ TO sth ‹to criticism/doubt› ser(conj.⇒) impermeable or inmune a algo

impertérrito, ta.
(Del lat. imperterrĭtus).
1. adj. Dicho de una persona: A quien no se infunde fácilmente terror, o a quien nada intimida.

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I can’t understand,
She let go of my hand
An’ left me here facing the wall.
I’d sure like t’ know
Why she did go,
But I can’t get close t’ her at all.
Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime,
She said she would never forget.
But now mornin’s clear,
It’s like I ain’t here,
She just acts like we never have met.

It’s all new t’ me,
Like some mystery,
It could even be like a myth.
Yet it’s hard t’ think on,
That she’s the same one
That last night I was with.
From darkness, dreams’re deserted,
Am I still dreamin’ yet?
I wish she’d unlock
Her voice once an’ talk,
’stead of acting like we never have met.

If she ain’t feelin’ well,
Then why don’t she tell
’stead of turnin’ her back t’ my face?
Without any doubt,
She seems too far out
For me t’ return t’ her chase.
Though the night ran swirling an’ whirling,
I remember her whispering yet.
But evidently she don’t
An’ evidently she won’t,
She just acts like we never have met.

If I didn’t have t’ guess,
I’d gladly confess
T’ anything I might’ve tried.
If I was with ’er too long
Or have done something wrong,
I wish she’d tell me what it is, I’ll run an’ hide.
Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played,
Her mouth was watery and wet.
But now something has changed
For she ain’t the same,
She just acts like we never have met.

I’m leavin’ today,
I’ll be on my way
Of this I can’t say very much.
But if you want me to,
I can be just like you
An’ pretend that we never have touched.
An’ if anybody asks me, is it easy to forget?
I’ll say, it’s easily done,
You just pick anyone,
An’ pretend that you never have met!
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tronío.

1. m. coloq. Ostentación y rumbo.

Current Music:
Aerolíneas Federales "No sé ligar"
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En Europa, todo acaba en tragedia. Jamás hubo filosofía en Europa ( al menos después de los griegos, ya muy discutibles). La tragedia mundana de los franceses, el Edipo de los griegos, el culto ruso de la desgracia, lo trágico jactancioso de los italianos, la obsesión de lo trágico en los españoles, el hamletismo, etcétera, etcétera. Si Cristo no hubiera sido crucificado, no tendría cien discípulos en Europa. La gente se ha excitado con su Pasión. ¿Qué harían los españoles si no vieran las llagas de Cristo? Toda la literatura europea es de sufrimiento, no de buen sentido. Hay que llegar a los americanos: Walt Whitman y el autor de Walden para oír otro acento. Por eso el chino, que no hace poesía sentimental, que no se queja, apenas ejerce atracción sobre el europeo. *** El chino no mira la muerte como algo trágico. Un filósofo chino declara muy simplemente: "Un viejo que no sabe morir es un golfo". Así lo entienden. - Henri Michaux, "Un bárbaro en Asia"
Current Music:
Lou Reed "I´m so free"
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Last night
You told me that you love me
Last night
You told me you was true
Last night
You held me in your arms
Last night
I belonged to you?
Last night
We drank till morning light
Last night
we kissed and kissed all night
Last night
We held each other tight
Last night
when I made love to you

Never thought it would be like this
It all started with just a kiss
A strange sensation came over me
I lost control baby cant you see
That it all began with

Last night
You told me that u love me
Last night
You told me you was true
Last night
You held me in your arms
Last night
When I made love to you

24 hours on and its a different song
24 hours on I just don’t know what goin on
24 hours on who wil be the _______
24 hours on since I made love to you

Last Night
Last Night
Last Night
Last Night

Never thought it would be like this
It all started with just a kiss
A strange sensation came over me
I lost control baby cant you see
That it all began with

Last night
You told me that u love me
Last night
You told me it was true
Last night
You held me in your arms
Last night
When I made love to you
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Funny how the circle turns around
First your up and then your down again
Though the circle takes what it may give
Each time around it makes you live again

Funny how the circle is a wheel
And it can steal someone who is a friend
Funny how the circle takes your flight
And if it's it right it brings you back again

Funny how the circle turns around
You think your lost and then you're found again
Though you always look for what you know
Each time around it's something new again

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Current Mood:
jealous jealous
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Some people beleive that when they reach their target weight their lives will change fundamentally. They think they will feel so good about themselves that their careers will thrive, their love lives will blossom, and they´ll be happy forever.
And there´s the trap!
If you´re happy, you´ll stop worrying. And without worrying, how will you stay thin?
The solution, of course, is to keep worrying, no matter how good things threaten to become. THERE´S ALWAYS SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT; YOU JUST NEED TO FIND IT. There will always be poverty, starvation, enslavement, exploitation, strife, brutality, oppresion, bad hair days, obnoxious relatives, and the risk that your worst personal secrets will (somehow) be revealed -to your family, to your employer, and to law enforcement personnel.
These are all subjects worthy of our deepest, most sincere worry. And for that we can only be thankfull.

- Ellis Weiner, "The joy of worry"
Current Mood:
worried worried :)
Current Music:
Ted Hawkins "I gave up all I had"
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No soy el único que ha comparado el fin de una relación al triste derretirse de la nieve:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MhHXAIGhQQ

Y encima los acordes iniciales recuerdan a a aquel album fatídico y perfecto del señor Neil Young.

http://www.museothyssen.org/thyssen/zoom_obra/594

Current Mood:
posnavideño
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Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?

(Chorus):
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
and surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
(Chorus)

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
(Chorus)

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
(Chorus)

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.
(Chorus)
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