lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009




Honey you Should know that I could never Go on without You.

domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009


You don't realize how much i need you, love you all the time and never leave you. Please come on back to me, i'm lonely as can be. I need you. Said you had a thing or two to tell me, how was i to know you would upset me? I didn't realize as i looked in your eyes. You told me you don't want my lovin' anymore, that's when it hurt me and feeling like this i just can't go on anymore. Please remember how i feel about you, i could never really live without you. So, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you, I need you.

I NEED YOU.

martes, 25 de agosto de 2009


yo nose lo que me pasa cuando estoy con vos; me hipnotiza tu sonrisa, me desarma tu mirada y de mi no queda nada, me derrito como un hielo al sol. cuando vamos a algun lado nunca elijo yo, porque lo unico que quiero es ir contigo. vivo dando vueltas a tu alrededor como un perro abandonado que en la calle te siguio - pero yo no soy tu prisionero y no tengo alma de robot, es que hay algo en tu carita que me gusta, que me gusta y se llevo mi corazon.
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domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009


FIND THE END OF THE
R A I N B O W .

martes, 18 de agosto de 2009

Feels so good to be bad -
Not worth the aftermath, after that after that
Try to get you Back -
I still don’t have the reason, and you don’t have the time
and it really makes me wonder if I ever gave a fuck about you
Give me something to believe in
cause I don’t believe in you anymore, anymore .
I wonder if it even makes a difference to try
So this is goodbye .
I want to dive into you Forget what you're going through
I get behind, make your move
Forget about the truth
I still don’t have the reason, and you don’t have the time
and it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a fuck about you,
Give me something to believe in,
cause I don’t believe in you anymore, anymore .
And you talk about how you're feeling,
but I don’t believe it's true anymore, anymore -
I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry
So this is goodbye .
I've been here before one day a week and it won't hurt anymore
You caught me in a lie I have no alibi .
The words you say don't have a meaning ,
cause I still don’t have the reason and you don't have the time .
And it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a fuck about you
So this is goodbye-
Give me something to believe in,
cause I don’t believe in you anymore, anymore.
I wonder if it even makes a difference to try,
And you talk about how you're feeling
but I don’t believe it’s true anymore, anymore .
I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry -
So This Is Goodbye .

martes, 11 de agosto de 2009



What's wrong with the world, mama?
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas.
I think the whole world addicted to the drama, only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma. We try to stop terrorism but we still got terrorists here livin', in the USA, the big CIA, The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK. But if you only have love for your own race then you only leave space to discriminate, and to discriminate only generates hate, and when you hate then you're bound to get irate, madness is what you demonstrate and that's exactly how anger works and operates.
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight; take control of your mind and meditate, let your soul gravitate to the love. People killin', people dyin', children hurt and you hear them cryin' . Can you practice what you preach? and would you turn the other cheek. Father, Father, Father help us, send some guidance from above, 'cause people got me, got me questionin' where is the love? where is the love? the love.
It just ain't the same, always unchanged, new days are strange, is the world insane.
If love and peace is so strong, why are there pieces of love that don't belong? Nations droppin' bombs, chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones with ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young-So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone; So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong in this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'in, makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends,not respectin' each other, deny thy brother, a war is goin' on but the reason's undercover. The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug, if you never know truth then you never know love.
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
People killin', people dyin'children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach? and would you turn the other cheek.Father, Father, Father help us, send some guidance from above, 'cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love? I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder, as I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder most of us only care about money makin',selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction- wrong information always shown by the media, negative images is the main criteria,infecting the young minds faster than bacteria: kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema. whatever happened to the values of humanity, whatever happened to the fairness in equality. Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity- Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found,
Now ask yourself : Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
One world, one world- that's all we got.

lunes, 10 de agosto de 2009


I could stay awake just to hear you breathing; watch you smile while you are sleeping, far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender; I could stay lost in this moment forever -Well, every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure. I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I'd miss you, babe and I don't wanna miss a thing, 'cause even when I dream of you the sweetest dream will never do - I'd still miss you, babe and I don't wanna miss a thing. Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating; and I'm wondering what you're dreaming, wondering if it's me you're seeing. Then I kiss your eyes and thank god we're together, and I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever, forever and ever. I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I'd miss you, babe and I don't wanna miss a thing, 'cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you, babe and I don't wanna miss a thing; I don't wanna miss one smile; I don't wanna miss one kiss. Well, I just wanna be with you right here with you, just like this. I just wanna hold you close, feel your heart so close to mine. And stay here in this moment for all the rest of time. Don't wanna close my eyes, don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I'd miss you, babe and I don't wanna miss a thing, 'cause even when I dream of you the sweetest dream will never do, 'cause I'd still miss you, babe and I don't wanna miss a thing. I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I'd miss you, babe and I don't wanna . miss a thing; 'cause even when I dream of you the sweetest dream will never do- I'd still miss you, babe and I don't wanna miss a thing. Don't wanna close my eyes, don't wanna fall asleep, yeah -
I don't wanna miss a thing .

sábado, 8 de agosto de 2009




you can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love.





yo quise el fin y había más, yo quise más no había fin. lo que yo quise encontrar estaba atrás y no aquí. desde las sombras no ví las sombras y no ví luz. no voy a llorar si nadie me acompaña, no voy a dejar ni un camino sin andar. aunque sea el fin del amor yo he visto el fin del disfraz, yo quiero el fin del dolor, pero no hay fin siempre hay más. no existe sombra, no existe culpa, no existe cruz. no voy a esperar las caras que yo extraño, no voy a esperar que el destino hable por mí. y en medio de las lluvias del invierno no hay tiempo ni lugar, yo sé que entenderás que amor para quien busca una respuesta es un poquito más que hacerte bien. yo tuve el fin y era más, yo tuve el más y era el fin - yo tuve el mundo a mis pies y no era nada sin tí. crucé la línea final por tu amor tan fuerte como el no-amor, tu amor parábola de un mundo mejor. tu amor me enseña a vivir, tu amor me enseña a sentir, tu amor. yo tuve el fin y era más; yo tuve más y era el fin - yo tuve el mundo a mis pies y no era nada sin tí.
seremos salvos por nuestro amor.

viernes, 7 de agosto de 2009

la extraña pareja


Eran conocidos en las calles del barrio,
conocidos en todos los bares y tabernas.
Él tan serio, tan alto, tan pálido y delgado,
ella morena y frágil, tan graciosa y pequeña.
Él rondaba, más o menos, los cincuenta,
y ella debía tener no más de veinticuatro.
Él daba clases, creo, en alguna academia,
y ella estudiaba, creo, un curso de italiano.
Bebían y se amaban, o eso parecía,
discutían a veces, a veces sonreían,

se besaban y odiaban, pero nadie es perfecto,
el amor es difícil y extraño en estos tiempos.

La noche debilita los corazones,
noches de funeral, de vino y rosas.
Brindemos por el amor y sus fracasos,
quizás podamos escoger nuestra derrota.
El sol limpia las calles, la memoria,
feroces pasiones atenúa.
Invéntate el final de cada historia,
que el amor es eterno mientras dura.

Él entró una noche en el bar de costumbre,
iba vestido todo de riguroso luto,
venía borracho y solo, traía el gesto serio,
y entre las manos una corona de difuntos.
Ella le había dejado, nos explicó sereno,
y había decidido considerarla muerta,
y brindar por su olvido y su descanso eterno,
y celebrar su entierro de taberna en taberna.
Así que allá nos fuimos, y para qué contaros:
vasos vinos y risas, alguna vomitona,
abrazos de amistad, eterna aquella noche.
Requiescat y brindemos por ella y su memoria.
La noche debilita los corazones,
noches de funeral, de vino y rosas.
Brindemos por el amor y sus fracasos,
quizás podamos escoger nuestra derrota.
El sol limpia las calles, la memoria,
feroces pasiones atenúa.
Invéntate el final de cada historia,
que el amor es eterno mientras dura.
Al salir de El Almendro ya iba muy borracho,
se desplomó en el asfalto y me incliné a su lado.
Supe que estaba muriéndose de golpe,
dijo algo en mi oído, se deshizo en mis brazos.
Se lo llevó la ambulancia con su corona y todo,
y yo me fui a cumplir con su encargo maldito.
Llegué hasta el bar que él me había indicado
y busqué a la muchacha entre el humo y el ruido.
Por fin la vi, bailaba muy despacio,
refugiada en el cálido pecho de un muchacho.
Le conté, me escuchó, se abrazó a su pareja.
Yo no sé si lloró, no se veía apenas.
La noche debilita los corazones,
noches de funeral, de vino y rosas.
Brindemos por el amor y sus fracasos,
quizás podamos escoger nuestra derrota.
El sol limpia las calles, la memoria,
feroces pasiones atenúa.
Invéntate el final de cada historia,
que el amor es eterno mientras dura.

An old man turned ninety-eight, he won the lottery and died the next day.
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay, It's a death row pardon two minutes too late - Isn't it ironic ... don't you think? - It's like rain on your wedding day, It's a free ride when you've already paid, It's the good advice that you just didn't take! And who would've thought ... it figures.
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly, he packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye, he waited his whole damn life to take that flight; and as the plane crashed down he thought 'Well isn't this nice...' And isn't it ironic ... don't you think? - Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay and everything's going right- And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face.
It's a traffic jam when you're already late. It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break. It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife.. And isn't it ironic... don't you think? a little too ironic... and yeah I really do think!
It's like rain on your wedding day, it's a free ride when you've already paid, it's the good advice that you just didn't take. And who would've thought ... it figures.

jueves, 6 de agosto de 2009


------ volvi de Europa.