quisiera ser…

Miércoles, 11 Febrero 2009 at 4:14 | In espíritus, lo personal es político | Leave a Comment

Quisiera ser otra vez una Maeve desvergonzada o una despreocupada Zazie dans le Métro (la novela de Raymond Queneau es de las más divertidas que me he leído…) similar a Pipi pero más kinky, sin duda (vive la France!)…

- Se trata de las mujeres, en mi caso y de los hombres, en el tuyo

- No se puede comparar

- No te equivocas…

[editado: Se me olvidó nombrar a La pequeña Claudine, claro...]

una canción al día

Miércoles, 11 Febrero 2009 at 6:48 | In música y salir, una al día | Leave a Comment

parece una buena dosis para animar el día

Here am I in chains of solace
The moment I could win
It’s so dumb that I’m intrigued by the thunder
And the lightening comes streaming in my home
But oh a summer of our own
And it’s been done
It’s been done
And oh I’m so proud of loving
Again

It’s been done

Wishing I was yours forever
Can we rely on love
I was lost, cut underneath by another
And the feeling that crept into our home
But oh the winter of our own
It’s been done
It’s been done
And oh I’m so proud of living
Again

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I’m touching
Never lies

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I’m touching
Will never lies

But oh the winter of our own
It’s been done
And oh it’s been done
And oh I’m so proud of living
Again

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I’m touching
Never lies

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I’m touching
Will never lie

Crossing your heart
And hope to die
The skin I’m touching
Will never lie

Crossing your heart (crossing)
And hope to die
The skin I’m touching (touching)
Will never lie

Crossing your heart (crossing)
And hope to die

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