Ojo por ojo y todo el mundo acabará ciego ☮
jueves, 13 de enero de 2011
martes, 11 de enero de 2011
Day after day, alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer .....
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice .....
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around ♫
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer .....
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice .....
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around ♫
lunes, 10 de enero de 2011
Yo no quiero un amor civilizado,
con recibos y escena del sofá;
yo no quiero que viajes al pasado
y vuelvas del mercado
con ganas de llorar.
Yo no quiero vecínas con pucheros;
yo no quiero sembrar ni compartir;
yo no quiero catorce de febrero
ni cumpleaños feliz.
Yo no quiero cargar con tus maletas;
yo no quiero cortarme la coleta que elijas mi champú;
yo no quiero mudarme de planeta,
brindar a tu salud.
Yo no quiero domingos por la tarde;
yo no quiero columpio en el jardin;
lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde,
es que mueras por mí.
Y morirme contigo si te matas
y matarme contigo si te mueres
porque el amor cuando no muere mata
porque amores que matan nunca mueren.
Yo no quiero juntar para mañana,
no me pidas llegar a fin de mes;
yo no quiero comerme una manzana
dos veces por semana
sin ganas de comer.
Yo no quiero calor de invernadero;
yo no quiero besar tu cicatriz;
yo no quiero París con aguacero
ni Venecia sin tí.
No me esperes a las doce en el juzgado;
no me digas "volvamos a empezar";
yo no quiero ni libre ni ocupado,
ni carne ni pecado,
ni orgullo ni piedad.
Yo no quiero saber por qué lo hiciste;
yo no quiero contigo ni sin ti;
lo que yo quiero, muchacha de ojos tristes,
es que mueras por mí.
Y morirme contigo si te matas
y matarme contigo si te mueres
porque el amor cuando no muere mata
porque amores que matan nunca mueren ♪
Joaquin Sabina.
domingo, 9 de enero de 2011
viernes, 7 de enero de 2011
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