Sonatina

La princesa esta triste. Que tendra la princesa?
Los suspiros se escapan de su boca de fresa,
que ha perdido la risa, que ha perdido el color.
La princesa esta palida en su silla de oro,
esta mudo el teclado de su clave sonoro;
y en un vaso, olvidada, se desmaya una flor.

El jardin puebla el triunfo de los pavos reales.
Parlanchina, la duena dice cosas banales,
y, vestido de rojo, piruetea el bufon.
La princesa no rie, la princesa no siente.
La princesa persigue por el cielo de Oriente
la libélula vaga de una vaga ilusión.

Piensa acaso en el principe de Golconda o de China,
o en el que detenido su carroza argentina
para ver de sus ojos la dulzura de luz?
O en el rey de las Islas de las Rosas fragantes,
o en el que es soberano de los claros diamantes,
o en el dueno orgulloso de las perlas de Ormuz?

Ay! La pobre princesa de la boca de rosa
quiere ser golondrina, quiere ser mariposa,
tener alas ligeras, bajo en cielo volar,
ir al sol por la escala luminosa de un rayo,
saludar a los lirios con los versos de mayo,
o perderse en el viento sobre el trueno del mar


Rubén Dario

Das neves got owned bad

todos conocen a Das Neves, no?, es el gobernador de Chubut, se hacía pasar por abogado, hace no tanto tuvo aclaró que solo hizo el 80% de la carrera, porque ya se había filtrado el dato de que no se había recibido. Hoy en día es una de las personas que se perfila para ser candidato a la presidencia de la nación en 2011...
So... hoy en la radio escuché un dato curioso sobre el Señor Das Neves, aparentemente, un articulo publicado en la sección Opinión del diario La nación, firmado por el señor Das Neves, es una copia casi exacta de uno publicado anteriormente en un blog...; ante las acusaciones, Das Neves respondió que fue culpa de uno de sus asesores, quien, aparentemente, le dio el articulo hecho. Ahora..., el mogólico este le hecha la culpa al asesor y el queda peor!, no solo dice que su asesor se copio, está diciendo que publicó el articulo de su asesor con su nombre!!!, dice que no hace su trabajo y ni siquiera se toma el mínimo trabajo de checkear lo que escribió su asesor. Y ESTE FLACO QUIERE SER PRESIDENTE!... GOD!... odio a nuestros dirigentes...

BORED

Estaba muy aburrido el sabado a la noche asi que me grabé mientras tocaba sobre la pista :P, aunque no se escuche NADA mi guitarra, i am playing it, belive me, please do :P jajaja

The Magic Numbers ♥

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Life strip

Today was like living a cartoon, i spent last night studying macroeconomics because i had a little test this morning..., i ended up sleeping at like... 4.40? and i needed to be up at at least 7.50 to make it in time to the uni... i got up too see it was 8.40... so i started cursing at open air and then got back to sleep till it was time to go for the next class...

Meat and Potatoes XD

this song is hilarious XD:




Lyrics:

My baby came to me lately
'Honey, please don't take this bad, but maybe
When you laid me
Could we try to spice it up?'

I looked across the table
First to see if she was joking
No joke
There was no flicker
Just a girl who wanted more

Than meat and potatoes
She may stop at whips and chains
She needs carousal
More arousal
A bit of pain

So we started by using handcuffs
We tried a can of cold whipped cream
I was allergic to so much dairy
She had to finish it all by herself

Then I slapped her
She wasn't expecting
So she hit me back
She friggin' cracked me
I got a nose bleed
She was angry
She wanted more

Than mean and potatoes
She may stop at pumps and drains!
She needs carousal
More arousal
A bit of pain

Invite the neighbours
Or total strangers
Give yourself a leg up, honey
Wear 'The Queen' mask
Put on the French basque
It's full of handy holes
If we're going to use them all
We're going to need more than

Meat and potatoes!
She may draw the line at dolls and freaks
She needs some abusing
Some amusement
To get through the week

'I know you respect me
You won't reject me
And the arrow of our love is straight and true'

i hate this

Prologue:
While reading please listen to the song i posted :P, it's the first of satie's trois morceaux en forme de poire :) i used to play it on piano a long long time ago

i hate this:

If there's something that i really, but i mean, REALLY hate..., is getting existencialistic, thinking one day i won't be here and i wont be able to feel, hear, sing, touch, love and be loved... it scares the shit out of me...
Is there a god? hope there is one, i can't be sure of any of that, i envy those who's faith is so strong that they don't care about death at all, at least not about their's... i just know i'm here and someday i won't be here in the same manner i am...
So... whenever i begin thinking this sort of think i become breathless and i can't be still, if i was a smoker i'd sure light a cigarrette (yeah, even when breathless, they use it to stress out, don't they? :P). I just feel like Sisyphus going up that hill again, knowing no hope awaits on the other side of the mountain and knowing the rock will still fall...
I can't really shake that feeling of desperation, the only things that sort of calm me down is watching tv, listening to music or talking with anyone about anything...

Enough whining for today...