Refrán rioplatense

La culpa no es del chancho, sino del que por el lomo le pasa la mano.

Behind blue eyes

De The Who, por supuesto.

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

El día en que murió

El día en que murió, un vagabundo dormía arropado por un edredón andrajoso sobre el duro granito de un banco.

Había gorriones dándose alegres baños de arena, y los niños jugaban en el parque.

Parejas de ancianos paseaban agarrados del brazo y silenciosos lectores aquí y allá, separados unos de otros, inmersos cada cual en su mundo, se repartían por el paseo ajardinado como estatuas vivientes, como gigantes mitológicos devoradores de fábulas.

Él también leía, silencioso, un libro sobre el silencio, cerca del vagabundo que hacía del mundo su cama.

Hubo de ver transcurrir sus últimas horas, la última media hora, los últimos minutos de su diminuta y estéril existencia, escurriéndose en las atrocidades que narraba aquel libro sobre el silencio. Luego hubo de levantarse para afrontar su destino.Cerrar el libro y ver cara a cara a la muerte, cercanísima, pero tan ajena. Allí estaba.Y él miró a la muerte, y la muerte no lo miró a él.Simplemente lo mató prácticamente sin reparar en su presencia, y continuó su camino.

Él siguió de pie. Incluso siguió sonriendo, siguió hablando.Pero estaba tocado de muerte.Con este pensamiento regresó más tarde a casa.

Conocedor de un espantoso e incomunicable dolor, se preparó para no volver a despertar.

Dangerous Power

Dangerous Power (by Gabriel and Dresden)

You lost the soul
You're out of control
You demons aren't with you
No sense to your vice
In plastic you hide
I tried and I failed to teach you

Like a flower
I want to be the sun that you grow to
How I long to change you

Open your mind
The loss you don't find
The strength as I am to reach you
Destruction finds
The weak and the blind
Oh it tears you open it eats you

Like a flower
I want to be the sun that you grow to
Dangerous power between you and me
How I long to change you

Failure comes as passion goes
Too much time has slipped away
All I see anymore is history

Like a flower
I want to be the sun that you grow to
Like a flower
I want to be the one that you grow to

Like a flower
I want to be the sun that we grow to
Dangerous power between you and me
How I long, how I long to change you

I said I wanna be Like a flower
Oh I want to be the one that you grow to
The one, the one that you grow to
Dangerous power between you and me
How I long, how I long to change you

I wanna be...

Autosuggestion

Autosuggestion (lyrics by Joy Division)

Here, here,
Everything is by design,
Everything is by design
Here, here,
Everything is kept inside.
So take a chance and step outside,
Your hopes, your dreams, your paradise.
Heroes, idols, cracked like ice.
Here, here,
Everything is kept inside.
So take a chance and step outside.
Pure frustration face to face.
A point of view creates more waves,
So take a chance and step outside.
Take a chance and step outside.
Lose some sleep and say you tried.
Meet frustration face to face.
A point of view creates more waves.
So lose some sleep and say you tried.
So lose some sleep and say you tried...