Talante
Un hombre
alegre
es uno más
en el coro
de hombre
alegres
un hombre
triste
no se parece
a ningún otro
hombre
triste
Y esto es lo que haré:
Seguir respirando, porque mañana sale el sol y no sabe lo que nos traerá la marea.
- El naúfrago.
Y ai' les dejo una rola y la promesa de un ensayo sobre la pornografía, un mínimo tratado de estéstica y dos nuevas tiras. Nomás dejen que me encuentre porque no recuerdo dónde me dejé.
Cualquier pista será recompensada.
SOMEONE ELSE?
Music by: Chris DeGarmo, Lyrics by: Geoff Tate
When I fell from grace
I never realized
how deep the flood was around me.
A man whose life was toil
was like a kettle left to boil,
and the water left scars on me.
I know now who I am.
If only for a while,
I recognize the changes.
I feel like I did before the
magic wore thin and the "baptism
of stains" began.
They used to say I was
nowhere, man,
heading down
was my destiny.
But yesterday, I swear,
that was someone else not me.
Here I stand at the crossroads edge,
afraid to reach out for eternity,
One step, when I look down,
I see someone else not me.
Looking back and I seesomeone else.
All my life they said Iwas going down,
but I'm still standing,stronger, proud.
And today I know there's
so much more I can be.
From where I stand at the crossroads edge,
there's a path leading out to sea.
And from somewheredeep in my mind,
sirens sing out loudsongs of doubt
as only they know how.
But one glance back reminds, and I see,
someone else not me.
I keep looking back
at someone else... me?
Maravillas gramaticales
Lo que más me gusta de tus pechos es que no dejas que nadie te los bese, mas que yo
Lo que más me gusta de tus pechos es que no dejas que nadie te los bese más que yo
Toda la diferencia que hace un acento
