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amor chiflado, no vengas mas…

Posted in Senza categoria on 30 gennaio 2013 by catcher in the rye
como rio cruel
amenazo inundacion
seremos fango
es tan ridiculo, es tan ridiculo
piensa, capital del error
si pegas bajo
cubrete rapido, cubrete rapido
y no mas sabotajes
si me quieres bien, si no me voy
no mas sabotajes
si ni bien ni mal
dejame dormir y largarme
que quien te quiere a medias, cambie
que quien te quiere a medias, cambie
no sè como fue
ni porque nos arrastrò
arriesgamos tanto
fuimos imbeciles fuimos imbeciles
piensa, capital del error
si quieres, salgo
amalo y tragalo
amalo, tragalo y no mas sabotajes
si me quieres bien
si no me voy
no mas sabotajes
si ni bien ni mal
dejame dormir y largarme.
que quien te quiere a medias, cambie
da igual
no cambies, no, da igual
(intentalo, no cambiaras, nunca, no podras,
yo sé que tu nunca reconoceras nada de nada)
tu me quieres a medias, yo no sé medio-amar
y ahora dime que ame a la otra mitad…
 
 
 
ven conmigo soy gigante
tu estas hecha como un guante
a la medida de una joia como yo
 
 
llego tarde a todas partes
para colmo me da igual
yo era un tipo organizado
que me esta pasando?
que me pasa? que va mal
pienso menos, mido mas
que me pasa? no serà..
yo pensaba que jamas
voy despacio voy contigo
sonriente y bien jodido
voy despacio voy contigo
sonriente y bien jodido
si el amor es un trastorno
uno mas que mas me da
llego tarde a todas partes
pero voy silbando…
que me pasa? que va mal
pienso menos, mido mas
que me pasa? no serà…
yo pensaba que jamas
voy despacio voy contigo
sonriente y bien jodido
voy despacio voy contigo
sonriente y bien jodido
 
el amor saludable
hay que practicar
ya sabemos bastante
un amor tan sencillo
que pueda sortear
estos desastres
no pido mas (ni menos)
no lo pido perfecto
pero si a perfeccionar
ojala fuera eterno
lo primero es que temple
la voracidad que hizo pedazos
a los demas
y confirmar que el pasado
nos puede ayudar
amor chiflado, no vengas mas…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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‘cause she once was a true love of mine…

Posted in Senza categoria on 25 gennaio 2013 by catcher in the rye

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That’s the way I remember her best.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day

So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

the kills – last goodbye

Posted in Senza categoria on 24 gennaio 2013 by catcher in the rye

It’s the last goodbye I swear
I can’t rely on a dime a day love that don’t go anywhere
I learn to cry for someone else
I can’t get by on an odds and ends love that don’t ever match up
I heard all you said and I took it to heart

I won’t forget I swear
I have no regrets for the past is behind me
Tomorrow reminds me just where

Can’t quite see the end
How can I rely on my heart if I break it with my own two hands?
I heard all you said and I love you to death
I heard all you said don’t say anything

It’s the last goodbye I swear
I can’t survive on a half-hearted love that will never be whole

Posted in Senza categoria on 24 gennaio 2013 by catcher in the rye

Avete tentato e avete fallito. Non importa. Tentate ancora. Fallite ancora. Fallite meglio”

[Samuel Beckett]

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parole…

Posted in Senza categoria on 24 gennaio 2013 by catcher in the rye

Lui conobbe lei e se stesso,
perché in verità non s’era mai saputo.
E lei conobbe lui e se stessa,
perché pur essendosi saputa sempre,
mai s’era potuta riconoscere così.

 

I futuri non realizzati sono solo rami del passato: rami secchi.

 

«Ogni paese, – pensò, – anche quello che pare più ostile e disumano, ha due volti; a un certo punto finisci per scoprire quello buono, che c’era sempre stato, solo che tu non lo vedevi e non sapevi sperare.» (da Paese infido: p. 98)

 

Il posto ideale per vivere è quello dove è più naturale vivere come stranieri.

 

— Italo Calvino

 

You probably didn’t think I did, but I heard…

Posted in Senza categoria on 23 gennaio 2013 by catcher in the rye

(B. Dylan)

Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she occurred
That love is just a four-letter word

Outside a rattling store-front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut
To you I had no words to say
My experience was limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn’t think I did, but I heard
You say that love is just a four-letter word

I said goodbye unnoticed
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes
Unmentionable by name
Searching for my double, looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more
Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word

Though I never knew just what you meant
When you were speaking to your man
I can only think in terms of me
And now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The Holy Kiss that’s supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be
Assured that love is just a four-letter word

Strange it is to be beside you
Many years and tables turned
You’d probably not believe me
If I told you all I’ve learned
And it is very, very weird indeed
To hear words like forever plead
Those ships run through my mind, I cannot cheat
It’s like looking in the teacher’s face complete
I can say nothing to you but repeat what I heard
That love is just a four-letter word

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Datos para amargarte la vida

Posted in Senza categoria on 21 gennaio 2013 by catcher in the rye

1 Nunca preguntes a nadie cómo se encuentra, podrían pedirte consejo, o peor aún ¡dinero!

2 ¿Luchar por una causa? ¿Para qué? Nadie lo ha hecho antes por ti.

3 Fíjate una meta, y cuando la logres, no la disfrutes, márcate un nuevo objetivo, a ser posible más difícil.

4 ¿Hay algo malo en tu vida? Piensa en ello a todas horas. ¿Para qué vas a pensar en lo bueno? ¡No necesita ser cambiado!

5 ¿Se ha perdido o se ha roto algo? antes de arreglarlo busca al culpable.

6 No te interesa nada si alguien te hace una crítica, seguro que lo dice porque te odia y ya está.

7 Estás en desacuerdo con alguien, mejor retirarle la palabra para evitar discusiones.

8 Un amigo te pide un favor: mejor negarse, das el pie y te toman la mano.

9 Tienes un mal día y todos a tu alrededor ríen encantados, ¿es que no se dan cuenta que me molestan?

10 ¿Todo marcha bien? entonces teme al futuro, todo lo que sube debe bajar.

11 Dos compañeros que estaban hablando se callan cuando te acercas, seguro que te estaban criticando.

12 Una de tus máximas en la vida es: ojo por ojo y diente por diente.