Chica de la semana: Yo misma

Queda Prohibido
Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender,
levantarte un día sin saber qué hacer,
tener miedo a tus recuerdos...
Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas,
no luchar por lo que quieres,
abandonarlo todo por miedo,
no convertir en realidad tus sueños...
Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor,
hacer que alguien pague tus dudas y mal humor...
Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos,
no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos,
llamarles sólo cuando los necesitas...
Queda prohibido no ser tú ante la gente,
fingir ante las personas que no te importan,
hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden,
olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere...
Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo,
no creer en Dios y hacer tu destino,
tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos,
no vivir cada día como si fuera un último suspiro...
Queda prohibido extrañar a alguien sin alegrarte,
olvidar sus ojos, su risa, todo
porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse,
olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente...
Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas,
pensar que sus vidas valen más que la tuya,
no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha...
Queda prohibido no crear tu historia,
dejar de dar las gracias a Dios por tu vida,
no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita,
no comprender que lo que la vida te da,
también te lo quita...
Queda prohibido no buscar tu felicidad,
no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva,
no pensar en que podemos ser mejores,
no sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual...

Pablo Neruda

He estado ausente durante un tiempo, lo se. Se que no he estado cuando debía. Lo se. Pero hay ciertas cosas que me trastocaban y me bloqueaban. En cierta manera estaba estancada. Ni avanzaba, ni retrocedía. Estaba en un punto fijo sin poder descongelarme. Parece que ya comienzo a derretirme. Os sigo viendo por aqui. Por cierto, el poema es muy bueno, aunque no estoy de acuerdo con todas las frases. Me gusta tomar yo misma mis decisiones.
Besos. Buenas noches a todos.

Ocean Colour Scene

Ocean Colour Scene
The Day We Caught The Train
I never saw it as the start its more a change of heart
Rapping on the windows, whistling down the chimney pot
blowing off the dust in the room where I forgot I laid my plansin solid rock

Stepping through the door like a troubadour whiling just an houraway,
looking at the trees on the roadside feeling its a holiday.
You and I should ride the coast and wind up in our favouritecoats just miles away.

Roll a number write another song like Jimmy heard the day hecaught the train.
He sipped another rum and coke and told a dirty joke
Walking like Groucho sucking on a number 10
Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in
I'll miss the crush and I'm home again.
Stepping through the door with the night in store whiling just anhour away,
step into the sky in the starbright feeling its a brighter day.

You and I should ride the tracks and find ourselves just wadingthrough tomorrow
and you and I when we're coming down we're only getting back
and you know I feel no sorrow.
When you find that things are getting wild don't you need dayslike these

Iggy el pasajero

Iggy Pop

The Passenger

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight
Get into the car, we'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backside
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
Oh how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
Cause it belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride
And see what's mine
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride

Porque no puedo colgar las fotos que quiero?

Sueños por la mañana

Estos dias estoy teniendo unos sueños inquietantes y extraños. Todos son como pesadillas que me dejan inquieta aunque no son pesadillas propiamente dichas. Pequeños miedos. Anoche o mas bien esta mañana, soñe que me peleaba con mis amigos. Me he despertado pensando porque. Restless. Y con el trabajo, con un centro comercial y con un acantilado. He soñado muchas cosas hoy. A ver esta noche. Buenas noches. Besos a todos.

Durmiendo sobre el teclado otra vez

Tengo tanto sueño que creo que hoy si que me voy a quedar dormida sobre el teclado. Que lento que va esto hoy. No me deja colgar la foto que quiero. Pues repito. Creo que ire a dormir, no sea que me despierte por la mañana con las teclas en la cara. Os dejo con los ramones y spiderman. Buenas noches. Besos a todos.

Musica y comics de nuevo

Ramones

Spider-Man

1,2,3,4...
Spider-man, Spider-man, does whatever a spider can,
Spins a web any size catches thieves just like flies,
Look out... here comes the Spider-man
Is he strong? Listen up; he's got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread take a look over head.
Look out... here comes the Spider-man.
In the chill of the night at the scene of a crime,
Like a streak of light he arrives just in time.
Spider-man, Spider-man friendly neighborhood Spider-man,
Wealth and fame he's ignored, action is his reward.
Look out here comes the Spider-man.

Look out!

Let's go!

In the chill of night at the scene of a crime,
Like a streak of light he arrives just in time.
Spider-man, Spider-man, friendly neighborhood Spider-man,
Wealth and fame he's ignored action is his reward.
To him life is a great big bang up
When ever there's a hang up,
You’ll find the Spider-man!
Man.

Ramones, que grandes!

Sin comentarios por que si

Ya me estaba hartando. Hay unas personas que se dedican a ponerme comentarios que no me hacen ninguna gracia y ya me estaba cansando de tener que ir borrando cada dos por tres. Asi que, lo siento mucho, pero no voy a dejar que se cuelguen comentarios en esta pagina. Que conste que no va por ninguno de los enlaces. Sobretodo va por ciertos usuarios anonimos. Podeis enviarme lo que querais a la direccion de mail que pone al pie de pagina de todas formas. Lo siento. Buenas noches. Besos a todos.

The Clash y de noche

The Clash

Janie Jones

He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh
He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh
He's in love with Janie Jones
But he don't like his boring job, no...

An' he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady!
An' he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you

An' in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina
That just won't run without fuel
Fill her up, Jacko!

An' the invoice it don't quite fit,
There's no payola in his alphabetical file
This time he's gonna really tell the boss
Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It's pretty bad!

Let them know - how you feel

The Clash, otro grupo mitico para mi.

Durmiendo sobre el teclado II

He encontrado una pagina en la que comparan a Calvin y Hobbes con los personajes de El Club de la Lucha. La pagina está en ingles, pero vale la pena visitarla. Estos dias me ha dado por poner banners porque he descubierto la forma de hacerlo. Aun no los he puesto todos, pero bueno, ahi quedan los que ya estan, espero que os gusten. Ya vuelvo a estar trasnochando, y el caso es que me gustaria estar dormida para no darle tantas vueltas a las cosas, pero esto de dormir de dia por lo visto va conmigo. No estoy demasiado lucida hoy, supongo que he tenido mucha actividad comparando con las ultimas tres semanas en las que he estado coja y de baja. Aun estoy de baja, pero el pie ya me duele menos, a ver si en un par de dias vuelvo al trabajo. Por lo pronto tengo seis libros en cola esperando para ser leidos. Hace un rato estaba pensando cosas para poner y se me ha ido completamente. Bueno, estoy completamente enganchada a esta serie, a Buffy, de hecho nombro desde ahora a Spike personaje del mes. Buenas noches. Besos a todos.

Beastie y algunos comics

Beastie Boys

And Me

Once again I'm all wrapped up in me
My best friend's my own worst enemy
Electricity and gravity
Oh my god now take a look at me
My life line's run by AT&T
They got their wires all up in me
Is push and pull the way it's got to be
Once again I'm all wrapped up in me and me

Se que la imagen no tiene nada que ver con lo que dice la cancion, pero me apetecia.

A traves del espejo IIII

Deletreandome. En palabras, en gestos, en miradas. Marta intenta deletrearse en sus ojos, Marta intenta definirse en palabras, Marta intenta estudiarse en gestos. Marta no entiende que eso no es suficiente. Yo a veces me deletreo en sus ojos. A veces me veo a mi misma. En ocasiones me conozco y otras simplemente no alcanzo a verme. Estoy demasiado lejos. Marta intenta deletrearse en sus ojos y yo me deletreo con ella.

Depeche de nuevo y otra vez

Depeche Mode

When The Body Speaks

Martin Lee Gore
To the soul's desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned

What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow

I'm just an angel
Driving blindly
Through this world

I'm just a slave here
At the mercy
Of a girl

Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much

To the soul's desires
The body listens
What the flesh requires
Keeps the heart imprisoned

What the spirit seeks
The mind will follow
When the body speaks
All else is hollow

You keep me waiting
For the promise
That is mine

Please stop debating
Please stop wasting
Your time

Oh I need your tenderness
Oh I need your touch
Oh I dream of one caress
Oh I pray too much

Hoy parece viernes

Tengo un aroma a viernes hoy que no me deja en todo el dia. Llevo desde que me levanté pensando que hoy era viernes, no se porque. Una aclaracion, aunque por la fecha es viernes, lo estoy escribiendo pasada la medianoche del jueves, os hablo de la sensacion que he tenido durante todo el jueves. Es como si los acontecimientos de hoy me recordaran a algun viernes, alguno que tenga presente en la memoria. Me ha recordado a esos dias, de hace años, en que iba al videoclub y me preparaba para una sesion de cine en casa y palomitas. Como si supiera que mañana no tengo que ir al instituto. Como si volviera a estar al inicio de la adolescencia, con las hormonas alteradas. Pero que digo, si yo en ningun momento he dejado de tener las hormonas alteradas. Me ire a dormir dentro de poco, que mañana voy a una boda. La de mi hermana. Buenas noches. Besos a todos!

Depeche y lo que suena en mi cabeza

Depeche Mode

Sister Of Night

Sister of night
When the hunger descends
And your body's a fire
An inferno that never ends
An eternal flame
That burns in desire's name

Sister of night
When the longing returns
Giving voice to the flame
Calling you through flesh that burns
Breaking down your will
To move in for the kill

Oh sister, come for me
Embrace me, assure me
Hey sister, I feel it too
Sweet sister, just feel me
I'm trembling, you heal me
Hey sister, I feel it too

Sister of night
In your saddest dress
As you walk through the light
You're desperate to impress
So you slide to the floor
Feeling insecure

Sister of night
With the loneliest eyes
Tell yourself it's alright
He'll make such a perfect prize
But the cold light of day
Will give the game away

Oh sister, come for me
Embrace me, assure me
Hey sister, I feel it too
Sweet sister, just feel me
I'm trembling, you heal me
Hey sister, I feel it too

Depeche Mode

In Your Room

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

Will I always be here

Vivir de noche

Creo que me estoy acostumbrando demasiado a esta vida de coja en paro temporal y eso no es bueno, que luego me quitan los buenos hábitos y me fastidia. No se si sera la aficion a los vampiros, pero ultimamente no duermo de noche, utilizo la mañana para soñar. A ver si es que estoy mutando y no me he dado cuenta. Buenas noches. Besos a todos!

Nacida para ser salvaje

Steppenwolf

Born To Be Wild

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darlin', gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feeling that I'm under

Yeah, darlin', gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darlin', gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Durmiendo sobre el teclado

Que pocas ganas de pensar, que pocas ganas de darle vueltas a las cosas. Que ganas de dormir y soñar. Que ganas de reir y compartir. No me siento muy elocuente hoy, la verdad es que estoy mas bien apagada de cansancio. Así que me iré a leer un rato y luego a dormir. Buenas noches a todos. Besos!

Marta al otro lado

K's Choice

In Your Room

As she falls down and hurts her head
She's lying still but she's not dead
Awakens slowly, sees a picture of herself
On the wall as she gets up
Straightens her dress and calls me up
She says: 'I know now, I am whole now. Can you come?'

In your room where both of you are talking
Your good side and your bad
Discussing who has better hair
In your space, I hear four feet walking
And there are two more knocking
In case you're wondering
I'm still on your side

As she embraces all of me
I want her only to need me
It doesn't matter what I tell her because she changes
Her mind before she speaks
And tends to talk before she thinks
But how I love her

I know there's truth for you somewhere
If I were wise I'd take you there
But I'm not, at least not yet
So I'll be watching you instead
In your room, in your room

In your room, I can wander around forever
And I recognize the color of the walls that we painted
In your chair that I broke because I was careless
I can sit and watch you dance around
My words are spoken, I am on your side
My words are spoken, I am on your side
In your room, in your room

Dando un pequeño paseo

BUFFY: No te lo tomes a mal, pero (le da un puñetazo a Spike) que haces tu por aqui?
SPIKE: Uh..Mmmm
BUFFY: En cinco palabras. O menos.
SPIKE: Dando un pequeño paseo. Puta.
Estoy de acuerdo con Torpin en que es el mejor personaje de la serie. Me apetecia colgar un post tonto, sin poesia ni nada por el estilo. Ahi queda. Sigue siendo el chico de la semana. Por cínico.

Sabes quien soy

I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.

You know who I am,
you've stared at the sun,
well I am the one who loves
changing from nothing to one.

Sometimes I need you naked,
sometimes I need you wild,
I need you to carry my children in
and I need you to kill a child.

You know who I am...

If you should ever track me down
I will surrender there
and I will leave with you one broken man
whom I will teach you to repair.

You know who I am...

I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.

You know who I am...

LEONARD COHEN