DE VUELTA!!

Hola, HOLA!!

Rayos hace siglos que no escribo nada por estos lares....quizas fue por dejo absoluto...
DESDE OCTUBRE DEL AÑO PASADO!!!

RE-CHUCHA!!! de hace mucho tiempo oye!!!!

Ya me pondre las pilas y escribire alguna idiotez de vez en cuando.

Nos estamos viendo!!

SaludoteS!!!

Y FELIZ 18 MIERDA!!!

HAY QUE COMENZAR LAS HOSTILIDADES DAMAS Y CABALLEROS!!

SALUD!!!

Papiroflexia.....Envidiable!!

Rayos!! que daria yo por poder hacer esto!!!, realmente envidiable.

Nos vemos, desde Santiasco.....pero rayos hay que hacerlo.

PORQUE ME VISTO DE NEGRO???

No habia escrito hace un rato..... asi que con una cancion del gran, inmortal, maese Johnny Cash respondo a una pregunta que se me ha hecho varias veces...

Man in Black



Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

Dale John!!! Do my Will !!!!

Sigo con la "saga" de el genial Johnny Cash!!!
Rayos!! y pensar que hace un rato no sabia de su existencia....interesante la musica country gringa, la decente....osea.... John Denver..y Johnny Cash...hasta ahora son los que conozco. Ambos son John??? que raro no???
Estaba pensando en una comparacion con musica folklorica chilensis....quizas.... John Denver es como un Tito Fernandez....y Johnny Cash, por las letras, algo mas acidas, como Quelentaro (el heavy metal del folk chileno)
Ya eso no mas....

Aqui les dejo:

God's Gonna Cut You Down (algo asi como dios te va a sacar la mierda, osea castigar)



You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way



PD: Que gran cantante, gran cancion... chucha que fuerte...

Poesia pura y dura....o algo asi....creo??

No es un ojala, es una pregunta.

Acaso es el aroma de la narturaleza en flor?
o son entonces esos ojos??

Serian quizas mi ojos,
o una obsesion equivocada?

Como expresar una pregunta?
esa pregunta...
Manejar lo inmanejable?

Un guru?
Un Yogi?
Un Sensei?
Un Libro?
Un Curso?

Ciertamente algo me confunde,
algo me suspende y me abraza.
Sin duda es algo tuyo,
sin duda es aquella luz,
aquella que muestra el camino.

Un portalon, un camino con un portal
una pregunta, una barricada literal...

Aceptas a una sombra tumbada en tu lecho?
Quizas una luz pequeña, dañada?
Una fogata, calor y luz,
Y un abrazo persistente...
Loco y sin cesar.

You don't have to be Alone, you don't have to be on your own.

Es una frase de una cancion....no me pregunten de quien porque no me acuerdo... pero es algo que encontre....interesante.

Traducido es algo asi como "no tienes que estar solo, no tienes que andar por ti mismo"....cuatico no??

Estare medio sentimentaloide??? sera algo que habre comido o tomado (me inclino simpre por la segunda), no se en realidad..solo se que nada se, y hasta eso se me olvida a veces...

Las pinzas....no sabia que escribir...asi que relleno con algo.

Ya nos vimos.