martes, 15 de septiembre de 2009
lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2009
domingo, 13 de septiembre de 2009
Gato Bengal
Sigo queriendo uno.
Como todo: no cederé hasta conseguirlo!
Como todo: no cederé hasta conseguirlo!
Transmitiendo más alive than ever: Your Stellar Spirit.
sábado, 12 de septiembre de 2009
viernes, 11 de septiembre de 2009
Macaco: Llaves Robadas
Super cancionaza de una de mis most top bands ibéricas para el momento que me toca rightNow. Sasi y no queda otra que romper otras olas con otra vela.
✫✫✫✫✫
Yo fui el bandido,
de las llaves de tu barco,
descubrí que no era el mío,
y lloré frente al timón…
quien me iba decir a mí
que esa vela tan bonita,
que esa vela tan preciosa no era la mía, no, no, no,
no era para mí…
Pero no me arrepiento de ná,
tú fuiste mi capitana,
no importa si llegamos a puerto
sólo si recuerdas la ola que nos llevaba
Hoy entregaré las llaves
a ese nuevo navegante,
nunca contrincante,
porque le elegiste tú.
Así que alza la vela,
coge el timón,
sólo te pido darte cuenta marinero,
que lo que ahora tienes es un barco de hormigón
Oh alza la vela,
coge el timón,
sólo te pido darte cuenta marinero,
que lo que ahora tienes es un barco de hormigón
Es que yo fui el bandido,
de las llaves de tu barco,
descubrí que no era el mío,
y lloré frente al timón…
_________________________
jueves, 10 de septiembre de 2009
miércoles, 9 de septiembre de 2009
Depeche Mode *True Blood* Corrupt
*****
I could corrupt you
In a heartbeat
You think you're so special
Think you're so sweet
What are you trying?
Don't even tempt me
Soon you'll be crying
I wish you'd trapped me
You'll be calling out my name
When you need someone to blame
I could corrupt you
It will be easy
Watching you suffer
Girl, it will please me
I wanna touch you
With my little finger
I know it will crush you
My memory would linger
You'll be crying out in pain
Begging me to play my games
I could corrupt you
It would be ugly
They could sedate you
But what good would drugs be?
But I wouldn't touch you
Put my hands on your hips
It would be too much to
Place my lips on your lips
You'll be calling out my name
Begging me to play my games.
- DM Folder @ Google Drive with a ton of media!
martes, 8 de septiembre de 2009
Feliz Cumple 83 Nonito!
domingo, 6 de septiembre de 2009
Olimpicamente
te mintieron cuando te dijeron nomás que no EXISTIAN MAESTROS SINO SOLO ESCUELAS.
Vilmente.
jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2009
miércoles, 2 de septiembre de 2009
What I've Done
He hecho cosas muy muy malas.
Nada que no me perdones.
Pero malas al fin.
*****
In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done
I'll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty
For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!
What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done
_____________________________________
sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009
viernes, 28 de agosto de 2009
Natasha Bedingfield: Soujourn
Una de mis most super favs songs ever, take and listen ►
Sitting on the edge
Of an armchair
My seat belt unfastened
Shoelaces not tied
Letting the wind mess my hair
Make up all smudged
Waking up all blurry eyed
It's too early in the morning
For my words to come out right
Just getting used to sunshine
I'm still squinting in the light
And it looks like a perfect day
Just to get away
All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel
I was born to be And it feels like the perfect time
Just to break away
This is my life
It's a sojourn from the norm, oh, yeah
I'm a non-conformist
I like doing stupid things
Like laughing on a train
Or falling in love again
Television, magazines
They tell you how to live your life
But not how to use your brain
It's too early in the morning
For my words to come out right
Just getting used to sunshine
I'm still squinting in the light
And it looks like a perfect day
Just to get away
All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel
I was born to be
And it feels like the perfect time
Just to break away
This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm, yeah, oh, yeah
I wanna do something
I've never done
Dip my toe Beneath the surface
Of a sea that I've never seen the bottom of
I'm not perfect
Don't have to be
Can walk around in just bare feet
I'm comfortable in my own skin
My confidence, it starts within
And it looks like a perfect day
Just to get away
All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel
I was born to be
And it feels like a perfect time
Just to break away
This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm
A sojourn from the norm, oh, yeah
*****
jueves, 27 de agosto de 2009
Frank Black & The Catholics: Cold Heart of Stone
Desde el ´94 que no le daba pelota, amazing album por cierto aquel: en donde me filmaba con el bajo, alone in my room para la posteridad con su música de fondo, en fin...
Me bajé los 14 discos, los escuché y me hice un bestOf para andar en la calle con la Nave.
Winter blows through my coat
It’s chilling my bones
But it does not compare
To your cold heart of stone
I pledged you my love
And I gave you my car
Now you're parking with him
Yeah I know where you are
Winter blows through my coat
It’s chilling my bones
But it does not compare
To your cold heart of stone
Your favorite perfume
Well I gave you a tub
Now you’re stepping out
For your rubba dub dub
If ever you need
Don’t call [x2]
I once had a dog
Who ran from his home
But that wasn't even close
To your cold heart of stone
Winter blows through my coat
It’s chilling my bones
But it does not compare
To your cold heart of stone
If ever you need
Don’t call [x2]
*****
lunes, 24 de agosto de 2009
domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009
sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009
viernes, 21 de agosto de 2009
19
Vos decís que está moooooooooooooy mal que tenga 19?
*****
A mi no me hace ruido paranada.
Very very exciting indeed.
More for me and you: http://vaelent.blogspot.com/2004/11/el-pecado-segn-caetano.html
martes, 18 de agosto de 2009
lunes, 17 de agosto de 2009
Deborah Ann Woll video portrait by Tyler Shields
Con Uds. la vampira más linda y sexy de True Blood...
domingo, 16 de agosto de 2009
sábado, 15 de agosto de 2009
viernes, 14 de agosto de 2009
Gamer
Para un Gamer histórico como yo.
Nada mejor que una perra gamer like u.
So, gimme that joystick and chupala mon amour...
jueves, 13 de agosto de 2009
Mediaeval Baebes!
Desde el ´93/94 que suena en mi soundtrack permanente Miranda Sex Garden, y vos sabes que andar caminando sobre nubes con angeles sonando en tus oidos hace que BA sea mucho mucho pero mucho más soportable en todo sentido.
Mucho más siendo jovencito recien salido del vergel oven teen ponele: almost fresh brand new. Okey, ahora las Mediaeval Baebes son el resultado de lo nuevo de la fundadora de las MSG.
Que tampoco existen más, pero WOW qué musica cómo me encanta sentirme rodeado de hadas que encantadas le cantan a un don nadie como yo, mucho más cuando los DCD me dejaron en silencio, averiado roto y mal parado en una vereda del microcentro en el verano del ´95.
Album de las diosas de Mediaeval Baebes >>
{ gimme local drag queen your holly love }
miércoles, 12 de agosto de 2009
Rio de Janeiro
martes, 11 de agosto de 2009
Whisky in my Shoes
lunes, 10 de agosto de 2009
domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009
Emiliana Torrini: The Boy who Giggled so Sweet
Emiliana Torrini { sí: la del hitasissimo chill *Easy on Sunshine*, great super summer sunset amazing song at the beach, bueno esa }, la conocí con Fede en la ANB allá por el 2003 y flasheamos mal de en serio o sea una voz exquisita.
Okey aquí this beautiful song del ´96 que cada vez que la escucho me hace acordar a Juan Cruz.
Que lo veo, lo beso, lo mimo y abrazo todo el día todos los días, pero igual, me hace acordar a él por lo que canta, divina, divino.
He came with the breeze
She told everyone, in the cold
She would hold him and sing a song,
Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song,
To her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.
The days went by until one little night,
with this one little moon hanging in its black,
Sweet little Anna, whispered her goodnight song,
In the ear of the boy who giggled so sweet.
"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby,
What is your favourite song of all songs?
Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby,
Forever your rosie lips won't turn blue.
I won't let nights hurt you,
I won't let them take you,
Take my hand and we'll run up that tree.
I won't let days hurt you,
I wont let them break you,
if so my little heart will die,
if so my tears will freeze and turn grey."
He just stared in her hardworking arms,
His rosie little lips had turned blue,
Sweet little Anna, chanted her goodnight song,
for her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.
"My baby, my beauty........"
They took the boy who giggled so sweet,
Frozen grey tears glanced on her cheek,
And the goodnight song,
She never stopped singing,
Danced from her lips,
Down the dark grey street.
"My baby, my beauty........"
*****
sábado, 8 de agosto de 2009
Y para vos mi ex amorrrrrrrrr
Cucharadita de vidrio molido todos los días!
Nueva dieta: y no me digas que así no adelgazás eh?
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