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"el helado...marrrcha?"
a los choriii de Palermoooo!!
La Boca's coke
Amore en MarDel...
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Monday, December 25, 2006
mi ciudad,mi lugar...a city of living lights..
The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now
Neon heart dayglo eyes
A city lit by fireflies
They’re advertising in the skies
For people like us
And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground….
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights
Don’t look before you laugh
Look ugly in a photograph
Flash bulbs purple irises
The camera can’t see
I’ve seen you walk unafraid
I’ve seen you in the clothes you made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me
And I miss you when you’re not around
I’m getting ready to leave the ground
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights
Time… time
Time… time
Won’t leave me as I am
But time won’t take the boy out of this man
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights
The more you know the less you feel
Some pray for others steal
Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel… luckily
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Sunday, April 17, 2005
Av. Alcorta
Gustavo
Avenida Alcorta, cicatriz
hoy volví cansado de hablar de Mí
providencia puede ser azar
donde estemos juntos ser nuestro hogar
no se, no se donde estas
y me vuelvo extraño
Esta cancion es droga para Mi
un himno que atrae toda la ansiedad
y ya se, ya llegue hasta aqui
y no quiero pasarme
Avenida Alcorta, cicatriz
hoy volví cansado de hablar de Mi
providencia puede ser azar
donde estemos juntos ser nuestro hogar
y no se, no se donde estas
ya se, ya llegue hasta aqui
y te extraño tanto!
He encerrado el cielo para Tí
ya no tengo tierra para Mí
He encerrado el cielo para Tí
ya no tengo tierra para Mí...
Monday, February 7, 2005
And darling, darling stand by me
Stand By Me
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Darling, darling stand by me
Stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
Wednesday, December 1, 2004
Carlos Castañeda says: "The great power of the human being is his capacity to make decisions." Each decision that we take enables us to change the future and the past.
Choosing means: "I commit myself." When someone makes a choice, they must remember that the path to be followed is going to be very different from the path imagined. Choosing means: "well, I know where I want to get to."
Choosing also means: "I'll have to give up a lot of things." And it is with this commitment that the warrior of the light moves forward.
Ithaca, or the long way back
One of the great classics of all literature, Homer's "Odyssey," tells of the return of the hero Ulysses to the island of Ithaca, where his wife Penelope has been waiting for him for over ten years. Although courted day and night by men who claim to have seen her husband die in combat during the war of Troy, she never loses hope. Ulysses undergoes all sorts of challenges but eventually returns home.
Many centuries later, another Greek poet, Konstantinos Kavafis, dealt with this homecoming in a different manner, creating one of the most beautiful metaphors of this journey in search of our dreams. While the drama of the "Odyssey" centres on the difficulties in arriving and in the suffering of the beloved wife, in Kavafis' poetry exactly the opposite is asked of Ulysses: he should enjoy the journey and experience all that needs to be lived.
I learned this poem on the Way to Santiago at a moment when I was crazy to reach Compostela quickly and so put an end to what seemed to me to be an absurd pilgrimage. Below are some extracts from the masterpiece by Kavafis:
When you leave for Ithaca,
may your journey be long
and full of adventures and knowledge.
Do not be afraid of Laestrigones, Cyclopes
or furious Poseidon;
you won't come across them on your way
if you don't carry them in your soul,
if your soul does not put them in front of your steps.
I hope your road is long.
May there be many a summer morning,
and may the pleasure of seeing the first ports
bring you great joy.
Try to visit the markets of Phoenicia
and buy the very best.
Go to the cities of Egypt
and learn from a people with so much to teach.
Don't lose sight of Ithaca,
for that's your destination.
But take your time;
better that the journey lasts many a year
and that your boat only drops anchor on the island
when you have grown rich
with what you learned on the way.
Don't expect Ithaca to give you many riches.
Ithaca has already given you a fine voyage;
without Ithaca you would never have parted.
Ithaca gave you everything and can give you no more.
If in the end you think that Ithaca is poor,
don't think that she has cheated you.
Because you have grown wise and lived an intense life,
and that's the meaning of Ithaca.
Choosing means: "I commit myself." When someone makes a choice, they must remember that the path to be followed is going to be very different from the path imagined. Choosing means: "well, I know where I want to get to."
Choosing also means: "I'll have to give up a lot of things." And it is with this commitment that the warrior of the light moves forward.
Ithaca, or the long way back
One of the great classics of all literature, Homer's "Odyssey," tells of the return of the hero Ulysses to the island of Ithaca, where his wife Penelope has been waiting for him for over ten years. Although courted day and night by men who claim to have seen her husband die in combat during the war of Troy, she never loses hope. Ulysses undergoes all sorts of challenges but eventually returns home.
Many centuries later, another Greek poet, Konstantinos Kavafis, dealt with this homecoming in a different manner, creating one of the most beautiful metaphors of this journey in search of our dreams. While the drama of the "Odyssey" centres on the difficulties in arriving and in the suffering of the beloved wife, in Kavafis' poetry exactly the opposite is asked of Ulysses: he should enjoy the journey and experience all that needs to be lived.
I learned this poem on the Way to Santiago at a moment when I was crazy to reach Compostela quickly and so put an end to what seemed to me to be an absurd pilgrimage. Below are some extracts from the masterpiece by Kavafis:
When you leave for Ithaca,
may your journey be long
and full of adventures and knowledge.
Do not be afraid of Laestrigones, Cyclopes
or furious Poseidon;
you won't come across them on your way
if you don't carry them in your soul,
if your soul does not put them in front of your steps.
I hope your road is long.
May there be many a summer morning,
and may the pleasure of seeing the first ports
bring you great joy.
Try to visit the markets of Phoenicia
and buy the very best.
Go to the cities of Egypt
and learn from a people with so much to teach.
Don't lose sight of Ithaca,
for that's your destination.
But take your time;
better that the journey lasts many a year
and that your boat only drops anchor on the island
when you have grown rich
with what you learned on the way.
Don't expect Ithaca to give you many riches.
Ithaca has already given you a fine voyage;
without Ithaca you would never have parted.
Ithaca gave you everything and can give you no more.
If in the end you think that Ithaca is poor,
don't think that she has cheated you.
Because you have grown wise and lived an intense life,
and that's the meaning of Ithaca.
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