sábado, 30 de octubre de 2010

El Gato Negro - Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bajo el agobio de tormentos semejantes, sucumbió en mí lo poco que me quedaba de bueno. Sólo los malos pensamientos disfrutaban ya de mi intimidad; los más tenebrosos, los más perversos pensamientos... 

El Gato negro - Edgar Allan Poe

 

This is Halloween - Marilyn Manson



Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?

Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night

Everybody scream, everybody scream
In our town of Halloween!

I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don't we love it now?

Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween! [Repeat]

The Crow (1994)

"It can't rain all the time"

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall
forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall
forever.

El Cuervo - Edgar Allan Poe

 

Una tosca media noche, cuando en tristes reflexiones,
sobre más de un raro infolio de olvidados cronicones
inclinaba somnoliento la cabeza, de repente
a mi puerta oí llamar;
Como si alguien, suavemente, se pusiese con incierta
...mano tímida a tocar:
"¡Es - me dije - una visita que llamando está a mi puerta:
eso es todo y nada más!".
 

El Cuervo - Edgar Allan Poe

Stephen King

Las cosas más importantes son siempre las más difíciles de contar. Al formular de manera verbal algo que mentalmente nos parecía ilimitado, lo reducimos a tamaño natural. Todo aquello que consideramos más importante está siempre demasiado cerca de nuestros sentimientos y deseos más recónditos. Y a veces hacemos revelaciones de este tipo y nos encontramos con la mirada extrañada de gente que no entiende nada en absoluto de lo que hemos contado, ni por qué nos puede parecer tan importante. Creo que eso es precisamente lo peor, que el secreto lo siga siendo, no por falta de un narrador, sino por falta de un oyente comprensivo.
(El Otoño de la Inocencia)

El Talismán - Stephen King, Peter Straub

martes, 26 de octubre de 2010

El violín de Ingres (1924) Man Ray

El violín de Ingres, un pasatiempo que se ejecuta con brío y pasión. (francés coloquial)

"Palladio" 1st Movement (Karl Jenkins) - Escala

"Victory"  - Bond

"Asturias" (Albeniz) - Barrage

"Tango" - Sahara


lunes, 25 de octubre de 2010

Mar Adentro (2004)

Una libertad que quita la vida no es libertad. Una vida que quita la libertad no es vida.

Vivir es un derecho, no una obligación.

Mar adentro, mar adentro...y en la ingravidez del fondo, donde se cumplen los sueños, se juntan dos voluntades para cumplir un deseo. Un beso enciende la vida con un relámpago y un trueno, y en una metamorfosis mi cuerpo no es ya mi cuerpo, es como penetrar al centro del universo, al abrazo más pueril y al más puro de los besos, hasta vernos reducidos en un único deseo: tu mirada y mi mirada como un eco repitiendo sin palabras: más adentro, más adentro, hasta el más allá del todo por la sangre y por los huesos. Pero me despierto siempre y siempre quiero estar muerto para seguir con mi boca enredada en tus cabellos. 

Monólogo de La Agrado (Todo sobre mi madre 1999)

Me llaman La Agrado porque toda mi vida solo he pretendido hacerle la vida agradable a los demás. Además de agradable, soy muy auténtica. Miren que cuerpo. ¡Todo hecho a medida!
 



Bueno, lo que les estaba diciendo, ¡que cuesta mucho ser auténtica, señora! Y en estas cosas no hay que ser rácana. Porque una es más auténtica cuanto más se parece a lo que ha soñado de si misma.

miércoles, 20 de octubre de 2010

Secret - Seal

You must know me, I'm one of your secrets
You must know me, I'm one of your secrets
I belong to you
I belong to you
And you belong to me.

You must know me, I'm one of your secrets oooh whooa ooh
From what I see, you're trying to hard to keep it oh yes you are

Well I belong to you
I belong to you
I belong to you
And you belong to me.

Look at me, I'm your hearts keeper.
Met for 3:21 AM, she will be here, oh yes she will

And I belong to you
Yes I belong to you
I belong to you
And you belong to me.

Look at me, I'm one of your secrets.
From what I see, you're trying hard to keep it.
Oh yeah

But I belong to you
I belong to you
Anekatips
I belong to you
And you belong to me
You belong to me

This is love - Bob Marley


















Es tu amor lo que espero. Es mi amor de lo que huyes. (Bob Marley)

I wanna love you and treat you right;
I wanna love you every day and every night:
We'll be together with a roof right over our heads;
We'll share the shelter of my single bed;
We'll share the same room, yeah! - for Jah provide the bread.
Is this love - is this love - is this love -
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love - is this love - is this love -
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
I wanna know - wanna know - wanna know now!
I got to know - got to know - got to know now!

I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I - I'm willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table!
I wanna love you - I wanna love and treat - love and treat you right;
I wanna love you every day and every night:
We'll be together, yeah! - with a roof right over our heads;
We'll share the shelter, yeah, oh now! - of my single bed;
We'll share the same room, yeah! - for Jah provide the bread.

Is this love - is this love - is this love -
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love - is this love - is this love -
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Wo-o-o-oah! Oh yes, I know; yes, I know - yes, I know now!
Yes, I know; yes, I know - yes, I know now!

I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I - I'm willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table!
See: I wanna love ya, I wanna love and treat ya -
love and treat ya right.
I wanna love you every day and every night:
We'll be together, with a roof right over our heads!
We'll share the shelter of my single bed;
We'll share the same room, yeah! Jah provide the bread.
We'll share the shelter of my single bed

The Phantom of the Opera - Nightwish


















[CHRISTINE:]
In sleep he sang to me - In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me - And speaks my name
And do I dream again - For now I find
The Phantom of the opera is here - Inside my mind
[PHANTOM:]
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you - Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me - To glance behind
The Phantom of the opera is there - Inside your mind
[CHRISTINE:]
Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear - I am the mask you wear
[PHANTOM:]
It's me they hear
[TOGETHER:]
Your spirit and my voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there - Inside your mind
[CHRISTINE:]
Opera- Beware - Phantom of the opera
[PHANTOM:]
In all your fantasies
You always knew - That man and mystery
[CHRISTINE:]
Were both in you
[TOGETHER:]
And in this labyrinth - Where night is blind
The phantom of the opera is there - Inside your mind
[PHANTOM:]
Sing my angel of music

The Rose - Bette Midler
















Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

Right to be wrong - Joss Stone















I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
I'm not made of stone
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

I've got a right to be wrong
I've been held down too long
I've got to break free
So I can finally breathe
I've got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
I might be singing out of key
But it sure feels good to me
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

You're entitled to your opinion
But it's really my decision
I can't turn back I'm on a mission
If you care don't you dare blur my vision
Let me be all that I can be
Don't smother me with negativity
Whatever's out there waiting for me
I'm going to faced it willingly

I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
Flesh and blood to the bone
See, I'm not made of stone
I've got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

I've got a right to be wrong
I've been held down to long
I've got to break free
So I can finally breathe
I've got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
I might be singing out of key
But it sure feels good to me
I've got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

jueves, 14 de octubre de 2010

PERDIÇAO (Fado)


















Perdiçao

Este amor não é um rio
Tem a vastidão do mar
E a dança verde das ondas
Soluçam no meu olhar

Tentei esquecer as palavras
Nunca ditas entre nós
Mas pairam sobre o silêncio
Nas margens da nossa voz

Tentei esquecer os teus olhos
Que não sabem ler nos meus
Mas neles nasce alvorada
Que amanhece a terra e os céus

Tentei esquecer o teu nome
Arrancá-lo ao pensamento
Mas regressa a todo instante
Entrelaçado no vento

Tentei ver a minha imagem
Mas foi a tua que vi
No meu espelho porque trago
Os olhos rasos de ti

Este amor não é um rio
Tem abismos como o mar
E o manto negro das ondas
Cobre-me de negro olhar

miércoles, 13 de octubre de 2010

O que foi que aconteceu - Ana Moura

Aconteceu
Eu não estava à tua espera
E tu não me procuravas
Nem sabias quem eu era
Eu estava ali só porque tinha que estar
E tu chegaste porque tinhas que chegar
Olhei para ti
O mundo inteiro parou
Nesse instante a minha vida
A minha vida mudou
Tudo era para ser eterno
E tu para sempre meu
Onde foi que nos perdemos?
O que foi que aconteceu?
Tudo era para ser eterno
E tu para sempre meu
Onde foi que nos perdemos, meu amor?
O que foi que aconteceu?
Aconteceu
Chama-lhe sorte ou azar
Eu não estava à tua espera
E tu voltaste a passar
Nunca senti bater o meu coração
Como senti ao sentir a tua mão
Na tua boca o tempo voltou atrás
E se fui louca
Essa loucura
Essa loucura foi paz
Tudo era para ser eterno
E tu para sempre meu
Onde foi que nos perdemos?
O que foi que aconteceu?
Tudo era para ser eterno
E tu para sempre meu
Onde foi que nos perdemos, meu amor?
O que foi que aconteceu?

domingo, 3 de octubre de 2010

El club de los poetas muertos (1989)

Carpe diem«vive el momento»

El día de hoy no se volverá a repetir. Vive intensamente cada instante. Lo que no significa alocadamente, sino mimando cada situación, escuchando a cada compañero, intentando realizar cada sueño positivo, buscando el éxito del otro, examinándote de la asignatura fundamental: el Amor. Para que un día no lamentes haber malgastado egoístamente tu capacidad de amar y dar vida.
Me fui a los bosques porque quería vivir sin prisas. Quería vivir intensamente y sacarle todo el jugo a la vida, para no descubrir en el momento de mi muerte que no había vivido.

No olviden que a pesar de todo lo que les digan, las palabras y las ideas pueden cambiar el mundo.

Les contaré un secreto: no leemos y escribimos poesía porque es bonita. Leemos y escribimos poesía porque pertenecemos a la raza humana; y la raza humana está llena de pasión. La medicina, el derecho, el comercio, la ingeniería... son carreras nobles y necesarias para dignificar la vida humana. Pero la poesía, la belleza, el romanticismo, el amor son cosas que nos mantienen vivos.


Todos necesitamos ser aceptados, pero deben pensar que sus convicciones son únicas, les pertenecen aunque a otros puedan parecerles raras o inaceptables, aunque toda la manada diga: ¡no está bieeen! Robert Prust dijo: ''Dos caminos divergen en un bosque, y yo tomé el menos transitado de los dos, y aquello fue lo que cambió todo''. Quiero que encuentren su propio camino 

Muéstrame un corazón que esté libre de necios sueños, y te enseñaré a un hombre feliz.
La verdad es como una manta que siempre te deja los pies fríos. La estiras, la extiendes y nunca es suficiente. La sacudes, le das patadas, pero no llega a cubrirnos. Y desde que llegamos llorando hasta que nos vamos muriendo sólo nos cubre la cara, mientras gemimos, lloramos y gritamos.

Oh Capitán, mi Capitán.

"Toma las rosas mientras puedas; 
veloz el tiempo vuela, 
la misma flor que hoy admiras 
mañana estará muerta."


Sólo al soñar tenemos libertad, siempre fue así y siempre así será.

sábado, 2 de octubre de 2010

El Indomable Will Hunting (1997)

Sigue los dictados de tu corazón.

Eres un genio Will, eso nadie lo niega. Nadie puede comprender lo que pasa en tu interior. En cambio presumes de saberlo todo de mi porque viste un cuadro que pinté y rajaste mi puta vida de arriba a abajo. Eres huérfano, ¿verdad?. ¿Crees que sé lo dura y penosa que ha sido tu vida, cómo te sientes, quién eres, porque he leído Oliver Twist?, ¿un libro basta para definirte?. Personalmente eso me importa una mierda porque, ¿sabes qué? no puedo aprender nada de ti ni leer nada de ti en un maldito libro. Pero si quieres hablar de ti, de quien eres... estaré fascinado. A eso me apunto, pero no quieres hacerlo, tienes miedo, te aterroriza decir lo que sientes. Tú mueves chaval.

Cualquier puerto es bueno en una tormenta.

Nosotros escogemos a quién dejamos entrar en nuestro mundo.

No eres perfecto amigo. Y voy a ahorrarte el suspense ... la chica que conociste tampoco es perfecta. Lo único que importa es si sois perfectos como pareja. Esa es la clave, la intimidad se basa en eso.


He lamentado cosas pero ni un solo día de los que pasé con ella.

Una mente maravillosa (2001)

Mi profesora de primaria me dijo que nací con dos raciones de cerebro y sólo media de corazón.

Necesito creer que algo extraordinario es posible.