Carrie - Stephen King

"Carrie White come mierda".
 
Los gritos, los ecos y el ruido subterráneo del chapoteo del agua de las duchas sobre las baldosas llenaban el vestuario. Las muchachas habían estado jugando a voleibol durante la primera hora, y había algo apremiante en su ligero sudor matutino. Se estiraban y retorcían bajo el agua caliente, chillando, lanzando agua y pasándose de mano en mano las barras de jabón blan

co.
Carrie se hallaba en medio de ellas, impasible, una rana entre los cisnes. Era una muchacha fornida, con granos en el cuello, la espalda y las nalgas. Su cabello mojado no parecía tener color alguno: se pegaba a su rostro con una obstinación empapada y abatida.
Estaba allí parada, con la cabeza ligeramente inclinada, dejando que el agua se precipitara sobre su cuerpo y cayera al suelo. Parecía la típica cabeza de turco, el perpetuo blanco de las bromas, la chica capaz de tragarse las historias más increíbles, el objeto de todas las malas jugadas. Y realmente lo era.
 

 Carrie - Stephen King

El retrato de Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

Se frotó los ojos, y se acercó al cuadro y lo examinó de nuevo. No había señales de cambio alguno cuando miró la pintura, y sin embargo no quedaba duda que la expresión se había alterado. No era sólo su propia impresión. Era horriblemente obvio. Se lanzó sobre la silla, y empezó a pensar. De repente pasó por su mente lo que había dicho en el estudio de Basil Hallward el día que el cuadro fue termi

nado. Lo recordaba perfectamente. Pronunció un deseo enfermizo de que él pudiera permanecer joven, y que el cuadro envejeciera; que su hermosura permaneciera inalterada, y que su rostro en la tela soportara la carga de sus pasiones y pecados; que la imagen pintada se marchitara con las líneas del sufrimiento y el pensamiento, y que él mantuviera la flor y el encanto casi consciente de su adolescencia. Con seguridad su deseo no se había cumplido? Esas cosas son imposibles. Era monstruoso sólo pensar en aquello. Y sin embargo, ahí estaba el cuadro frente a él, con un toque de crueldad en la boca.

El retrato de Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

El corazón delator - Edgar Allan Poe

Mas, al cabo de un rato, empecé a notar que me ponía pálido y deseé que se marcharan. Me dolía la cabeza y creía percibir un zumbido en los oídos; pero los policías continuaban sentados y charlando. El zumbido se hizo más intenso; seguía resonando y era cada vez más intenso. Hablé en voz muy alta para librarme de esa sensación, pero continuaba lo mismo y se iba haciendo cada vez más clara... hasta que, al fin, me di cuenta de que aquel sonido no se producía dentro de mis oídos.
 
 El corazón delator - Edgar Allan Poe

It (fragmento) - Stephen King

Lo peor - y lo mejor - del viaje había quedado atrás. Una vez más, había experimentado la posibilidad muy real de su propia muerte; una vez más, se había encontrado capaz de afrontarla. El autobús no lo había arrollado; sanos y salvos estaban él y las tres ancianas con sus bolsas de compras y sus cheques de la jubilación; tampoco se había estampado contra la trasera de la camioneta. Ahora iba otra vez colina arriba, perdiendo velocidad. Algo se perdía con ella -oh, bien podría llamarlo deseo, ¿no? Todos los recuerdos y los pensamientos estaban alcanzándolo-. Hola Bill, vaya, te perdimos de vista por un rato, pero aquí estamos; reuniéndose con él, trepándole por la camisa para saltarle al oído, precipitándose al interior de su cerebro como chiquillos por un tobogán. Sintió que se acomodaban en sus sitios habituales, empujándose mutuamente con sus cuerpos febriles. ¡Vaya! ¡Qué bien!¡Ya estamos otra vez en la cabeza de Bill! ¡Pensemos en George! Bueno, ¿quién empieza?

It - Stephen King

Bocca di rosa - Musica Nuda

La chiamavano bocca di rosa
metteva l'amore, metteva l'amore,
la chiamavano bocca di rosa
metteva l'amore sopra ogni cosa.

Appena scese alla stazione
nel paesino di San Vicario
tutti si accorsero con uno sguardo
che non si trattava di un missionario.

C'è chi l'amore lo fa per noia
chi se lo sceglie per professione
bocca di rosa né l'uno né l'altro
lei lo faceva per passione.

Ma la passione spesso conduce
a soddisfare le proprie voglie
senza indagare se il concupito
ha il cuore libero oppure ha moglie.

E fu così che da un giorno all'altro
bocca di rosa si tirò addosso
l'ira funesta delle cagnette
a cui aveva sottratto l'osso.

Ma le comari di un paesino
non brillano certo in iniziativa
le contromisure fino a quel punto
si limitavano all'invettiva.

Si sa che la gente dà buoni consigli
sentendosi come Gesù nel tempio,
si sa che la gente dà buoni consigli
se non può più dare cattivo esempio.

Così una vecchia mai stata moglie
senza mai figli, senza più voglie,
si prese la briga e di certo il gusto
di dare a tutte il consiglio giusto.

E rivolgendosi alle cornute
le apostrofò con parole argute:
"il furto d'amore sarà punito-
disse- dall'ordine costituito".

E quelle andarono dal commissario
e dissero senza parafrasare:
"quella schifosa ha già troppi clienti
più di un consorzio alimentare".

E arrivarono quattro gendarmi
con i pennacchi con i pennacchi
e arrivarono quattro gendarmi
con i pennacchi e con le armi.

Il cuore tenero non è una dote
di cui sian colmi i carabinieri
ma quella volta a prendere il treno
l'accompagnarono malvolentieri.

Alla stazione c'erano tutti
dal commissario al sagrestano
alla stazione c'erano tutti
con gli occhi rossi e il cappello in mano,

a salutare chi per un poco
senza pretese, senza pretese,
a salutare chi per un poco
portò l'amore nel paese.

C'era un cartello giallo
con una scritta nera
diceva "Addio bocca di rosa
con te se ne parte la primavera".

Ma una notizia un po' originale
non ha bisogno di alcun giornale
come una freccia dall'arco scocca
vola veloce di bocca in bocca.

E alla stazione successiva
molta più gente di quando partiva
chi mandò un bacio, chi gettò un fiore
chi si prenota per due ore.

Persino il parroco che non disprezza
fra un miserere e un'estrema unzione
il bene effimero della bellezza
la vuole accanto in processione.

E con la Vergine in prima fila
e bocca di rosa poco lontano
si porta a spasso per il paese
l'amore sacro e l'amor profano.

A change is gonna come - Seal

Marion Cotillard

I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like that river I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die
Cos I don't know what's out there beyond the sky
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

I go to the movie
And I go down town
somebody keep telling me don't hang around
Its been along time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

Then I go to my brother
And I say brother help me please
But he winds up knockin' me
Back down on my knees

There were times when I thought I couldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gone come, oh yes it will

Valerie - The Zutons

Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you do
And in my head I make a picture

Cos since I've come on home,
Well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie?

Did you have to go to jail,
Put your house up on for sale, did you get a good lawyer?
I hope you didn't catch a tan,
I hope you'll find the right man who'll fix it for ya
And are you shoppin' anywhere,
Changed the colour of you hair, are you busy?
And did you have to pay the fine
You were dodging all the time, are you still dizzy?

Sienna Miller

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Don't hold your breath - Nicole Scherzinger

Don't hold your breath
You can't touch me now
There's no feeling left
If you think I'm coming back
Don't hold your breath
What you did to me boy I can't forget
If you think I'm coming back
Don't hold your breath







I was under your spell for such a long time couldn't break the chains
You played with my heart tore me apart with all your lies and games
It took all the strength I had but I crawled up on my feet again
Now you're trying to lure me back but no those days are gone my friend
I loved you so much then I thought someday that you could change
But all you brought me was a heart full of pain

Marion Cotillard

 I was worried about you but you never cared about me none
You took my money and I knew that you, you could kill someone
I gave you everything but nothing was ever enough
You were always jealous over such crazy stuff

Move on don't look back
I jumped off a train running off the tracks
Love is gone, face the facts
A bad movie ends and the screen fades to black

What you did to me boy I can't forget
If you think I'm coming back

One and only - Adele

Marion Cotillard

You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it's taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want

I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me a chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I've been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you'll go

Nobody's perfect, trust me I've learned it

I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart

River - Emeli Sandé

If you're looking for the big adventure
and gold is all that's on your mind
If all you want's someone to take your picture
then I won't waste your time.
See, maybe I'm too quiet for you
you probably never noticed me
but if you're too big to follow rivers
how you ever gonna find the sea?

If all you want are answers to your questions
And you can't seem to find no love for free
If you're looking for the right direction
Then darling, look for me
See, I can make the load much lighter
I just need you to confide in me
but if you're too proud to follow rivers
how you ever gonna find the sea?

Wherever you're standing, I will be by your side
through the good, through the bad, i'll never be hard to find
so wherever you're standing I will be by your side
through the good, through the bad, i'll never be hard to find

so follow me, i'll be your river, river
I'll do the running for you
follow me, i'll be your river, river
i'll move the mountains for you
follow me. I'll be your river, river
I'm here to keep you floating
follow me, I'll be your river, river. River, river, yeah