18 jul. 2007

Overpowered



When I think that I'm over you
I'm overpowered

15 jul. 2007

Summer case with love



Podría haber sido mas perfecto, pero es perfecto tal y como fue.

8 jul. 2007





Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.

Oh, it should've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go.

Oh, it could've been, should've been worse than you would ever know.
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air y'know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Oh! It would've been, could've been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want.
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)

Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don't like us it'll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We've yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you're surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying "See it wasn't quite as bad as"
Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.

I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn't like I'd let it go, oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show.

Yeah, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)

Hard-wired to concieve, so much we'd have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don't wear eyelids so I don't miss the last laugh of this show.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, we could've been, should've been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We've yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you're surprising,
And the evening was consoling
Saying "See it wasn't quite as bad as"

Oh it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know.

6 jul. 2007

Si te roban la frase

Escena segunda.- Interior noche .-

Dos chicas tremendamente interesantes comparten sushi en un local. Han pasado un fin de semana estupendo y ahora llega la fase: Ponerse en su sitio...

Pero cuando la rubia va a soltar su frase, va la morena y se la quita....Silencio, la rubia se queda en blanco, no sabe improvisar, hacía tiempo que no actuaba y encima le cambian el texto.

Resultado: La escena se va a la mierda y la rubia no deja de decir chorradas intentando encontrar un nuevo personaje...Pero no hay manera, el suyo era el que decía "no quiero nada serio, me han hecho pupita, ahora no estoy preparada, bla bla"...Ese personaje en el que extrañamente se ha visto encasillada se lo sabe bien, pero el otro no. Y no sabe decir otra cosa, y encima su compañera de escena no ayuda nada.

Tras varios intentos fallidos de crear otro tipo de historia el guionista desespera, cada personaje avanza sin su permiso por un camino no deseado.

Ni guión, ni historia ni leches.

Será mejor seguir meditando a ver si escribimos algo bueno de una vez.

3 jul. 2007

Someone turn me around



"Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors"

Pull the blindfold down
So your eyes can't see
Now run as fast as you can
Through this field of trees

Say goodbye to everyone you have ever known
You are not gonna see them ever again
I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands
Have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?

How can we wear our smiles
With our mouths wired shut
'Cause you stopped us from singing

I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands
Have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?

We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts left smashed on the floor
I can't believe you if I can't hear you
I can't believe you if I can't hear you

We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts smashed on the floor
We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts smashed on the floor

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?

1.200 o res

Este era mi lema con el que pretendía levantar a las masas no pensantes que pululan por este estupido sistema capitalista que nos ha tocado vivir y aceptamos.

Yo ya llego a 1.200 pero no es suficiente, nunca es suficiente, el caso es que este fin de semana Simona Levi, alguien con mas experiencia y arrojo que yo, se atreve a plantar en la cara de los no pensantes una propuesta mucho mejor:

Festival Inn-Motion

"Según una encuesta institucional aquí, en Barcelona (podría ser otro lugar),
sólo un 25% de las personas tiene un sueldo y/o renta igual o superior a
1500 E (250 000 ptas) mensuales.
Esta cantidad de dinero corresponde al mínimo con el que se puede alcanzar
la satisfacción de un cierto bienestar, según cánones comunes y en acuerdo
con el actual coste de la vida.
25% = 1 de cada 4 de nosotros.
los otros 3, si son buenos ciudadanos, esperan poder vivir para pagar y aún así no llegan.
Vista la situación, deberíamos vivir en un estado de rebelión permanente,
pero, sorprendentemente, no es así.
Educados y competitivos (nuestros modelos son el deporte, los concursos, las elecciones, en pocas palabras, eliminar al contrincante), 3 de cada 4 de
nosotros sólo esperan alcanzar el lugar del cuarto para que se jodan los
demás!"

1 jul. 2007

Mi corazón



Mi corazón se llena de orgullo al ver las calles de mi ciudad repletas de vida.
Mi corazón ha estado pleno de amor gracias a vosotr@s, los que estuvisteis en persona y los que estuvisteis a mi lado con el pensamiento.

Adoro estas calles repletas de besos, donde decir te quiero es fácil, donde las risas y los abrazos brotan de esos momentos enormemente plenos que son la vida.

Trasladar esto aquí parece misión dura que no imposible, aquí los besos se piden y las palabras no brotan, por suerte os tengo a cuatro horas y media de casa.

Y por suerte cada día sois más los que os venís a compartir este pedazo de mar conmigo.