Ande Yo Requetecaliente

2007-11-11T20:43:00.000-08:00

"universitario"

2007-09-23T01:14:00.001-07:00

robert graves: symptoms of love / chet baker + elvis costello: you don't know what love is

2007-09-07T14:46:00.000-07:00

[una posible traducción, aquí]

love is universal migraine,
a bright stain on the vision
blotting out reason.

symptoms of true love
are leanness, jealousy,
laggard dawns;

are omens and nightmares -
listening for a knock,
waiting for a sign:

for a touch of her fingers
in a darkened room,
for a searching look.

take courage, lover!
could you endure such pain
at any hand but hers?

--

2007-09-07T13:46:00.001-07:00

You don’t know what love is
Until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues
Until you’ve loved a love you had to lose
You don’t know what love is

You don’t know how lips hurt
Until you’ve kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you’ve flipped you’re heart and you have lost
You don’t know what love is

Do you know how lost hearts fear
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips tasting of tears
Loose the taste for kissing

You don’t know how hearts yearn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
How could you know what love is

sea venus

2007-07-24T22:36:00.001-07:00

2007-05-23T22:34:00.000-07:00

2007-04-24T21:40:00.000-07:00

2007-03-26T17:04:00.000-07:00

banner cinecdoque

2007-03-20T13:46:00.000-07:00

a.

2007-03-16T06:36:00.000-07:00

ciudad blanca...

2007-01-25T10:27:00.000-08:00

Desde L'Azotea

2007-01-10T22:27:00.000-08:00

Hoy Es Navidad

2006-12-24T13:30:00.001-08:00

DF-Buenos Aigres

2006-12-14T19:23:00.000-08:00

Droooya

2006-12-05T01:35:00.000-08:00

Buenas Nuevas: Ya Es Nuestro.
Seremos Campeones.

Para Lucho.

Exit, Pursued By A Bear

2006-11-29T21:12:00.000-08:00

jasdlakñdsfjasddfñlkasddflñjk

2006-11-22T18:43:00.001-08:00

Andrea Callas

2006-11-22T08:16:00.000-08:00

Escritura

2006-11-14T16:00:00.000-08:00

Tardes En La Vasconcelos

2006-11-09T22:42:00.000-08:00

¡Ah inche Lubinka, las que me haces pasar!

2006-09-12T21:53:00.000-07:00

In My Life

2006-09-05T02:07:00.000-07:00

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all...

2006-08-21T23:51:00.001-07:00

2006-08-21T23:51:00.000-07:00

ahi apenas iban 400

2006-08-08T11:56:00.000-07:00

Uh

2006-07-21T17:07:00.000-07:00

Pajarito

2006-07-04T21:08:00.000-07:00

Mi Voto Es Para:

2006-07-02T20:16:00.000-07:00

No Miento

2006-06-26T18:38:00.000-07:00

Las Mariposas de Noche Visitan Mi Casa.

La Verdad Sobre los Vecinos de la Balbuena

2006-06-14T21:47:00.000-07:00

BarquitodesuMajesta Beegueule

2006-05-14T18:05:00.000-07:00

Por Algo se Llama Blusa Eh

2006-05-12T13:30:00.000-07:00

¿No que la Vida No Era Un Post-It?

2006-05-12T05:56:00.000-07:00

While combing my hair now and wond'ring what dress to wear now I say a little prayer for you...

2006-05-12T04:30:00.000-07:00

Seferino en Al Iskandariyah

2006-05-03T09:38:00.000-07:00

yo soy mortimer

2006-03-29T11:32:00.000-08:00

Sef Anymore

2006-02-16T10:56:00.000-08:00

Sí Hay Tos

2006-01-10T15:54:00.000-08:00

Chingao

(¿Pueden ver la tristeza en mis ojos?)

Dulce Morada

2005-12-15T10:41:00.000-08:00

Entren santos peregrinos, peregrinos,reciban en el rincón
que aunque es pobre la morada, la morada,os la meto hasta el corazón.

Yojanes Tercerabé

2005-11-25T01:33:00.000-08:00

Buen niño, siempre estudiosito.

IV

2005-11-21T12:35:00.000-08:00

III

2005-11-21T12:25:00.000-08:00

la que sigue

II

2005-11-21T12:06:00.000-08:00

la que sigue

I

2005-11-21T11:57:00.000-08:00

la que sigue

SuperBarrio

2005-10-20T14:56:00.000-07:00

¿Alguien lo ha visto?

Baudelaire

2005-10-18T13:18:00.000-07:00

... el viento, la ola, la estrella, el pájaro, el reloj, contestarán:

“¡Es hora de embriagarse!

Para no ser los esclavos martirizados del Tiempo,

¡embriáguense, embriáguense sin cesar!

De vino, de poesía o de virtud, como mejor les parezca.

Heroin

2005-10-17T23:48:00.001-07:00

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
Then I tell you things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me, not you guys
Or all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
On a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils of this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life

Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off than dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jims in this town
And all the politicians making crazy sounds
And everybody putting everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when that heroin is in my blood
And the blood is in my head
Man thank God that I'm as good as dead
And thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know.

Dance me to the End of Love...

2005-10-17T23:44:00.000-07:00

...que en la boca de Kate Gibson, el resto se olvida:

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

--Leonard Cohen

To be in Love

2005-10-17T23:40:00.000-07:00

To be in Love

To spring impetuously in air and remain
Treading on air for three heart-beats or four,
Then to descend at leisure; or else to scale
The forward-tilted crag with no hand-holds;
Or, disembodied, to carry roses home
From a Queen's garden – this is being in love,
Graced with agilitas and subtilitas
At which few famous lovers ever guessed
Though children may foreknow it, deep in dreams,
And ghosts may mourn it, hunting their own tombs,
And peacocks cry it, in default of speech.

--El grande, único y fabuloso Roberto Tumbas

Pau Casals

2005-10-05T23:56:00.000-07:00

El marido del Padre.

México Campióóón

2005-10-03T08:43:00.000-07:00

Celebrando a Jim Braddock

Maximilian Adelbert Baer

2005-10-03T01:42:00.000-07:00

Max "Livermore Larrupper" Baer*

(Algo así como Max "el Madreador de Livermore**" Baer)

*Noten su increíble similitud con Craig Bierko,

actor que lo interpreta en Cinderella Man,

no como Russell Crowe y Jim "the Cinderella Man" Braddock.

**Él era originario de Omaha, Nebraska, pero a los 19 años -marzo del '28- se mudó a Livermore, California.

Jim Braddock

2005-10-03T01:20:00.000-07:00

¿Rusell Crowe? ¡No! ¡James Walter Braddock!

Héroes de Celuloide

2005-10-02T04:54:00.000-07:00

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star,
And everybody’s in movies, it doesn’t matter who you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down hollywood boulevard
Their names are written in concrete.

Don’t step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile that’s why she tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.

You can see all the stars as you walk down hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
Rudolph Valentino, looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies’ dresses as they sadly pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cos he’s liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered him with garbage,
George Sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don’t tread on dearest Marilyn
’Cos she’s not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star
And everybody’s in show biz, it doesn’t matter who you are.

And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood boulevard.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

You can see all the stars as you walk along Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

Ray Davies y los fabulosos Kinks

Roqui

2005-10-02T02:33:00.000-07:00