Michael Kelland John Hutchence
January 22, 1960 – November 22, 1997
8 ago 2010
♪♫♪ CITASCITABLES ♪♫♪
La préméditation de la mort est préméditation de la liberté.
Michel de Montaigne
(Ensayos)
Traducción:
La premeditación de la muerte
es la premeditación de la libertad.
7 ago 2010
6 ago 2010
PASEO MAGICO: Quiero (un acuerdo)
Quiero morir
pactando con vos
la despedida....
Quiero que vivas
mientras vivo aún en tu deseo
Quiero que me mires
y te imagines
que me quedo y permanezco
que voy naciendo nuevamente
mientras muere otro
Quiero morir
digo,
sin hablar
sin suspiros
con los ojos entornados
soñando en agonía
que ni me me muero
ni me voy
mientras me ves
Quiero morir
pactando con vos
el último acuerdo:
sin lágrimas egoístas
tiernamente juntos
morir contigo
dejándote viva.
© Verónica Curutchet
2006
PASEO MAGICO: Zonas Tristes
Tengo zonas tristes
cuando la noche se asoma
páramos con cercos
que encierran pérdidas
viejas vasijas de barro
con aguas infecundas
inmensidades negras
un cuerpo sin sombra
recostado
en la huella de tus pasos
© Verónica Curutchet
Bs.As. 2006
5 ago 2010
4 ago 2010
2 ago 2010
AlwaysYou: my songs, my memories ♥ Burning Down The Hous de Talking Heads ♥
Watch out you might get what you're after
Cool baby strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait 'til the party's over
Hold tight we're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here's your ticket pack your bag; time for jumpin' overboard
Transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire
All wet yeah you might need a raincoat
Shakedown thieves walking in broad daylight
Three hundred sixty five degrees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work say baby what did you expect
Gonna burst into flame
My house S'out of the ordinary
That's right Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nothing yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire
Burning down the house
Talking Heads Burning Down The House
Cool baby strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait 'til the party's over
Hold tight we're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here's your ticket pack your bag; time for jumpin' overboard
Transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire
All wet yeah you might need a raincoat
Shakedown thieves walking in broad daylight
Three hundred sixty five degrees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work say baby what did you expect
Gonna burst into flame
My house S'out of the ordinary
That's right Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nothing yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect staring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire
Burning down the house
Talking Heads Burning Down The House
AlwaysYou: my songs, my memories
The wild boys are calling on there way back from the fire
In August moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail because there's murder
By the roadside in a sore afraid new world
They tried to break us looks like they'll try again
Wild boys never lose it, wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys, never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine
You got sirens for their welcome there's bloodstain for your pain
And your telephone been ringing while you're dancing in the rain
Wild boys wonder where is glory where is all you angels
Now the figureheads have fell
And lovers war with arrows over secrets they could tell
They tried to tame you looks like they'll try again
Wild boys never lose it, wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys, never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine
1 ago 2010
PASEO MAGICO: Mientras te quitas la piel
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Mientras te quitas la piel
desdibujando la mía
en los labios el susurro
de las manos que me tocan
más allá de la distancia...
© Verónica Curutchet
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