LO QUE LE CUENTO A LA LUNA
Esto no pretende ser un tratado sobre mi... Ni tan sólo estoy segura de escribir lo que realmente siento.
O tal vez sí. Es tan sólo el fruto de lo que vomita en forma de palabras mi torpe materia gris.
Algunas veces vivo y otras veces la vida se me va con lo que escribo... Y es que... algunas veces suelo recostar mi cabeza sobre el hombro de la Luna
31 agosto 2007
28 agosto 2007
Woooow! ... Nuevo disco a la vista!
If You Were A Sailboat - Katie Melua
If you were a cowboy i would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood id nail you to the floor,
If you were a sailboat i would sail you to the shore
If you were a river i would swim you,
If you were a house i would live in you all my days,
If you were a preacher i would begin to change my ways
Sometimes i belive in fate but the chances we create
always seem to ring more true,
You took a chance on loving me i took a chance on loving you
If i was in jail i know you would spring me,
If i was a telephone i know you would ring me all day long,
If i was in pain i know you would sing me soothing songs
Sometimes i belive in fate but the chances we create
always seem to ring more true,
You took a chance on loving me i took a chance on loving you
If i was hungry you would feed me,
If i was in darkness you would lead me to the light,
If i was a book i know you would read me every night,
If you were a cowboy i would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood id nail you to the floor,
If you were a sailboat i would sail you to the shore

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25 agosto 2007
Descubriendo cositas
A veces una se pierde por estos mundos virtuales y se tropieza con maravillas como esta...
Rosa Passos (izquierda) e Ivete Sangalo (derecha)
Y como esta...
Y como esta...
(Ojito al sólo de guitarra del Sr. Ximo Tebar)
04 agosto 2007
Mirando...

Es curioso, si cierras los párpados desaparece. Y al abrirlos vuelve a estar ahí. — Ah, es verdad, es como si lo acariciaras cada vez que parpadeas — ¿Sigue sin molestarte? Quizás lo haga algún día... Quizás desaparezca de ese fondo marrón para siempre... O quizás, al acostarte, si los mantienes abiertos cinco minutos mirando a tu lado izquierdo y te duermes de repente lo aprisiones para siempre.
Me gusta tanto ver mi reflejo en tus pupilas...