If i were a swan, i'd be gone. if i were a train, i'd be late. and if i were a good man, i'd talk with you more often than i do. If i were to sleep, i could dream. if i were afraid, i could hide. if i go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain. If i were the moon, i'd be cool. if i were a rule, i would bend for you. if i were a good man, i'd understand the spaces between friends. If i were alone, i would cry. and if i were with you, i'd be home and dry. and if i go insane, and they lock me away, will you still let me join in the game? If i were a swan, i'd be gone. if i were a train, i'd be late again. if i were a good man, i'd talk with you more often than i do.
We smile and smile We smile and smile Laughter echoes in your eyes We climb and climb We climb and climb [Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/E7Dt] Foot falls softly in the pines We cry and cry We cry and cry Sadness passes in a while We roll and roll We roll and roll Help me roll away the stone
Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds be like the deathly silence that lay all around
Hear the knock and hearten to the barking of the dog fox gone the ground see the splashing of the kingfisher flashing trough the water and the river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees laughing as it passes trough the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down all around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room
In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down all around me golden sunflakes covering the ground basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.
Heavy hung the canopy of blue Shade my eyes and I can see you White is the light that shines Through the dress that you wore She lay in the shadow of a wave Hazy were the visions overplayed Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine Made her blind every time Green is the colour of her kind Quickness of the eye deceives the mind Envy is the bond between The hopeful and the damned
Del film "More", dirigida por Barbet Schroeder.(1969).
Cymbaline - Pink Floyd
The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer and very high the ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby aprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine will the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme and it's high time, Cymbaline please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side the ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide your manager and agent are both busy on the phone selling coloured photographs to magazines back home and it's high time, Cymbaline please wake me
The lions converging where you stand, they must have moved the picture plain the leaves are heavy' round your feet, your hear the thunder of the train suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range and Doctor Strange is always changing size and it's high time, Cymbaline please wake me.
Klaatu - Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft
In your mind you have capacities, you know To telepath messages through the vast unknown Please close your eyes and concentrate With every thought you think Upon the recitation we're about to sing
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary Most extraordinary craft
You've been observing our Earth And we'd like to make a contact with you We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary Ultra-emissaries
Yes, we've been observing your Earth And one night we'll make a contact with you We are your friends
Calling occupants of interplanetary Quite extraordinary craft
And please come in peace we beseech you Only a landing will teach them Our Earth may never survive So do come, we beg you Please interstellar policeman Won't you give us a sign Give us a sign that we've reached you
With your mind you have ability to form And transmit thought energy Far beyond the norm You close your eyes, you concentrate Together, that's the way To send the message We declare World Contact Day
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary Most extraordinary craft
They used to tell me that I was just a fool Dreaming away my time But they soon found the more they put me down The more I blocked them from my mind I used to get my teacher so uptight He'd always have to ask his questions twice
I'd be a million miles away Drifting through time and space I was a million miles away from any place I was a million miles away In a world of my own A million miles away to parts unknown I'd be gone
My end-of-term reports would always show I did pretty well at school But I kept them hid from all the other kids I didn't want to seem uncool My homeroom teacher didn't understand The reason why I never raised my hand
I was a million miles away In a world of my own A million miles away in parts unknown I'd be gone
I've flown across the galaxies And been to Berkeley Square I've passed the time with Sophocles But never left my chair
But I'm a million miles away Drifting through time and space A million miles away from any place A million miles away I've built a world all my own A million miles away to parts unknown I'd be gone A million miles away
Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide? Agonizing psychotic solitary hours to decide Reaching for the light at the slightest noise from the floor Now your hands perspire heart goes leaping at a knock from the door
In the dead of night In the dead of night
Rich and powerful ascend complicated bends to be free To indulge in what they will any jaded thrill or fanstasy Shuttered windows that belie all the stifled cries from within And prying eyes are blind to proceedings of the kind that begin
All you cares Now they seem Oh so far away All your fears I fear I once shared Now I know There´s a future For all of us Not so long ago I was so scared You seemed so sad I could see Through your twisted smile So unsure Always confused Pale blue eyes Gazing down From your ivory tower Through the haze All broken and bruised Then: out of the blue Love came rushing in Out of the sky Came the sun Out of left field Came a lucky day Out of the blue No more pain I don´t mind If it´s only A passing craze Throwaway lines Often ring true If I were you I would stay For a little while I you were me Would you walk out In style?
Roxy Music - More than this I could feel at the time there was no way of knowing fallen leaves in the night who can say where they´re blowing as free as the wind and hopefully learning why the sea on the tide has no way of turning more than this - there is nothing more than this - tell me one thing more than this - there is nothing it was fun for a while there was no way of knowing like dream in the night who can say where we´re going no care in the world maybe i´m learning why the sea on the tide has no way of turning more than this - there is nothing more than this - tell me one thing more than this - there is nothing
Now the party's over I'm so tired Then I see you coming Out of nowhere Much communication in a motion Without conversation or a notion
Avalon
When the samba takes you Out of nowhere And the background's fading Out of focus Yes the picture's changing Every moment And your destination You don't know it
Avalon Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing
When you bossanova There's no holding Would you have me dancing Out of nowhere
Funny how I find myself in love with you If I could buy my reasoning I'd pay to lose
One half won't do
I've asked myself How much do you commit yourself?
It's my life Don't you forget It's my life It never ends (It never ends)
Funny how I blind myself I never knew If I was sometimes played upon Afraid to lose
I'd tell myself what good you do Convince myself
It's my life Don't you forget It's my life It never ends (It never ends)
(Instrumental)
I've asked myself How much do you commit yourself?
It's my life Don't you forget Caught in the crowd it never ends It's my life Don't you forget Caught in the crowd it never ends It's my life Don't you forget Caught in the crowd it never ends
Better parted I see people crying Truth gets harder There's no sense in lying
Help me Find a way from this maze
I can't help myself
When I see tenderness before you left (Forget) That even breaking up was never meant (Forget) But only angels look before they tread (Forget) (living in another world to you) (living in another world to you) (living in another world to you)
Better parted I see people hiding Speech gets harder There's no sense in writing
Help me Find a way from this maze
I can't help myself
When I see tenderness before you left (Forget) That even breaking up was never meant (Forget) But only angels look before they tread (Forget) (living in another world to you) (living in another world to you) (living in another world to you)
(Instrumental)
Help me Find a way from this maze I'm living in another world to you and I can't help myself
Did I see tenderness where you saw hell? (Forget) Did I see angels in the hand I held? (Forget) God only knows what kind of tale you'd tell (Forget) (living in another world to you) (living in another world to you) (living in another world to you)
La enfermedad celíaca consiste en una intolerancia permanente al gluten, proteína presente en cereales como el trigo, la avena, la cebada y el centeno (TACC). En personas predispuestas genéticamente produce una lesión en el intestino delgado, lo cual genera un defecto en la absorción y utilización de los nutrientes. Los síntomas típicos van desde trastornos en el desarrollo hasta diarrea crónica. A partir del diagnóstico la enfermedad, el paciente celíaco debe realizar una dieta estricta libre de gluten y mantenerla de por vida.
Desinformación, alimentos a precios imposibles y diagnósticos imprudentes. Los testimonios de quienes protagonizan la épica de sobrevivir sin gluten.
En mayo, el grupo promotor de la ley de celiaquía le hizo un pedido formal al vice-presidente Cobos para que se apruebe la ley. | Foto: Cedoc
En la Argentina hay 400 mil celíacos. Pero no todos lo saben; hay al menos 375 mil enfermos que aún no están diagnosticados y desconocen que padecen la enfermedad que afecta al 1% de la población de todo el mundo.
"La desinformación es muy peligrosa. No saber que uno está enfermo puede conducir a un agravamiento de los síntomas y las consecuencias son muy graves", explica Mirtha Fernández, que fue diagnosticada a los 38 años cuando advirtieron que su hija de tres era celíaca. "Apenas nos enteramos, mi marido y yo nos hicimos los análisis correspondientes y resultó que yo era celíaca".
Los productos para celíacos aumentaron 25% en un año
Mientras luchan para que el Congreso apruebe la ley que los proteja, padecen una suba excesiva en sus alimentos.
Los enfermos luchan desde hace años por una Ley Celíaca que los proteja. | Foto: DyN
La odisea de ser celíaco y vivir en la Argentina no cesa y se complejiza cada vez más. No existe una ley que los proteja. Padecen sus males sin la necesaria ayuda estatal. Y para colmo, la enfermedad -que padecen 400 mil argentinos aunque lo sepan sólo 25 mil- es cada vez más cara. Según un relevamiento de Perfil.com, gastan un 25% más que hace un año para su dieta libre de gluten.
25.000 MANOS… DAN UNA MANO Decile SI a la LEY CELÍACA Para que los Diputados la sancionen, para que el Ministerio de Salud la reglamente, ENVIÁ TU MANO >>
¿Para cuándo la ley celíaca? Desde el GPLC deseamos manifestar nuestro ESTADO DE VIGILIA mientras esperamos que la CÁMARA BAJA, vote la media sanción faltante para aprobar definitivamente la ley que proteja a los celíacos y les de igualdad de oportunidades en nuestra sociedad.
Valoramos el esfuerzo mancomunado de legisladores, asesores, profesionales de la salud, organizaciones, celíacos, familiares y amigos, reflejado en la media sanción del senado lograda en noviembre pasado y esperamos que las comisiones de salud e industria de la CAMARA DE DIPUTADOS actúen con la celeridad necesaria para que este gran avance se convierta en ley cuanto antes.
Si bien esta LEY a punto de ser promulgada, contempla la mayoría de las necesidades de los celíacos argentinos, esperamos que la reglamentación de la misma, asentada en el espíritu que los legisladores han manifestado en sus fundamentos, garantice la cobertura de todas ellas.
Dicha reglamentación deberá ser capaz de plasmar en textos claros y procedimientos sencillos, los objetivos que la misma promueve y que coinciden con los cuatro pilares propuestos por el GPLC desde sus inicios:
1) Rotulado seguro de todos los productos de consumo humano. 2) Detección y control de la enfermedad celíaca. 3) Incorporación del diagnóstico y tratamiento de la EC al PMO. 4) Educación, concientización y difusión de la problemática celíaca.
La princesa de Gales, más conocida con el nombre de lady Di, nació en Park House, Sandringham (Norfolk), el 1 de julio de 1961 y falleció en el hospital La Petié Salpetrière de París la noche del 30 al 31 de agosto de 1997. Alcanzó popularidad mundial por su matrimonio con Carlos, heredero de la corona británica, su posterior divorcio y, aún más, por su prematura muerte.
Hija menor de John Spencer, octavo conde de Althorp, y de Frances Ruth Roche, Diana Spencer creció en una familia de la pequeña nobleza junto a sus dos hermanas, Sarah y Jane, y su hermano menor, Carlos. Pasó los primeros años de su vida en la residencia familiar de Sandringham, donde recibió su primera educación, de manos de institutrices. En 1968, tras el divorcio del matrimonio Spencer, Diana quedó bajo custodia paterna, y aquel mismo año ingresó en la escuela de King´s Lynn. En 1970 se trasladó al internado femenino de Riddlesworth Hall y en 1973 ingresó en West Heath, otro internado en el condado de Kent. Entre 1977 y 1978 estudió en Suiza y finalmente se estableció en Londres, donde trabajó para varias empresas hasta que en noviembre de 1977 conoció a Carlos, heredero del trono británico, con quien entabló noviazgo dos años después. Continuar lectura: www.biografiasyvidas.com/...
Candle In The Wind: A Princess Diana Tribute
Recordando a Lady Di
Su labor como embajadora de causas humanitarias fue una tarea de largos años. Antes de experimentar una especie de revelación, había prestado su nombre, más que su tiempo, a algunas buenas causas. "De repente notó que en el momento en que ella llegaba a un evento para recaudar fondos, se conseguía dinero", explicó la ya fallecida directora de la legendaria Harper's Bazaar. "A pesar de que no le gustaba demasiado vestirse de fiesta y dar un discurso, se dio cuenta al hacerlo que obtenía un montón de dinero". La fascinación que el público sentía por la princesa se tradujo en incontables cheques en blanco a favor de organizaciones benéficas. En una subasta, ella bromeó con Lord Jeffrey Archer, "Si Jeffrey quisiera, yo firmaría este mantel y conseguiríamos otras 11.000 libras". Sin perder un segundo, Jeffrey gritó: "¡Señoras y caballeros, su Alteza Real ha aceptado firmar este mantel!". Se equivocó: se vendió por 12.500. Continuar lectura: www.hola.com/...
El 17 de julio de 1932, hijo de inmigrantes españoles, nació en Mendoza Joaquín Salvador Lavado, mejor conocido como Quino. Cuenta Quino que dibujó desde siempre: "La decisión la tomé a los tres años, cuando quedé una noche al cuidado de mi tío Joaquín y él se puso a dibujar para entretenerme y me di cuenta de todo lo que podía salir de un lápiz. Yo quería ser dibujante de historietas". Al terminar la primaria, en 1945, año en que fallece su madre, decide inscribirse en la Escuela de Bellas Artes. Soñaba con publicar un dibujo en la revista de Divito Rico Tipo, de Buenos Aires. Deja la Escuela en 1948, decidido a convertirse en dibujante humorístico. Ese año fallece su padre.
El sentido del humor ha perdido efectividad ante el cinismo de políticos y gobernantes, que han caído en un exceso de impunidad; ahí está, por ejemplo, el caso del presidente estadounidense George W. Bush, un tipo del que todo mundo sabe que emprendió la guerra contra Iraq por interés personal y por el petróleo de ese país, «pero a él le importa un pepino lo que piense la gente», expresó el dibujante argentino Quino. Continuar lectura: www.voltairenet.org/...
QUINO Y MAFALDA HOMENAJEADOS EN SAN TELMO
Lunes 31 de agosto de 2009
Con una multitud de gente presente para aclamar al creador de Mafalda, se realizó el homenaje al dbujante humorista Joaquín Salvador Lavado -Quino- ayer domingo 30 de agosto a las 15 hs. en el barrio porteño de San Telmo, en pleno centro de Buenos Aires.
Quino fue el primero en recibir una medalla del Bicentenario mediante el Programa Puertas del Bicentenario, así como descubrió la estatua de su célebre personaje Mafalda -obra del escultor Pablo Irrgang-, que estará sentada en un banco de ahora en más, en la esquina de las calles Chile y Defensa, en el barrio de San Telmo.
Mafalda es el nombre de una historieta argentina creada por Quino en 1964, cuyopersonaje principal es una niña de clase media argentina con unaparticular visión del mundo.
Mafalda, una pequeña niña preocupada por la humanidad y la paz mundial, que se rebela contra la forma en que es el mundo, apareció en tiras cómicas en diarios argentinos de 1964 a 1973, y fue también muy popular en Latinoamérica en general, España y otros países europeos. Mafalda: Es peleadora,pensadora, soñadora y nunca faltan en sus comentarios referencias a lasituación del mundo y del país. A Mafalda le gustan Los Beatles y el Pájaro Loco. Su comida preferida son los panqueques que le gustan tanto que es capaz de comer sopa (fideos), plato que odia, para poder comereste postre. Nació el 15 de marzo de 1962. Primera aparición 29 de septiembre de 1964.
La trayectoria de Mafalda abarca el periodo comprendido entre los años 1964 y 1973, en tres publicaciones: "Primera Plana", "El Mundo" y "Siete Dias Ilustrados". Bastante antes de la despedida oficial de la tira, en junio de 1973, Quino, y nadie más que él, se había dado cuenta de que encontraba agotado y que no podía insistir sin repitirse. A diferencia de otros colegas suyos, como Schulz (creador de los Peanuts), que han hecho perdurar las tiras apoyándose en un equipo de guionistas y dibujantes, Quino se resistió siempre a perder el contacto personal con su creación. Jamás quiso adoptar esta modalidad de trabajo por considerarla no adecuada a su estilo, así como tampoco nunca ha utilizado un mecanismo particular de trabajo. Antes que nadie lo pudiera percibir, Quino supo que Mafalda había cumplido su cometido.
Los diez libros editados sobre Mafalda no recogen exhaustivamente las andanzas del personaje que Umberto Eco definiera como una "heroína iracunda que rechaza al mundo tal cual es [...] reivindicando su derecho a seguir siendo una niña que no quiere hacerse cargo de un universo adulterado por los padres".
Las grandes empresas sojeras nacionales e internacionales están manipulando y presionando para torcer el brazo del gobierno por las retenciones.
Ganan millones pero no se conforman, quieren más, más y más, no les interesa el daño ambiental, las consecuencias de los monocultivos y la reducción de los bosques naturales, el uso indiscriminado de los agro-tóxicos, para la salud y la alimentación de la población.
El gobierno en todo esto fue permisivo, ambicioso con tal de lograr más retenciones del agro. Por lo tanto son socios en generar la desgracia ajena y hoy están enfrentados a ver quien se queda con el pedazo mas grande de la torta.
No hay un proyecto de país que permita regular los recursos naturales y prever políticas a corto, mediano y largo plazo, en un desarrollo sostenible y de respeto a la Madre Naturaleza. Están vendiendo el país al mejor postor con total impunidad. Confunden desarrollo con explotación y son como las termitas, devoran todo lo que encuentran al paso.
Se jugó pésimo y horrible, pero que bueno fue festejar una victoria de visitante. Y Boca tiene que ganar siempre, hasta jugando mal. Y Palermo es un ejemplo de esto, juega mal, pero él hace goles siempre, y para eso està. Boca fue un error en todas sus líneas. La defensa sigue mostrando debilidad ante los centros y los laterales son una avenida. Paletta saca todo de abajo, pero no cabecea una!, y Cáceres tiene que defender por los cuatros del fondo. Morel como Ibarra desentonan en todo, tanto en ataque como en defensa. Del medio campo ni hablar. Medel sigue siendo un crack a la espera, ni defiende ni ataca. Insúa es un jugador ofensivo, no puede ser un Dátolo y hablando de Jesús, como se te extraña. Rosada todavía no entró en ritmo futbolístico y Marino esta más pendiente de que no le pase nada a los botines de Román que de generar fútbol. Pablo Mouche y Palermo siguen siendo una dupla despareja, cuando el “Loco” está en el área el 7 intenta una jugada personal que no termina en nada. Se ganó que es lo importante, pero Boca siente la falta de Román y sigue sufriendo con los centros en contra. Coco, resolvemos esto?, la única forma de solucionarlo es laburando con la defensa, si se trabajó en la semana, no se notó, como siempre. Falta mucho para mejorar, pero si se gana en el camino muchisimo mejor. Pero para salir campeones, Boca no se puede dar el lujo de perder puntos de local.
Such a heinous deviation, these are no clues I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
Just the thought of ironing gives me spasms of lust I creep up to old wrecked cars and lick off the rust I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
Mother used to try to metal in my affairs Keep your nose up off that grindstone, people Will stare Get the lead out of your pants and change your Underwear
I've been stealing baby bottles since I was born I'll go blind from balling bearings, doctors have Warned I like making out with steel-rimmed glasses More than horned
Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream Phillip Glass is a Mineralist to the extreme
I like tickling ivories and fingering stones When my mercury goes up I play with my bone
Peole take for granite my perversion is wrong I'm not harming anyone by beating my gong I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
I'll make love to minerals as long as I can And in fifty years I'll be a jaded old man I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
Roger Waters - 5:01 AM (The Pros And Cons Of Hitchhiking)
An angel on a Harley Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone Puts his bike up on it's stand Leans back and then extends A scarred and greasy hand...he said He said, how ya doin bro? Where ya been? Where ya goin'? Then he takes your hand In some strange Californian handshake And breaks the bone [Whiny person:] "Have a nice day, hehe"
A housewife from Encino Whose husband's on the golf course With his book of rules Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back To take a second look at you You flex your rod Fish takes the hook Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath Another number in your little black book
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking Oh babe, I must be dreaming
I'm standing on the leading edge The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes Jump, says Yoko Ono I'm too scared and too good looking, I cried Go on, she says Why don't you give it a try? Why prolong the agony all men must die Do you remember Dick Tracy? Do you remember Shane? [Child:] "And mother wants you." Could you see him selling tickets Where the buzzard circles over [Child:] "Shane." The body on the plain Did you understand the music Yoko Or was it all in vain? [Child:] "Shane..." The bitch said something mystical (Herro) So I stepped back on the kerb again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking Oh babe, I must be dreaming again These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
I used to think the world was flat Rarely threw my hat into the crowd I felt I had used up my quota of yearning Used to look in on the children at night In the glow of their Donald Duck light And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning But, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing through the endless night Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning Who is the strongest Who is the best Who holds the aces The East Or the West This is the crap our children are learning But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellite's confused 'Cause on Saturday night The airwaves were full of compassion and light And his silicon heart Warmed to the sight of a billion candles burning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Billy
I'm not saying that the battle is won But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Sylvester Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning ... Lyrics by Roger Waters
So we left Beirut Willa and I He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic Success! An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus ' The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver " J'ai pas de l'argent " " Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door I stooped to look inside at the two men there One besuited, bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late The other, the one who had spoken, Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton shirt With one biro in the breast pocket A clerk maybe, slightly sunken in the seat "Venez!" He said again, and smiled "Mais j'ai pas de l'argent" "Oui, Oui, d'accord, Venez!"
Are these the people that we should bomb Are we so sure they mean us harm Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime Is this a mountain that we really want to climb The road is hard, hard and long Put down that two by four This man would never turn you from his door Oh George! Oh George! That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small
He beckoned with a small arthritic motion of his hand Fingers together like a child waving goodbye The driver put my old Hofner guitar in the boot with my rucksack And off we went " Vous etes Francais, monsieur? " " Non, Anglais " " Ah! Anglais " " Est-ce que vous parlais Anglais, Monsieur? " "Non, je regrette" And so on In small talk between strangers, his French alien but correct Mine halting but eager to please A lift, after all, is a lift Late moustache left us brusquely And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb Swung through a U-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust I opened the door and got out But my benefactor made no move to follow The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet And waving away my thanks returned to the boot Only to reappear with a pair of alloy crutches Which he leaned against the rear wing of the Mercedes. He reached into the car and lifted my companion out Only one leg, the second trouser leg neatly pinned beneath a vacant hip " Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme "
When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream She handed me the keys to the car We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze Got bust in Antibes by the cops And fleeced in Naples by the wops But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes Our dads had helped them win the war When we all knew what we were fighting for But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge
"Ma femme", thank God! Monopod but not queer The taxi drove off leaving us in the dim light of the swinging bulb No building in sight What the hell "Merci monsieur" "Bon, Venez!" His faced creased in pleasure, he set off in front of me Swinging his leg between the crutches with agonising care Up the dusty side road into the darkness After half an hour we'd gone maybe half a mile When on the right I made out the low profile of a building He called out in Arabic to announce our arrival And after some scuffling inside a lamp was lit And the changing angle of light in the wide crack under the door Signalled the approach of someone within The door creaked open and there, holding a biblical looking oil lamp Stood a squat, moustached woman, stooped smiling up at us She stood aside to let us in and as she turned I saw the reason for her stoop She carried on her back a shocking hump I nodded and smiled back at her in greeting, fighting for control The gentleness between the one-legged man and his monstrous wife Almost too much for me
Is gentleness too much for us Should gentleness be filed along with empathy We feel for someone else's child Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise America, America, please hear us when we call You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle You got Atticus Finch You got Jane Russell You got freedom of speech You got great beaches, wildernesses and malls Don't let the might, the Christian right, fuck it all up For you and the rest of the world
They talked excitedly She went to take his crutches in routine of care He chiding, gestured We have a guest She embarrassed by her faux pas Took my things and laid them gently in the corner "Du the?" We sat on meagre cushions in one corner of the single room The floor was earth packed hard and by one wall a raised platform Some six foot by four covered by a simple sheet, the bed The hunchback busied herself with small copper pots over an open hearth And brought us tea, hot and sweet And so to dinner Flat, unleavened bread, + thin Cooked in an iron skillet over the open hearth Then folded and dipped into the soft insides of female sea urchins My hostess did not eat, I ate her dinner She would hear of nothing else, I was their guest And then she retired behind a curtain And left the men to sit drinking thimbles full of Arak Carefully poured from a small bottle with a faded label Soon she reappeared, radiant Carrying in her arms their pride and joy, their child. I'd never seen a squint like that So severe that as one eye looked out the other disappeared behind its nose
Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules History's not written by the vanquished or the damned Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam In 1961 they took this child into their home I wonder what became of them In the cauldron that was Lebanon If I could find them now, could I make amends? How does the story end?
And so to bed, me that is, not them Of course they slept on the floor behind a curtain Whilst I lay awake all night on their earthen bed Then came the dawn and then their quiet stirrings Careful not to wake the guest I yawned in great pretence And took the proffered bowl of water heated up and washed And sipped my coffee in its tiny cup And then with much "merci-ing" and bowing and shaking of hands We left the woman to her chores And we men made our way back to the crossroads The painful slowness of our progress accentuated by the brilliant morning light The dolmus duly reappeared My host gave me one crutch and leaning on the other Shook my hand and smiled "Merci, monsieur," I said " De rien " " And merci a votre femme, elle est tres gentille " Giving up his other crutch He allowed himself to be folded into the back seat again "Bon voyage, monsieur," he said And half bowed as the taxi headed south towards the city I turned North, my guitar over my shoulder And the first hot gust of wind Quickly dried the salt tears from my young cheeks.
Habiendo tantos temas importantes y Ud. habla de que no falte el fùtbol para los pobres. Tanta inseguridad, falta de trabajo, el abandono del estado para con el pueblo, tanta corrupciòn...
The Style Council - Shout to the Top (Paul Weller)
I was half in mind - I was half in need, And as the rain came down - I dropped to my knees and prayed I said "oh Heavenly thing - please cleanse my soul, I've seen all on offer and I'm not impressed at all".
I was halfway home - I was half insane, And every shop window I looked in just looked the same I said send me a sign to save my life 'Cause at this moment in time there is nothing certain in these day's of mine
Y'see it's a frightening thing when it dawns upon you That I know as much as the day I was born And though I wasn't asked (I might as well stay An) promise myself each and every day - that -
When you're knocked on your back - an' your life's a flop and when you're down on the bottom there's nothing else but to shout to the top - shout
omeone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio And they told the world just how you felt It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat They never said your name But I knew just who they meant.
I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too If by chance you heard it for yourself I never told a soul just how I've been feeling about you But they said it really loud They said it on the air On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa oh oh oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh
Now, now Don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our song Things are not the same since we broke up last June The only thing that I wanna hear is that you love me still And that you think you'll be comin' home real soon Whoa, oh, yeah, yeah And it made me feel proud when I heard you say You couldn't find the words to say it yourself And now in my heart I know I can say what I really feel 'Cause they said it really loud They said it on the air On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio
Played in shorter version: If you think that love isn't found on the radio Well tune right in you may find the love you lost 'Cause now I'm sitting here with the man I sent away long ago It sounded really loud They said it really loud On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh
(end)
Played in longer version: Sendin' in a letter to tell them that I love you, too If you hear it, maybe you will know When you hear them read the line about love's return on theradio You'll think about the two of us and you'll come home Whoa, oh, oh, If you knew just how I'd felt why'd you make me wait? Life goes on and on while you play with my heart Don't hold on any longer 'cause now I know how you really feel 'Cause I heard it really loud They said it on the air On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh
Now, If you think that love isn't found on the radio Then tune right in you may find the love you lost 'Cause now I'm sittin here with the man I sent away long ago It sounded really loud They said it really loud On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh On the radio Whoa, oh, oh,
Diana Krall, Elvis Costello & Willie Nelson - Crazy
I'm crazy...crazy for feeling so lonely i'm crazy crazy for feeling so blue i knew that you'd love me as long as you wanted and then some day you'd leave me for somebody new worry...why do i let myself worry wondering what in the world did i do i'm crazy for thinking that my love could hold you i'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying and i'm crazy for loving you i'm crazy for thinking...
Wait a minute baby... Stay with me awhile Said you'd give me light But you never told be about the fire Drowning in the sea of love Where everyone would love to drown And now it's gone It doesn't matter anymore When you build your house Call me home And he was just like a great dark wing Within the wings of a storm I think I had met my match -- he was singing And undoing the laces Undoing the laces Drowning in the sea of love Where everyone would love to drown And now it's gone It doesn't matter anymore When you build your house Call me home Hold on The night is coming and the starling flew for days I'd stay home at night all the time I'd go anywhere, anywhere Ask me and I'm there because I care Sara, you're the poet in my heart Never change, never stop And now it's gone It doesn't matter what for When you build your house I'll come by Drowning in the sea of love Where everyone would love to drown And now it's gone It doesn't matter anymore When you build your house Call me home All I ever wanted Was to know that you were dreaming (There's a heartbeat And it never really died)
Love hurts love scares love wounds and mares any heart Not tough nor strong enough to take a lot of pain Take a lot of pain love is like a cloud holds a lot of rain. Love hurts love hurts I'm young I know but even so I know a thing or two I've learned from you I've really learned a lot really learned a lot. Love is like a stove burns you when it's hot. Love hurts love hurts some fools rave of happiness
Blissfulness togetherness some fools fool themselves I guess
But they're not fooling me I know it isn't true
No it isn't ture. Love is just a lie made to make you blue. Love hurts love hurts.
Love hurts love scares love wounds and mares any heart . . .
Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, Susie Q.
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Susie Q.
(solo)
You say that you'll be true, You say that you'll be true, You say that you'll be true, baby I love you, Susie Q.
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/aQl] You say that you'll be mine, You say that you'll be mine, You say that you'll be mine, baby all the time, Susie Q.
(solo)
Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q baby I love you, Susie Q.
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Susie Q.
Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q baby I love you, Susie Q.
I've paid my dues Time after time I've done my sentence But committed no crime And bad mistakes I've made a few I've had my share of sand Kicked in my face But I've come through And I need to go on and on and on and on
We are the champions - my friend And we'll keep on fighting till the end We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions of the world
I've taken my bows And my curtain calls You've bought me fame and fortune And everything that goes with it I thank you all But it's been no bed of roses no pleasure cruise I consider it a challenge before the whole human race And I ain't gonna lose And I need to go on and on and on and on
We are the champions - my friend And we'll keep on fighting till the end We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions of the world
We are the champions - my friend And we'll keep on fighting till the end We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions.
Gracias al matrimonio reinante hemos caído tan bajo que costará muchísimo recomponernos, los únicos que aplauden este desastre y vergüenza internacional, son aquellos que está lucrando de las mil maneras que han inventado y los funcionario permiten. El que no es ñoqui, tiene varios planes sociales en su familia, otros reciben subsidios para supuestas obras de carácter social, muchos tienen "mini emprendimientos" que subsidia el estado pero nunca trabajan, los más preparaditos figuran como "asesores" de diputados o senadores, también están los que licitan y ganan obras públicas para después conseguir "mayores costos" que siempre triplican lo licitado, negociados publicitarios, permisos para instalar salas de juegos, etc. etc. etc. son tantas las variables y además todos los días inventan una nueva, que no es fácil hacer un corto listado.
Una denuncia por malversación de fondos de caudales públicos y violación de los deberes de funcionario público recayó sobre la presidenta Cristina Fernández de Kirchner. Se trata de una presentación impulsada por el abogado Enrique Parigini por el acuerdo reciente entre el Gobierno y la AFA.
Parigini, que en julio pasado había pedido que la Justicia convoque a los inquilinos de los K, señaló que "en el caso del fútbol, hay una norma vigente que dice que el Estado nacional no puede contratar con deudores fiscales", de manera que "si los clubes están en rojo, que es de público conocimiento, al estar representados por la AFA, en forma indirecta están concertando una contratación con personas jurídicas que no podrían de ninguna manera estar en co-contratación con el Estado", indicó el abogado. "Hay una norma que lo prohibe", destacó.
Caleta Olivia, Santa Cruz.
Hobby: music psicodèlica (jazz, progresiva, funk, rock, rock sinfònico, nacionales de Argentina; usar el Paint Shop Pro; Boca Juniors, El màs Grande; El Mar y Diana Krall.
NO A LA VIOLENCIA!
NO AL ABANDONO DE ANIMALES!
NO A LA ANIQUILACION DE LA NATURALEZA!
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