para despejar los malos pensamientos...

Given to fly ---Pearl Jam

He could've tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor,
waiting, locked out
He got up outta there,
ran for hundreds of miles

He made it to the ocean,
had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up,
set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, 'Hey, look at me now'
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh
He's.. flying.....whole

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers

He still stands
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly
High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He's flying
Oh, oh

Feliz... Feliz... no cumpleaños????

anoche sólo faltó el sombrerero loco y el conejo... pero los demás estaban todos! alicia, el conejo blanco, la reina de corazones.... las rosas blancas tratando de simular ser rojas .....

....cortenle la cabezaaaaaaaaa!

A perfect song...

Just Because. Jane´s Addiction...

If I were you
I'd better watch out
When was the last time
You did anything
Just for me
Or any one else
Just because?
Just because?
You, you really should have known
Yeah you, you really should have known
Just because
Just because


You got the most
But nobody loves you
Nobody has to
Just because
Just because

You, you really
should have known
Yeah you,
I think you really should have known
Just because
Just because

When we first met
We passed around gifts
That was a long time ago
And yours didn''t fit

Yeah you,
you really should have known
Yeah you, oh you really should have known
Just because
Just because
Just because

Un poema de Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, -- so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his faceI say,
"There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!