I don't wanna have to learn the hard way
I don't wanna fall along the side
while I keep on learning at this good race
I will testify
Sonatina
La princesa está triste... ¿Qué tendrá la princesa?
Los suspiros se escapan de su boca de fresa,
que ha perdido la risa, que ha perdido el color.
La princesa está pálida en su silla de oro,
está mudo el teclado de su clave sonoro,
y en un vaso, olvidada, se desmaya una flor.
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Ya no quiere el
palacio, ni la rueca de plata,
ni el halcón
encantado, ni el bufón escarlata,
ni los cisnes
unánimes en el lago de azur.
Y están tristes las
flores por la flor de la corte,
los jazmines de
Oriente, los nelumbos del Norte,
de Occidente las
dalias y las rosas del Sur.
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El jardín puebla el triunfo de los pavos reales.
Parlanchina, la dueña dice cosas banales,
y vestido de rojo piruetea el bufón.
La princesa no ríe, la princesa no siente;
la princesa persigue por el cielo de Oriente
la libélula vaga de una vaga ilusión.
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¡Pobrecita
princesa de los ojos azules!
Está presa en sus
oros, está presa en sus tules,
en la jaula de
mármol del palacio real;
el palacio soberbio
que vigilan los guardas,
que custodian cien
negros con sus cien alabardas,
un lebrel que no
duerme y un dragón colosal.
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¿Piensa, acaso, en el príncipe de Golconda o de China,
o en el que ha detenido su carroza argentina
para ver de sus ojos la dulzura de luz?
¿O en el rey de las islas de las rosas fragantes,
o en el que es soberano de los claros diamantes,
o en el dueño orgulloso de las perlas de Ormuz?
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¡Oh, quién fuera
hipsipila que dejó la crisálida!
(La princesa está
triste, la princesa está pálida)
¡Oh visión adorada
de oro, rosa y marfil!
¡Quién volara a la
tierra donde un príncipe existe,
—la princesa está
pálida, la princesa está triste—,
más brillante que el
alba, más hermoso que abril!
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¡Ay!, la pobre princesa de la boca de rosa
quiere ser golondrina, quiere ser mariposa,
tener alas ligeras, bajo el cielo volar;
ir al sol por la escala luminosa de un rayo,
saludar a los lirios con los versos de mayo
o perderse en el viento sobre el trueno del mar.
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—«Calla, calla,
princesa —dice el hada madrina—;
en caballo, con
alas, hacia acá se encamina,
en el cinto la
espada y en la mano el azor,
el feliz caballero
que te adora sin verte,
y que llega de
lejos, vencedor de la Muerte,
a encenderte los
labios con un beso de amor».
—Rubén Darío
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Your Woman (White Town)
Well I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
Who We Are (Imagine Dragons)
It’s who we are
Doesn’t matter if we’ve gone too far
Doesn’t matter if it’s all okay
Doesn’t matter if it’s not our day
Olivia (La Pegatina)
Olivia salió del infierno, para venirme a buscar. No la paró el respeto ni tampoco la dignidad.
Mareaba la perdiz, para que no me la comiera, siempre fue la más pirata del lugar.
Te gusta llamar al mal tiempo, si tu me llamas yo vengo.
Te gusta llamar al mal tiempo, si tu me llamas yo vengo.
Éramos tú y yo, Olivia,
bailando de sol a sol,
dos volcanes de ideas a punto pa' la explosión.
Tú y yo, Olivia,
bailando de sol a sol,
dos volcanes de ideas en erupción
bailando de sol a sol,
dos volcanes de ideas a punto pa' la explosión.
Tú y yo, Olivia,
bailando de sol a sol,
dos volcanes de ideas en erupción
The One I Love (R.E.M.)
This one goes out to the one i love
This one goes out to the one i've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one i love
Fire (she's comin' down on her own now)
Baby, It's Cold Outside (Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews)
I really can't stay - But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Ah, baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Oh beautiful, please don't hurry
Maybe just a half a drink more - Why don't you put some records on while I pour
The neighbours might think - Oh baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - There's no cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense of hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Ah, baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Oh beautiful, please don't hurry
Maybe just a half a drink more - Why don't you put some records on while I pour
The neighbours might think - Oh baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - There's no cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense of hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
I simply must go - Oh, baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - You know it's cold outside
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm - Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Oh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Like waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Eww, your lips are delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more - Never such a blizzard before
I've got to go home - Ah, baby, you would freeze out there
Say, lend me a comb - You know it's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ah but it's cold outside
The answer is no - You know it's cold outside
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm - Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Oh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Like waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Eww, your lips are delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more - Never such a blizzard before
I've got to go home - Ah, baby, you would freeze out there
Say, lend me a comb - You know it's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ah but it's cold outside
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She didn’t belong anywhere and she never really
belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People
thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People
always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too
wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that’s why she liked him—
because he just thought she was crazy.
because he just thought she was crazy.
-C. Joybell C.
Paradise Circus (Massive Attack)
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip
Love is like a sin, my love,
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again
“She
was the still point of the turning world, man. I never got over that girl.
Never. I mean... you know, I loved a lot of ladies, but not like that. That was
real. I’ll never forget the
first time I saw her. I didn’t know what had hit me. I didn’t know what to
do, cause it was so easy with all the other girls, but she wouldn’t look at me.
I was never the kind to pursue, if you know what I mean. That girl drove me crazy, man.”
-Trip
Fontaine, The
Virgin Suicides (1999)
Por la boca vive el pez (Fito & Fitipaldis)
Algo lo que me invade,
todo viene de dentro
Nunca lo que me sacie,
siempre quiero, lobo hambriento.
Todo me queda grande
para no estar contigo.
Sabes, quisiera darte
siempre un poco más de lo que te pido.
Sabes que soñaré,
si no estás, que me despierto contigo.
todo viene de dentro
Nunca lo que me sacie,
siempre quiero, lobo hambriento.
Todo me queda grande
para no estar contigo.
Sabes, quisiera darte
siempre un poco más de lo que te pido.
Sabes que soñaré,
si no estás, que me despierto contigo.
Sabes que quiero más,
no sé vivir solo con cinco sentidos.
Este mar cada vez guarda más barcos hundidos.
no sé vivir solo con cinco sentidos.
Este mar cada vez guarda más barcos hundidos.
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Days (Joelistics)
And it might not mean that much to you,
It means a lot to me, and it's got to be,
Something strange and familiar I still wanna feel it,
I still wanna feel the music
It means a lot to me, and it's got to be,
Something strange and familiar I still wanna feel it,
I still wanna feel the music
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