¿Qué es un cerro?
Un númerro.
domingo, 8 de marzo de 2009
sábado, 7 de marzo de 2009
Schism
Tool - Schism
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
And I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
And I know the pieces fit
viernes, 6 de marzo de 2009
A intentarlo
"El verdadero perdedor no es aquel que no gana. El verdadero perdedor es aquel que tiene tanto miedo a no ganar que ni siquiera lo intenta."(Pequeña Miss Sunshine, 2006)
jueves, 5 de marzo de 2009
miércoles, 4 de marzo de 2009
lunes, 2 de marzo de 2009
Betty la fea
Era una tía tan fea, tan fea, tan fea, que su marido se la llevaba al trabajo para no tener que darle un beso de despedida.
domingo, 1 de marzo de 2009
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