Tiempo

El tiempo, que no tiene ningún otro límite que el que le intenta poner cada uno de nosotros, es un mar sin fin que nos rodea. Es un presente continuo y sin marejadas. Y nos atrapa a tal punto que no tiene variantes en ninguna dimensión más que en la ilusión regulada por las mentes y cuerpos. Al tiempo lo respiramos y lo evitamos. Lo disfrutamos y lo perdemos. Estamos sincronizados en una danza despareja de a dos. Y nos quedamos con nuestras sensaciones, nuestra creación; adentro. Nada de lo que viene de aquí, desde aquí mismo en sí, detrás de los ojos, está allá afuera; allí afuera. Donde el tiempo más se dobla; donde más se desdobla, es aquí. Y tiene más lugar en cierto sentido. En donde están más cerca el sentimiento y la voluntad. Allí el tiempo se encuentra, y a él (o ella) le encontramos un lugar. Enorme o pequeño para nosotros, al tiempo siempre lo hacemos entrar. Sin detenerlo ni entenderlo. Sin creerlo vivo en realidad,

To The Unknown Man

la compu no muerde.... ABSORBE !!

Una voz firme cuando todo un mundo parece haberse marchado. Esa voz, nacida en un pasado que casi se quedó sin espacio ni dimensión. Sin importar cuántos años, está presente y entonada al máximo. Manda, opina y cuestiona aumentando su presencia física, que ya es bastante. Calla, cuando sólo queda perdido el sonido entre los pensamientos intrincados, en los recovecos de sus días. Son momentos lúcidos y activos, que no comienzan nunca a dar lugar a la senectud total, que espera su turno al costado de un largo pasillo, mientras pasan las pequeñas y empedradas cuestiones de la vida.

Mama, Won\'t You Keep Those Castles In The Air & Burning -CYHSY-

Invisible like all the reasons Dark and cold like all the seasons Things are not as you would have them I'm no man and you're no woman I guess I hope to see you sometime Though our paths will never intertwine again I hope you notice I'm no hare and you're no tortoise And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead An idea in your head and a compass in your hand On a mission to a foreign land So now I'm out for political favors A salary that corresponds with labor Big house and a morning paper Good fences that make good neighbors I'm at the end This here my rope Another year to write and read the book I wrote Now dialing out For a good time To bathroom wall Toss it a dime Dead king dead swing Ali look out! We have new rules To do without You talk of Jesus Until I'm well red The man is Swimming Swimming Swimming in my head Why settle down? Why even try? Me tiger mouth Meet bloodless eye So drop dead stock What fallen tree? I leave New York For other cities Which let me play With gas and fire Took out an ad Best friend for hire Know that Mama told me Never to come But I came softly, slowly Banging me metal drum Like Berryman Bed-wet poet fears That better man drink taller beers Like scientist I lost my glove To bloody fists And harder drugs So split the night And we get young Like sacred cow Without a tongue who sang a song sing "time does not cut deep But cuts most absurdly....." so la da dum

The skin of my yellow country teeth -CYHSY-

Once - The dogs have quit their barking "Son," - my neighbor said to me. "Know the emptiness of talking blue the same old sheep." Run - I'll do no more this walking Haunted by a past I just can't see Anymore Anymore But let me tell you I have never planned To let go of the hand that has been Clinging by its thick country skin To my yellow country teeth Far - Far away from West Virginia I - Will try on New York City Explaining that the sky holds the Wind the sun rushes in and a child With a shotgun can shoot down Honeybees that sting BUT THIS BOY COULD USE A LITTLE STING! Who - Will get me to a party? Who - Do I have yet to meet? You - You look a bit like coffee And you taste a bit like me How - Can I keep me from moving? Now - I need a change of scenery Just listen to me I won't pretend to Understand the movement of the wind Or the waves out in the ocean or how Like the hours I change softly slowly Plainly blindly oh me oh my!

Heavy metal -Clap your hands say yeah-

Now all the secrets of old age They tell us we should really stop They implore us oh They should adore us oh It's been a year and now we find We're lost behind enemy lines They're gunning for us oh But they never even met us oh What happened to our heavy metal? What happened to our coat of arms? We find that we're stuck in the middle Picking up the pieces of our hearts And there will be no comfort For all that we have lost The actors seemed so happy But somehow ended all washed up What happened to our heavy metal? What happened to our coat of arms? We find that we're stuck in the middle Picking up the pieces of our hearts

Bacchanale de Vangelis

Comptine - Yann Tiersen -

caminar

el golf - domingo d tarde

lo mismo arriba que abajo

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