Declaración de intenciones

Este blog intenta tener cubiertos al menos dos sentidos del hipotético visitante: la vista y el oído. La vista resulta evidente y el oído se consigue haciendo clic en el título de cada entrada.
Espero que lo disfrutéis.

viernes, 27 de junio de 2008

La tabla del tres


Me gusta el tres ¡Dios lo bendiga!
Que come mucho porque tiene dos barrigas.
Me gusta el tres por comilón:
De todo come siempre una doble ración.

Me gusta el tres por elegante
que siempre lleva sus barrigas por delante.
Me gusta el tres, número non,
sus dos barrigas: la sandía y el melón.

3 x 1=3
Tres pedazos de una nuez.
3 x 2 son 6
¡Y a comer el entremés!
3 x 3 son 9
Se comió los dos percebes
3 x 4=12
Come como se te antoje
3 x 5=15
La barriga no te pinche
3 x 6 son 18
Aunque comas un bizcocho
3 x 7=21
Si te cabe una aceituna
3 x 8=24
Doble de bicarbonato
3 x 9=27
Ya no comas cacahuetes
3 x 10 resultan 30
Dos barrigas que revientan
Dos barrigas que revientan
Dos barrigas que revientan...
¡YA!

© Miliki

jueves, 26 de junio de 2008

Walking wounded

Is it safe to look within
And erase all that's been
And all that's been between
Is it gone, tell me what went wrong
'cause baby I’m not that strong

And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
All Alone

Are you comfortable and numb
Do they all succumb
To all those lies
Does it satisfy the greed
Is it all you need
Is it all you want
Well baby I’m not that strong

And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
And baby I’m not that strong
And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
All Alone

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Baby, now
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

If your memories do stray
Then they'll betray
All that's past
And all that's been between
Is it gone, tell me what went wrong
'cause baby I'm not that strong

And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
And baby I’m not that strong
And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
All Alone

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Baby, now
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

How does it feel?
How does it feel?

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Baby, now

© The tea party

viernes, 20 de junio de 2008

Three blind mice


Three blind mice,
Three blind mice
See how they run,
See how they run!

They all ran after
The farmer's wife
Who cut off their tails
With a carving knife
Did you ever see
Such a thing in your life
As three blind mice?

Popular

miércoles, 18 de junio de 2008

Dear East


Dear East, I wanted to run away, on a dappled grey, with a nimbus as my guide.
Dear East, I wanted to find a house I would be born in, live in, love in, and die.

I wanted so much.

Dear East, I wanted to have the sea, beyond my front door, the wood through windowpanes.
Dear East, I wanted to have my heart, growing in the garden, one beauteous and arcane.

I wanted so much.

Dear East, I wanted to run.
I wanted to find.
Dear East, I wanted the sea.
I wanted to have my heart.

I want you to have my heart.

© Meghan Coffee

viernes, 13 de junio de 2008

Locking up the sun


They're locking up the sun, the light of reason’s gone,
And hope has been successfully undone
The question's burning on, where is it coming from?
No-one seems to know the monster born

It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day
Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time
Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away
Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime

They're locking up the sun, they have their chosen one,
you know this time they'll make him play along
They're taking to the arms, the fathers and their sons,
there's nowhere left to run and hide

It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day
Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time
Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away
Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime

And in the emptiness, there's the solution,
just look within yourself for absolution

And in the emptiness, there's the solution,
just look within yourself for absolution

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day
Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time
Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away
Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime

© Poets of the fall

miércoles, 11 de junio de 2008

When the water breaks


Situación: Una boda
Estado de ánimo después de cuatro horas: Aburrimiento cansancio, desesperación, de todo un poco.
Solución: Disparar a lo primero que tienes delante, a ser posible con una cámara, claro.

Música © Liquid Tension Experiment

sábado, 7 de junio de 2008

Tu nombre me sabe a yerba


Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero, cerré mi puerta una mañana y eché a andar.
Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero, dejé los montes y me vine al mar.
Tu nombre me sabe a yerba de la que nace en el valle a golpes de sol y de agua.
Tu nombre me lleva atado en un pliegue de tu talle y en el bies de tu enagua.

Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero, aunque estás lejos yo te siento a flor de piel.
Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero, se hace más corto el camino aquél.
Tu nombre me sabe a yerba de la que nace en el valle a golpes de sol y de agua.
Tu nombre me lleva atado en un pliegue de tu talle y en el bies de tu enagua.

Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero, mi voz se rompe como el cielo al clarear.
Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero, dejé los montes y me vine al mar.
© Joan Manuel Serrat

jueves, 5 de junio de 2008

Rainy days and Mondays


Talking to myself and feeling odd
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I don't belong
Walking around, some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
It's nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me

What I feel is come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me

What I feel is come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hanging around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Hanging around, nothing to do to but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
© The Carpenters

martes, 3 de junio de 2008

Hoy cumple mi niña un añito más


Hoy cumple mi niña
un añito más
Sus ojitos brillan
de felicidad
Rojas las mejillas
llenas de ilusión
Y no cabe el gozo,
y no cabe el gozo en su corazón
Feliz cumpleaños
mi niña chiquita
Con cuanta emoción
apaga las velitas
Los padres se encantan
mirando a la hijita partiendo la tarta
con sus amiguitas
feliz cumpleaños
mi niña bonita

Hoy cumple mi niña
un añito más
Mi niña chiquita
qué bonita está
La miro y la miro
con felicidad
Que cumple mi hijita,
que cumple mi hijita un añito más.
Feliz cumpleaños
mi niña chiquita
Con cuanta emoción
apaga las velitas
Los padres se encantan
mirando a la hijita partiendo la tarta
con sus amiguitas
Feliz cumpleaños
mi niña bonita

© Perlita de Huelva