A little something from The Cure...
I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love
Para días de lluvia...
Hace rato que estoy pensando en qué escribir...
El persistente sonido de la lluvia en el techo se ha convertido en el soundtrack de pensamientos varios, entre ellos música para días como estos, mejores cosas que hacer en lugar de estar en el trabajo (aunque no estes trabajando), que sería interesante comer, reminiscencias de días de lluvia en otras épocas... en fin, un monton de cosas.
Me puse a buscar la definición de LLUVIA y aprendí que deriva del latín pluvĭa y que es un fenómeno atmosférico que se inicia con la condensación del vapor de agua contenido en las nubes y que recién se le puede decir lluvia cuando las gotas tienen un diámetro mayor de 0.5 mm.
Pero para mí la lluvia es mucho más que eso. Para mí el agua que cae del cielo suele representar un milagro que se transforma en fuente de inspiración y esperanza. Además, de que a veces el mundo se ve más vivo cuando está mojado.
Claro que por otro lado, no debemos olvidar que todo en exceso tampoco es bueno... y lo mismo sucede con la lluvia.
Soul Asylum - Creatures Of Habit
If the day wants to begin, you can let the day in
If the darkness has no end, light up the darkness
It ain't on what you can depend, it's who you can depend on
If the rain wants to come in, you can let the rain in
If the darkness is your friend, you can hold the darkness
And if it ain't what you got, you know you gotta have it
The grass gets greener all the time for creatures of habit
Look out, here comes one more morning
Habits form without a warning
Love it can be habit-forming
Make your enemies your friends, and leap standing naked
It ain't how much you can take, it's how you take it
Look out, here comes one more morning
Habits form without a warning
Love it can be habit-forming for creatures of habit
Look out
A habit's forming
It's just one more morning
For creatures of habit
If the darkness has no end, light up the darkness
It ain't on what you can depend, it's who you can depend on
If the rain wants to come in, you can let the rain in
If the darkness is your friend, you can hold the darkness
And if it ain't what you got, you know you gotta have it
The grass gets greener all the time for creatures of habit
Look out, here comes one more morning
Habits form without a warning
Love it can be habit-forming
Make your enemies your friends, and leap standing naked
It ain't how much you can take, it's how you take it
Look out, here comes one more morning
Habits form without a warning
Love it can be habit-forming for creatures of habit
Look out
A habit's forming
It's just one more morning
For creatures of habit
The Way Through the Woods
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods . . . .
But there is no road through the woods.
-- Rudyard Kipling
New Age
Que dia es hoy?
Hoy es mi cumple! y me he pasado el dia recibiendo muestras de cariño, felicitaciones y regalitos :D
Me gusta mi cumpleaños... jejeje
empezar de nuevo...
Bueno, hoy inicio un nuevo calendario laboral... no es exactamente la emoción de la vida... pero ahi vamos.
Vengo de una vacacion, podria decirse, interesante... no me quejo porque hice lo que me gusta: dormir, ir de compras, chismear, leer, ver peliculas, pensar en silencio y varias otras cosas pequeñas y rutinarias pero que con el trabajo no logro hacer, como el hecho de almorzar en mi casa.
Hoy fue una mañana bastante agitada... por suerte la tarde ya no tanto y estoy disfrutando del silencio de la oficina que es lo que necesito, especialmente los lunes...
Vengo de una vacacion, podria decirse, interesante... no me quejo porque hice lo que me gusta: dormir, ir de compras, chismear, leer, ver peliculas, pensar en silencio y varias otras cosas pequeñas y rutinarias pero que con el trabajo no logro hacer, como el hecho de almorzar en mi casa.
Hoy fue una mañana bastante agitada... por suerte la tarde ya no tanto y estoy disfrutando del silencio de la oficina que es lo que necesito, especialmente los lunes...
Ejemplo
Todavia hay nobleza en el mundo!
Si la gente aprendiera de los animales, todo seria mejor.
http://peru21.pe/noticia/223548/perro-arriesgo-su-vida-salvar-otro-que-habia-sido-atropellado
Si la gente aprendiera de los animales, todo seria mejor.
http://peru21.pe/noticia/223548/perro-arriesgo-su-vida-salvar-otro-que-habia-sido-atropellado
Hoy empecé el dia con un berrinche... me enojé, levanté la voz al quejarme, empujé mi silla con rueditas lejos de mi escritorio y crucé los brazos. Hice puchero y fruncí el ceño.
Es el resultado final de una semana estresante. Los pequeños detalles de la rutina son desgastantes.
"Everybody's Changing" - Keane
You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
You're gone from here
And soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
You're gone from here
And soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same