sábado, 18 de enero de 2014




Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father Mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father Mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

martes, 14 de enero de 2014

Dentro de nada de vuelta a Londres 
Escuchando,en mi bar favorito del pueblo "itaka- genuine bar", al bob dylan español

Pensando en la rutina, en posibles proyectos y como siempre en castillos de naipes sobre nubes.


La rutina la quiero quitar de mi vida
Los posibles proyectos tengo que darme patadas en el culo y empezar a moverme
Los castillos siempre estarán... Y esperar a mi caballero que venga a rescatarme del inminente derrumbe. Ya me da igual que su armadura sea brillante o este oxidada...

Amor prostituto, amor de contrabando

London calling.... Break the guitar

Amsterdam seems to be a good place, even with its decadence...

Shinny happy people...love me

Love is a lovely joke.

lunes, 13 de enero de 2014

burn



when you touch an star the only thing you got is a burn

burns that are there to stay, no matter what you could do...
like an scar form an surgery
but those heal, the burn from an star stay there, deep inside you

I'm feeling like the silver surfer
is this my place? what happened to my world?

why i keep thinking of the stars?

and it still burning

and when i get the courage to say "hey star, burn me or let me in your core!"
i just burn myself... hurting myself

sometimes thinking that the start will let me in its core...
sometimes knowing that i will be always burning

at some point i got 21 on my hand but i throw away the cards on the space....