No tengo mucho que decir, sólo que es un buen día... No hay razón para decirlo, no ha pasado nada extraordinario... pero es un buen día... Empezó con algo de sol, ahora ya llueve. Un día completo, al menos de la clase de días que me gustan, porque por mí podría llover diario y sería feliz.
Por lo general, al despertar escucho alguna canción que me guste y que me anime para el resto del día. Puedo ser muy repetitivo en mis selecciones, y lo que hoy escuché lo he escuchado no sé cuántas mañanas, pero seguro muchas. Y da resultado, hoy es un buen día. Me hubiera gustado encontrar algún video que valiera la pena y ponerlo aquí, pero no pasó. Y como empecé diciendo que no tengo mucho que decir, dejaré que hablé alguien más y me mantendré en silencio:
Cemetry Gates, por Morrissey
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with loves, and hates,
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived
and then they died
seems so unfair
I want to cry
You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done
salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but I've read well and I've heard them said
a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more
Por lo general, al despertar escucho alguna canción que me guste y que me anime para el resto del día. Puedo ser muy repetitivo en mis selecciones, y lo que hoy escuché lo he escuchado no sé cuántas mañanas, pero seguro muchas. Y da resultado, hoy es un buen día. Me hubiera gustado encontrar algún video que valiera la pena y ponerlo aquí, pero no pasó. Y como empecé diciendo que no tengo mucho que decir, dejaré que hablé alguien más y me mantendré en silencio:
Cemetry Gates, por Morrissey
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with loves, and hates,
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived
and then they died
seems so unfair
I want to cry
You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done
salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but I've read well and I've heard them said
a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more
If you must write prose poems
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take on loan
there's always someone, somewhere,
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall
You say: "ere long done do does did"
words which could only be your own
and then produce the text
from whence was ripped
some dizzy whore 1804
A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded dunny day
so let's go where we're wanted
and I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
but you lose
because Wilde is on mine.
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take on loan
there's always someone, somewhere,
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall
You say: "ere long done do does did"
words which could only be your own
and then produce the text
from whence was ripped
some dizzy whore 1804
A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded dunny day
so let's go where we're wanted
and I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
but you lose
because Wilde is on mine.
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