08 dezembro 2008

Mulher em Apuros



WOMAN TROUBLE

I feel fantastic, bombastic,
Ecstactically astounded
How a girl can really lose her brain
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
To think you've nearly won your game
Oh yeah, you said that i have
Been gone too long
Don't try to tell me
That i was wrong (re-e-mix)
Totally, wrong for me
Got the hurt in my face
Now i know the only thing to do
Is to give myself some space
I bet she never told you everything that drifted through her mind
All the secret thoughts
Well i bet you never caught her sliding with another man
Because i did
No no, i hate to see the way the finger points at me
I'm at fault, i don't think so
After all is said and done girl
You know you've had your fun
Why don't you leave it there
I feel fantastic, bombastic,
Ecstactically astounded
How a girl can really lose her brain
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
To think you'd nearly won your game
I feel fantastic, bombastic,
Ecstactically astounded
How a girl can really lose her brain
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
To think you've nearly won your game
Oh yeah
You say you had a girl, with problems
Tell me, did it lead to heartache and confusion? (re-e-mix)
Did you wake up in tears
Not knowing where you are?
Did you, get it in the ear, like i did?
Like i did
I bet she never told you everything that drifted through her mind
All the secret thoughts
Well i bet you never caught her sliding with another man
Because i did
No no, i hate to see the way the finger points at me
I'm at fault, i don't think so
After all is said and done girl
You know you've had your fun
Why don't you leave it there
I feel fantastic, bombastic,
Ecstactically astounded
How a girl can really lose her brain
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
To think you'd nearly won your game
I feel fantastic, bombastic,
Ecstactically astounded
How a girl can really lose her brain
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
To think you've nearly won your game

Artful Dodger



Momento de total sibéria sentimental. Mas, considerando que as coisas sempre podem piorar, não estou reclamando. Estou num momento meio teoria do jogos, em que o AR é fundamental!!!!! E por incrível que parece estou conseguindo me manter zen... No começo é legal, depois vai ficando chato... até você deixar pra lá e ficar zen de verdade...



Amor

Sólo la voz, la piel, la superficie
Pulida de las cosas.

Basta. No quiere más la oreja, que su cuenco
Rebalsaría y la mano ya no alcanza
A tocar más allá.

Distraída, resbala, acariciando
Y lentamente sabe del contorno.
Se retira saciada
Sin advertir el ulular inútil
De la cautividad de las entrañas
Ni el ímpetu del cuajo de la sangre
Que embiste la compuerta del borbotón, ni el nudo
Ya para siempre ciego del sollozo.

El que se va se lleva su memoria,
Su modo de ser río, de ser aire,
De ser adiós y nunca.

Hasta que un día otro lo para, lo detiene
Y lo reduce a voz, a piel, a superficie
Ofrecida, entregada, mientras dentro de sí
La oculta soledad aguarda y tiembla.

Rosário Castellanos

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