Corazón de acero

Una lección sin sufrimiento no tiene sentido.Eso es porque no puedes obtener algo sin sacrificar otra cosa a cambio. Pero una vez que has soportado el dolor y lo has superado, obtendrás un corazón que es más fuerte que cualquier cosa. Sí, un corazón de acero.

hagane no youna kokoro

Animals Were Gone

Animals were gone - Damien Rice







Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone

It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong

Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant song
I'll do my best now, but you've been gone for so long

The window's open now and the winter settles in
We'll call it Christmas when the adverts begin
I love your depression and I love your double chin
I love 'most everything that you bring to this offering

Oh I know that I left you in places of despair
Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair
At night I trip without you, and hope I don't wake up
'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone
Our clocks are ticking now so before our time is gone
We could get a house and some boxes on the lawn
We could make babies and accidental songs

I know I've been a liar and I know I've been a fool
I hope we didn't break yet, but I'm glad we broke the rules
My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through
I cover my eyes, still all I see is you

Oh I know that I left you in places of despair
Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair
At night I trip without you, and hope I don't wake up
'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

Era...

Un sueño perfecto. Era libertad. Era viento y mar. Velocidad. Como un pájaro que pasa volando a ras de las olas del mar (o un hipogrifo en un lago). Era gritar. Era sumergirse entre las olas. Era el agradable sol en la cara y la sensación de sentirse viva. Era liberación. Como si no existiera el mundo, como si no hubiera problemas. Como si no existiera nadie más. Yo, sola. Y el mundo a mi alrededor no importaba. Descontextualizado. ¿Quién era y dónde estaba? Era lo menos importante. Era Yo. Estaba viva. Y el viento soplaba en mi oído, como una suave música que desearía no olvidar. Relajante y a la vez enérgica. Me daba fuerzas para seguir adelante. Etérea, inalcanzable. Inmaterial, como si no fuera nada en realidad. Como si nadie importara, como si a nadie le importara. Me hacía sentir bien, no se estaba tan mal. Imágenes sucesivas, inconexas. Momentos de absoluta libertad. Yo sola y el viento. Única y especial. Absurdo. Perfecto. Instante.

Sueño.

Un sueño, ¿eh?

"Es verdad que somos criaturas debiles, pero es por eso que podemos aspirar a ser más fuertes. Aunque creas que es inútil, cada paso que damos nos lleva a algo más grande. Es por eso que estoy segura de que podemos cambiar.  Porque somos débiles... y la muerte es inevitable. Los humanos hacen su mayor esfuerzo por vivir y terminan siendo más fuertes."


FullMetal Alchemist

¿Quién eres?

- Who are you?
- mm... Buena pregunta. ¿Quién soy?
- Un bicho?
- No sabía que era un bicho, pero gracias.
- Que va. Eres un ángel... caído, pero un ángel.
- Emmmm....
- Eres un sol.
- Como que no, ¿eh? Que yo no brillo como los vampiros.
- Eres mi amiga. Eso me sobra.

(Una conversación interesante. Solo cabe decir "gracias").

¿Quién soy?

This could be heaven or this could be hell

Hotel California - Eagles


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"this could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "we are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"relax", said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

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