¿Cuales son los sueños de los angeles?

- ¿Qué pretendes?
- Dominar el mundo.
- No tiene gracia.
- ¿Y que tal...venganza?
- ¿Por qué?
- Me he convertido en un... monstruo. El objetivo de los monstruos suele ser la dominación del mundo o la venganza.
- Te equivocas. Esas no son las alas de un monstruo.
- Entonces, ¿qué son?
- Las alas de un ángel.
- Entiendo... y dime, ¿Por qué debería luchar un ángel? ¿Cuales son los sueños de los ángeles?
- ...
- Los ángeles solo anhelan una cosa...
- Dime qué
- Ser humanos.

Y así.

Poco a poco. Paso a paso. Sin prisas. Con calma.

Nada importante y mis rayaduras: Parte I

Y es que hoy tengo mil cosas que decir.
Yo tambien tengo miedo. No tanto por meter la pata o hacer algo que no te guste. Eso son tonterías. Tengo miedo de saltar y caer. De dar un paso y que tú no lo des conmigo, y sentir que, lo que parecía que era suelo firme, se desvanece bajo mis pies. Tengo miedo de caer en eso que llaman "amor", y que tu no caigas conmigo. Miedo de lanzarme y que no estés a mi lado, que no me sigas. Y de enamorarme y comportarme estúpidamente, hacer cosas de las que me arrepienta... y perderte.

Quizás lo que me da verdadero pánico es el amor, en si mismo.

(y quizás, en vez de escribirlo, debería decirtelo a la cara. Ya sabes, que son tonterías y que yo me rayo mucho por nada. No es importante.)

Brendan's death song

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Brendan's Death Song



Live and die before I get it done,
will you decide.
I'll take my words and turn them into sounds,
it will survive.
Because a long time ago,
I knew not to deprive.

It's safe out there and now you're everywhere,
just like the sky.
And you are love,
you are the love supreme,
you are the rye.
And when you hear this,
You know its your jam,
It's your goodbye.

Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
you know I'm almost gone.
And when the drummer drums,
he's gonna play my song,
to carry me along.

Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
You know I'm almost gone.
And when the boatman comes to ferry me away,
to where we all belong.

We your cost,
when we were feeling lost,
it's just the time.
Kateri cried,
the day her lover died,
she recognized.
Because ya gave her,
a life of real love,
it's no surprise.
The night's are long,
but the years are short,
when you're alive.
Way back when,
will never be again,
it was a time.
It's gonna catch you,
so glad I met you,
to walk a line.

[Chorus:]
Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
you know I'm almost gone.
And when the drummer drums,
he's gonna play my song,
to carry me along.

Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
You know I'm almost gone.
And when the boatman comes to ferry me away,
to where we all belong.

Come get me
Hey!

Hey!

Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!

Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
you know I'm almost gone.
And when the drummer drums,
he's gonna play my song,
to carry me along.

Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
You know I'm almost gone.
And when the boatman comes to ferry me away,
to where we all belong.

Then we live,
so every time you die,
he's in the revert sky.
Lay me down,
so when it's time to leave,
another sun will rise.

I said yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I said yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
you know I'm almost gone.
(I said yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
And when the drummer drums,
he's gonna play my song,
to carry me along.
(I said yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
You know I'm almost gone.
(I said yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
And when the boatman comes to ferry me away,
to where we all belong.
(I said yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
you know I'm almost gone.
Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
you know I'm almost gone.
Like I said you know I'm almost dead,
you know I'm almost gone.

Story of a girl

Nine Days - Absolutely (story of a girl)


This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

Now how many days in a year
She woke up with hope
But she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
Now how many days disappear
When you look in the mirror
So how do you choose

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

[Chorus]

Now how many lovers would stay
Just to put up with this shit
day after day
Now how did we wind up this way
Watching our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waiting
Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose
Now how do we get there today
When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

[Chorus]

[Guitar solo]

Well your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

[Chorus]

This is the story of a girl
Whose pretty face she hid from the world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a - girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
When she smiles!

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