Dead Man Walking

La profunda tristeza tan enamorada de mi no quiere marcharse..Mi cuerpo inerte camina como una maquina programada y ahi voy yo, como un capitan llevando a la tripulacion directo al fondo del mar.

Las emociones vienen y se van, no duran mas de 1 segundo junto a mi.
Perdi mi vida en algun punto de este largo camino que he llevado y a pesar de haber retrocedido varios pasos no logro encontrarla, es frustrante vivir sin aliento, sin una luz que ilumine las eternas oscuridades que vivo cada dia.
El tiempo se acerca, lo siento.

My Way- Sex Pistols

And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full And each and every highway And yet, much more than thisI did it my way
Regrets I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to doI saw it through without exemptionI've planned each charted course Each careful step along the highwayAnd more, much more than thisI did it my way
There were times,I'm sure you knew When there was fuck, fuck Fuck all else to do But through it all,When there was doubtI shot it up or kicked it outI faced 'em all and the worldAnd did it my way
I've loved and been a snide I've had my fill, my share of losing And now the tears subside I find it all so amusingTo think, I killed a catAnd might I say not in the gay wayOh no, oh no, not me I did it my way
For what is a Brit,What has he got When he wears hats and he cannot Say the things he truly feels But only the words Of one who kneelsThe record shows, I've shot a bloke And did it my way

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Isabela 13 de marzo de 2009, 14:27  

"La profunda tristeza tan enamorada de mi no quiere marcharse..."

Me encanto esta linea, tan llena de ella y tan vacia de ti, ¿y si hacemos las pases con el camino?, con el paso que sigue, quiza ella se ponga celosa y se vaya.
estrujo bloguero muacks

Biogràfico

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard
Tom Waits