2010-05-16
El Critico
El crítico está definitivamente en mis 3 programas favoritos de todos los tiempos, sólo tuvo 2 temporadas y algunos episodios web, pero su humor era genial, incluso me conseguí el dvd original con el programa completo =)
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2010-05-13
Tesoros de niñez - The simpsons arcade game - muuuuy vintage!
me enviciaba con este juego en el pimbol del club el bosque!
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ONE - U2
Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it
Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...life
One
2010-05-12
2010-05-10
Furia de Titanes, Posters de Masami Kurumada (caballeros del zodiaco)
Dicen que la pelicula es mala, pero es interesante haber encontrado estos posters realizados por el autor de los caballeros del zodiaco por encargo del director. Obvio que resaltan los dibujos caracteristicos del autor. Me parecieron geniales.
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2010-05-09
"Q&A" from StoryCorps
interersante el hecho de todo un mundo que puede traer un hijo no?... feliz dia de la madre!! (luv u mom! gracias por aguantarme :S)
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2010-05-08
Radiohead - Wolf at the door (me) + bonus.... (You've got 4 more songs left)
Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the guns
Get the axe
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . .
Walking like giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
in a tight little world
are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers
City boys in First Class don't know they're born little
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you'd get up get over
get up, get over and turn the tape off
I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops
So I just go ooh ooh ooh ooh
2010-05-07
2010-05-05
2010-05-04
safe mode (tu rostro en números)
muerde y duerme en su letargo
mi vida en 113 gigabytes
antes de reinstalar el sistema
mi música está a salvo
mis fotos vivas
mis textos inconclusos
y mi vida azul
(con destellos de verde limón)
tu rostro en números olvidado
en una carpeta que no quise borrar
mi vida en 113 gigabytes
antes de reinstalar el sistema
mi música está a salvo
mis fotos vivas
mis textos inconclusos
y mi vida azul
(con destellos de verde limón)
tu rostro en números olvidado
en una carpeta que no quise borrar
(gráfico de nuestro estimado Alvaro Portales para nuestra publicación http://alvaroportales.pe/)
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2010-05-03
llueve en macondo
El viejo está enfermo, y no sé cómo repararlo. Sigo las instrucciones del libro pero las hojas están mojadas por la lluvia. Lo cubro con mi cuerpo pero pasan las gotas mojando los libros, corren a través del agujero a la altura del pecho. Llego al final y no hay más textos, sólo dice "déjelo reposar". Ya resignado cómodamente me siento al costado pensando si está conciente, no escucha los graznidos de la gente porque prefirió abandonar la realidad hace mucho, tal vez buscando a valentina, tal vez con miedo de verla. Sus ojos serán los míos, y sus manos gélidas las puntas de mis dedos buscando a tientas el interruptor.
2010-05-01
2010-04-29
just wondering...
y mientras reposo mi cabeza de coliflor,
verde y tan atrofiada,
mientras me quedo dormido,
sin notarlo me pregunto...
cuándo iré a casa?
verde y tan atrofiada,
mientras me quedo dormido,
sin notarlo me pregunto...
cuándo iré a casa?
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2010-04-27
Larga vida al dios Homero! - (La vida de homero simpson en ... 53 segundos?)
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2010-04-26
2010-04-23
the last, last guardian
tan solo un año
parece más...
de la necesidad morbosa
de ver tus pelos escondidos
aureolas acumuladas
brillos opacados
fuxias desapercibidas
realidades asumidas
conformismos icónicos
conos invertidos
frases trilladas
duplicadas, triplicadas…
y les siguen
cayendo agua
a tus palabras
mi saliva
mis carcajadas
se quedan congeladas
en fotografías en sepia
con sabor a quinua
hasta la próxima vida
parece más...
de la necesidad morbosa
de ver tus pelos escondidos
aureolas acumuladas
brillos opacados
fuxias desapercibidas
realidades asumidas
conformismos icónicos
conos invertidos
frases trilladas
duplicadas, triplicadas…
y les siguen
cayendo agua
a tus palabras
mi saliva
mis carcajadas
se quedan congeladas
en fotografías en sepia
con sabor a quinua
hasta la próxima vida
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2010-04-22
La Gitanilla de Fénix - Chomp Vainilla (comercial de hace mil años)
La Gitanilla de Fénix - Chomp Vainilla (comercial de hace mil años)
y aun hay mas...
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2010-04-21
Madonna - American Pie - Music
A long long time ago I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock 'n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
Cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Well, I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
They started singing
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin
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