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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3943843272499227396</id><published>2011-01-21T02:45:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2011-01-21T02:54:14.491-04:30</updated><title type='text'>A borbotones</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TTkxahOskeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UN-B6SLEYfI/s1600/Rock-CD-24-10-08-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TTkxahOskeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UN-B6SLEYfI/s320/Rock-CD-24-10-08-01.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yo que despierto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seis veces cada noche, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sudando a borbotones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cansado de esperar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yo que me cuelo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como un mal polizonte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;por todas las ventanas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que nunca dan al mar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yo que limpio con alcohol las despedidas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que alquilo comprensión en las esquinas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que pago a plazos la felicidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y yo que robo de tu piel las coordenadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que pongo el pecho cuando me disparan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que canto porque no sé respirar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yo que me olvido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de cada aniversario, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que miento con descaro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;por no verte llorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yo que me escapo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de todas las miradas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dejando en cada verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;un trozo de disfraz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yo que limpio con alcohol las despedidas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que alquilo compasión en las esquinas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que pago a plazos la felicidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y yo que robo de tu piel las coordenadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que pongo el pecho cuando me disparan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que canto porque no sé respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alfredoglez" target="blank"&gt;Alfredo González&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=18bc1a8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3943843272499227396?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' 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desilusione &lt;br /&gt;y aún cuando estoy rodeado de negatividad &lt;br /&gt;se que un día todo cambiará porque  &lt;br /&gt;toda mi vida he estado esperando,  &lt;br /&gt;he estado orando por que la gente diga  &lt;br /&gt;que ya no quieren seguir peleando,  &lt;br /&gt;por que no hayan más guerras  &lt;br /&gt;y nuestros niños jueguen... un día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No se trata de ganar o perder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;porque todos perdemos  &lt;br /&gt;cuando se alimentan de las almas de los inocentes &lt;br /&gt;y la sangre empapa el pavimento. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Sigue en movimiento  &lt;br /&gt;aunque las aguas estén enfurecidas. &lt;br /&gt;En este laberinto puedes perder tu camino,  &lt;br /&gt;puede desesperarte pero no dejes que te perturbe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me ahogo en mis lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pero nunca dejo que eso me desilusione  &lt;br /&gt;y aún cuando estoy rodeado de negatividad  &lt;br /&gt;se que un día todo cambiará porque  &lt;br /&gt;toda mi vida he estado esperando,  &lt;br /&gt;he estado orando por que la gente diga  &lt;br /&gt;que ya no quieren seguir peleando,  &lt;br /&gt;por que no hayan más guerras  &lt;br /&gt;y nuestros niños jueguen... un día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Un día todo esto cambiará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todas las personas serán tratadas con igualdad  &lt;br /&gt;la violencia acabará y el odio caerá,  &lt;br /&gt;un día todos seremos libres &lt;br /&gt;y estaremos orgullosos &lt;br /&gt;de estar bajo el mismo el sol &lt;br /&gt;cantando canciones de libertad como “un día”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matisyahu" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;Matisyahu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-8405457250664225678?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/8405457250664225678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TMHmQtbS0LI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oEW3Jo6_-lU/s320/Radiohead_l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca había sido fanático de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radiohead" target="blank"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt; a pesar de que &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creep_%28canci%C3%B3n%29" target="blank"&gt;Creep&lt;/a&gt; en su tiempo me pareció interesante, escuchaba a las personas alabar las bondades de la banda y yo la verdad nunca había escuchado a Radiohead, a través de un amigo conseguí algunas canciones pero las olvidé casi tan rápido como terminaron una tras otra, hasta que un día cambiando los canales del televisor sintonicé VH1 y ahí estaba: Radiohead  interpretando House of Cards, era un extracto de su presentación &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8byXSML4bY" target="blank"&gt;In Rainbows – From the Basement&lt;/a&gt; de poco más de una hora de duración, no pude sino quedarme perplejo,  absorto en la melodía ,en las vocales de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thom_Yorke" target="blank"&gt;Thom Yorke&lt;/a&gt;, fue amor a primera oída, tenía que ver la presentación completa, lo que procedí a hacer incesantemente en días posteriores descubriendo grandiosas piezas musicales, tan seductoras que me enamoraron por completo de la banda. Actualmente he descargado tres discos y descubierto innumerables melodías, sin embargo siempre recordaré esta como la canción que lo cambió todo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVyeADwDk0E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVyeADwDk0E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-96470016279427093?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/THCkIkq8Y8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0kMxyZ36KKk/s1600/JohnFrusciante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/THCkIkq8Y8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0kMxyZ36KKk/s320/JohnFrusciante.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Frusciante" target="blank"&gt;John Frusciante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1263ef0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdHMJ39M0JU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontré una forma  de hacerte sonreír&lt;br /&gt;leo mala poesía en tu contestadora,&lt;br /&gt;guardé tus mensajes sólo para escuchar tu voz, &lt;br /&gt;siempre escuchas cuidadosamente las rimas extrañas,&lt;br /&gt;siempre dices tu nombre &lt;br /&gt;como que si yo no supiera que eres tú&lt;br /&gt;en tu momento de mayor belleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontré una forma  de hacerte sonreír&lt;br /&gt;en mi momento de mayor belleza&lt;br /&gt;cuento tus pestañas en secreto&lt;br /&gt;con cada una susurro te amo,&lt;br /&gt;te dejaré dormir&lt;br /&gt;se que me miras con tus ojos cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;escuchando,&lt;br /&gt;creí haber visto una sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;Encontré una forma de hacerte sonreír...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-9038348812274776526?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/9038348812274776526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=9038348812274776526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/9038348812274776526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/9038348812274776526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-my-most-beautiful.html' title='At My Most Beautiful'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-7079402467695100534</id><published>2010-08-19T20:20:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:35:27.088-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Daysleeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHwOMGzRUmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHwOMGzRUmI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anoche mientras cambiaba uno a uno los canales de la tv me encontré con la serie de Sundance Channel “Iconoclasts”, se trata de episodios de una hora donde dos reconocidos visionarios o personas creativas de diferentes ramas del arte, que generalmente son amigos desde hace largo tiempo, se reúnen a hablar de su trabajo, sus influencias y en general de sus vidas. En el capítulo en cuestión estos dos artistas eran Mario Batali (reconocido chef Norteamericano) y Michael Stipe, vocalista de la banda estadounidense &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/R.E.M." target="blank"&gt;R.E.M.&lt;/a&gt; lo que produjo que pasara el día entero escuchando canciones de la banda, de las que a continuación publicaré una de mis favoritas. Esperando que la disfruten tanto como yo, los dejo con mi traducción de Daysleeper:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departamento de recepción, 3 de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;reducciones de personal  han golpeado duramente el excedente &lt;br /&gt;directivas se publican&lt;br /&gt;no hay  devoluciones de llamadas, ni quejas&lt;br /&gt;todo está en calma. &lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong está presente &lt;br /&gt;Taipei despierta &lt;br /&gt;todos hablan del ritmo circadiano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy veo una batalla de noticias&lt;br /&gt;mi noche es de color gris dolor de cabeza &lt;br /&gt;daysleeper (persona que duerme de día).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El toro y el oso están marcando sus territorios &lt;br /&gt;están guiando a los ciegos &lt;br /&gt;con sus glorias internacionales &lt;br /&gt;soy la pantalla, la luz cegadora &lt;br /&gt;soy la pantalla, yo trabajo de noche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy veo una batalla de noticias&lt;br /&gt;mi noche es de color gris dolor de cabeza &lt;br /&gt;no me despiertes con tanto&lt;br /&gt;daysleeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloré la otra noche &lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera se por qué &lt;br /&gt;luces  cafeína plana fluorescentes&lt;br /&gt;su furioso equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;soy la pantalla, la luz cegadora &lt;br /&gt;soy la pantalla, yo trabajo de noche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy veo una batalla de noticias&lt;br /&gt;mi noche es de color gris dolor de cabeza &lt;br /&gt;no me despiertes con tanto. &lt;br /&gt;La máquina del océano se establece en 9&lt;br /&gt;voy a meterme en el cielo y en San Valentín&lt;br /&gt;mi cama está tirando de mí... gravedad&lt;br /&gt;daysleeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7079402467695100534?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7079402467695100534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7079402467695100534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7079402467695100534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7079402467695100534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2010/08/rem-daysleeper.html' title='Daysleeper'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-5991011423117416373</id><published>2010-08-18T19:32:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:42:12.570-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Terra Naomi</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hj_-0DjZa0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0hj_-0DjZa0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá estoy solo ahora en una gran ciudad,&lt;br /&gt;mamá estoy solo  ahora y está haciendo frio,&lt;br /&gt;mamá todo el mundo aquí es diferente,&lt;br /&gt;mamá estoy solo ahora y es muy aterrador, es muy aterrador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No me dijiste que era hermoso?&lt;br /&gt;¿no me dijiste que podría tener el mundo?&lt;br /&gt;¿no me dijiste que era todo lo que necesitaba?&lt;br /&gt;pero te necesito, te necesito, necesito que me lo vuelvas a decir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá ahora tengo lo que quiero pero no sé quien soy,&lt;br /&gt;mamá me siento perdido cuando camino por la calle,&lt;br /&gt;mamá la gente aquí no te mira a los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;y quiero saber que esconden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No me dijiste que era hermoso?&lt;br /&gt;¿no me dijiste que podría tener el mundo?&lt;br /&gt;¿no me dijiste que era todo lo que necesitaba?&lt;br /&gt;pero te necesito, te necesito, necesito que me lo vuelvas a decir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá no quiero perder mi espíritu&lt;br /&gt;mamá tengo miedo de 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1'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3813360618560560103</id><published>2010-07-16T14:30:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:33:07.998-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TECsDyikykI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PZRvYu_cm-o/s1600/John%2BFrusciante2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TECsDyikykI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PZRvYu_cm-o/s320/John%2BFrusciante2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4f8220f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t disguise the things I do&lt;br /&gt;And things i say have a way of hurting you&lt;br /&gt;I’m over there&lt;br /&gt;These dreams are all i have left&lt;br /&gt;I’ve nothing to spare&lt;br /&gt;They're all i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pretend to be who i’m not&lt;br /&gt;And there are things you need from me&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t got&lt;br /&gt;No way but to end&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pieces of our lives&lt;br /&gt;And maybe love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way for things to be&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traducción&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ocultar las cosas que hago&lt;br /&gt;Y cosas que digo te hieren&lt;br /&gt;Estoy allá&lt;br /&gt;Estos sueños son todo lo que tengo &lt;br /&gt;No tengo nada de más&lt;br /&gt;Ellos son todo lo que tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pretender ser quien no soy&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que necesitas de mi que yo no tengo&lt;br /&gt;No hay otra alternativa sino terminar&lt;br /&gt;Recoger los pedazos de nuestras vidas&lt;br /&gt;Y tal vez amar otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas sólo pueden ser de una forma &lt;br /&gt;Entre tu y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Frusciante" target = "blank"&gt;John Frusciante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3813360618560560103?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c6ab5c7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ahora sólo he logrado entender un par de líneas de esta grandiosa pieza musical "Todos me preguntan ¿cómo está ella? ¿de verdad se ha vuelto loca? Yo digo no podría decirte, yo estoy loco / Todos me preguntan cómo ha estado ella desde que se fue". Con respecto al resto de las letras no tengo interés en investigarlas, quiero perderme en la melodía...soñar despierto con la voz de Dave Matthews y deleitarme con el saxofón de LeRoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Under the Table and Dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Banda: Dave Matthews Band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1687293761621289655?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1687293761621289655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1687293761621289655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1687293761621289655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1687293761621289655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2010/06/pay-for-what-you-get.html' title='Pay for What You Get'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TCUbxeuMeMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/a8CgdswsYrI/s72-c/dmb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-2107896059681489305</id><published>2010-06-19T14:13:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:18:57.403-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Dave Matthews Band - #41</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEbb621s_GI&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEbb621s_GI&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#41 fue escrita originalmente por Dave Matthews como una respuesta a las demandas legales impuestas a la banda por Ross Hoffman, Hoffman, quien en algún momento fuera su manager y posteriormente despedido debido a diferencias creativas, sentía que merecía parte de las ganancias ya que era acreedor de los derechos de un número de canciones de la banda. Dave escribió esta canción basándose en los sentimientos de tristeza experimentados tras atravesar disputas legales con su antiguo mentor. La versión aquí publicada corresponde al album en vivo Listener Supported interpretado en 1.999 en la ciudad de New Jersey...disfruten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and see &lt;br /&gt;I swear by now I'm playing time against my troubles &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming slow but speeding &lt;br /&gt;Do you wish a dance and while &lt;br /&gt;I'm in the front &lt;br /&gt;The play on time is won &lt;br /&gt;But the difficulty is coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go in this way &lt;br /&gt;And find my own way out &lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you to be&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming to much more &lt;br /&gt;Me, all at once the ghosts come back &lt;br /&gt;Reeling in you now &lt;br /&gt;What if they came down crushing &lt;br /&gt;It used to be you and me&lt;br /&gt;Play for all of the loneliness that nobody &lt;br /&gt;Notices now &lt;br /&gt;I'm begging slow I'm coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only waiting I wanted to stay &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love you &lt;br /&gt;I'm only this far &lt;br /&gt;And only tomorrow leads my way &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming waltzing back and &lt;br /&gt;Moving into your head &lt;br /&gt;Please, I wouldn't pass this by &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't take any more than &lt;br /&gt;What sort of man goes by? &lt;br /&gt;I will bring you water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why won't you ever be glad? It melts into wonder &lt;br /&gt;I came in praying for you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you run &lt;br /&gt;In the rain and play &lt;br /&gt;Let the tears splash all over you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-2107896059681489305?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/2107896059681489305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=2107896059681489305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2107896059681489305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2107896059681489305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2010/06/dave-matthews-band-41.html' title='Dave Matthews Band - #41'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-184195866100236627</id><published>2010-06-09T14:41:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:30:40.317-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Crash Into Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TA_nJrG2N-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/h5CqrFVaPYo/s1600/dave-mathews.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/TA_nJrG2N-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/h5CqrFVaPYo/s320/dave-mathews.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f1ddc9d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor de un voyeur es raramente un tema sobre el que se escriban canciones y es difícil de creer que sea el tema del sencicllo más famoso de Dave Matthews Band, pero según explica el  mismo Dave Matthews escribir esta canción era la única alternativa a convetirse el mismo en voyeur. Esta linea disipa cualquier duda sobre el tema de esta pieza musical: "Te observo a través de la ventana, y me quedo mirándote fijamente, no usas nada pero te queda tan bien"...sin más Crash Into Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got your chain &lt;br /&gt;Tied to me tight tie me up again &lt;br /&gt;Who's got their claws &lt;br /&gt;In you my friend &lt;br /&gt;Into your heart I’ll beat again &lt;br /&gt;Sweet like candy to my soul &lt;br /&gt;Sweet you rock &lt;br /&gt;And sweet you roll &lt;br /&gt;Lost for you I'm so lost for you &lt;br /&gt;You come crash into me &lt;br /&gt;And I come into you, &lt;br /&gt;I come into you &lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream &lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch your lips just so I know &lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, love, it glows so &lt;br /&gt;I'm bare-boned and crazy for you &lt;br /&gt;When you come crash &lt;br /&gt;Into me, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I come into you &lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream &lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream &lt;br /&gt;If I’ve gone overboard &lt;br /&gt;Then I'm begging you &lt;br /&gt;To forgive me &lt;br /&gt;In my haste &lt;br /&gt;When I'm holding you so girl... &lt;br /&gt;Close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you come crash &lt;br /&gt;Into me, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I come into you &lt;br /&gt;Hike up your skirt a little more &lt;br /&gt;And show the world to me &lt;br /&gt;Hike up your skirt a little more &lt;br /&gt;And show your world to me &lt;br /&gt;In a boys dream... In a boys dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I watch you there &lt;br /&gt;Through the window &lt;br /&gt;And I stare at you &lt;br /&gt;You wear nothing but you &lt;br /&gt;Wear it so well &lt;br /&gt;Tied up and twisted, &lt;br /&gt;The way I'd like to be &lt;br /&gt;For you, for me, come crash &lt;br /&gt;Into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Matthews_Band" target="BLANK"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-184195866100236627?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/184195866100236627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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long to do this&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling asleep and i cant see straight&lt;br /&gt;My muscles feel like a melee&lt;br /&gt;My bodys curled in a "U" shape&lt;br /&gt;I put on my best but im still afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propered up by lies with promises&lt;br /&gt;Saving my place as lifes forgets&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time I saw the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only here for a while&lt;br /&gt;But patience is not my style&lt;br /&gt;And im so tired that I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to want now?&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposew to do?&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think i wouldnt see this through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I should stick around for you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I could have it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go home in one week&lt;br /&gt;But I'm leaving home in three weeks&lt;br /&gt;They throw me a bone just to pick me dry&lt;br /&gt;Im following suited directions&lt;br /&gt;I crawl up inside for protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im told what to do and I dont know why&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im over existing in limbo&lt;br /&gt;Im over the myths and placebos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dont really mind if I just fade away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ready to live with my family&lt;br /&gt;Im ready to die in obscurity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause im so tired that I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to want now?&lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;You still dont think im going see this through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me im a part of history&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i can have it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm still to tired to care and i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Still to tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Still to tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Still to tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Traducción: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé de que otra forma decir esto&lt;br /&gt;me ha tomado tanto tiempo hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;me estoy quedando dormido y no puedo ver bien&lt;br /&gt;mis músculos se sienten destrozados&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo se enrolla en forma de "U" &lt;br /&gt;hago mi mejor esfuerzo pero todavía tengo miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoyado por mentiras con promesas&lt;br /&gt;guardando mi lugar mientras la vida olvida&lt;br /&gt;tal vez es tiempo de que vea el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy aquí sólo por un momento&lt;br /&gt;Pero la paciencia no es mi estilo&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy tan cansado que me tengo que ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se supone que debo querer ahora?&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se supone que debo hacer?&lt;br /&gt;¿Realmente pensaste que no me daría cuenta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime que me debería quedarme por ti&lt;br /&gt;dime que podría tenerlo todo&lt;br /&gt;todavía estoy muy cansado para preocuparme y me tengo que ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llego a casa en una semana&lt;br /&gt;Pero me iré en tres semanas&lt;br /&gt;Me lanzan un hueso solo para tomarme desprevenido&lt;br /&gt;Estoy siguiendo direcciones apropiadas&lt;br /&gt;me arrastro hacia adentro por protección&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me dicen qué hacer y no sé por qué&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansando de existir en el limbo&lt;br /&gt;Estoy por encima de los mitos y los placebos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En verdad no me importa si sólo me desvanesco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy listo para vivir con mi familia&lt;br /&gt;Estoy listo para morir en la obscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Porque estoy tan cansado que me tengo que ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se supone que debo quere ahora?&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se supone que debo hacer?&lt;br /&gt;Aún no crees que veré a través de esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime que soy una parte de la historía&lt;br /&gt;Dime que puedo tenerlo todo&lt;br /&gt;Aún estoy  muy cansado para preocuparme y me 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imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/05/Pink_Floyd_Wish_You_Were_Here_Single.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;And cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;Did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war,&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd" target="BLANK"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=170b62e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1989699573277043890?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to be me&lt;br /&gt;Be anyone you want to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame my weak&lt;br /&gt;For my not being able to speak&lt;br /&gt;Clearly about things I've said before&lt;br /&gt;And if it's light outside night will fall, night will fall&lt;br /&gt;And if it's life it resolves, it resolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are in a maze is a lie&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are on a page you still go to the right&lt;br /&gt;Anytime there's no ground below you you're in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you're afraid it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a flame in the night&lt;br /&gt;I heard what I wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;And the moment I disappeared&lt;br /&gt;I grew the size of all outside&lt;br /&gt;Cause I became one with the night, I became one with the night&lt;br /&gt;And if it's real it's not all, it's not all there is&lt;br /&gt;There's alot in what appears not to be there at all&lt;br /&gt;And you can function as someone besides who you are&lt;br /&gt;And you can function as someone besides who you are&lt;br /&gt;And you can function as someone besides who you are&lt;br /&gt;And you can function as someone besides who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Frusciante" target="blank"&gt;John Frusciante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a7e0b98" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1624129855837763224?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1624129855837763224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/aa/Countingcrows.jpg/596px-Countingcrows.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acuerdo con Adam Duritz, vocalista y liricista de counting crows, este tema habla acerca de despertarse al lado de alguien, odiánte a ti mismo por estar ahí, pero al mismo tiempo sabiendo que tienes que volver a hacerlo todo de nuevo, o sino debes regresar solo a casa y eso es algo que no puedes soportar. Hay una línea en particular que llama mi atención "This lithium is heroin to me" (Este litio es heroína para mi), el litio se usa en el tratamiento de la depresión, por lo que esta línea se refiere a las relaciones infructíferas de una sóla noche, que suponen una especie de cura a la depresión pero que al mismo tiempo se convierten en una adicción. Toda la belleza y la tristeza de la soledad concentradas con brutal honestidad en una sóla canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a message to your head&lt;br /&gt;Just stay beside her in the bed&lt;br /&gt;You were so stupid&lt;br /&gt;To believe in things you couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Then make them all you want&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't got the reasons&lt;br /&gt;Just make up any reasons&lt;br /&gt;Then pick them til they're torn&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away&lt;br /&gt;You took your coat today&lt;br /&gt;But they all go back in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Make a time to find your way&lt;br /&gt;I got a little further today&lt;br /&gt;Wash your eyes clear of anything&lt;br /&gt;Make them empty circles&lt;br /&gt;Dress yourself in black or grey&lt;br /&gt;I’m hungry like a wild waif or only child&lt;br /&gt;This lithium is heroin to me&lt;br /&gt;It makes it all withdraw&lt;br /&gt;All the anger and loss&lt;br /&gt;But it all keeps coming back in the morning&lt;br /&gt;You keep yourself too clean&lt;br /&gt;You dig yourself a dream&lt;br /&gt;That we won’t be coming home alone&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Counting_Crows"&gt;Couting Crows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e896df3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-4068838865277684018?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/4068838865277684018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-2447633440357353716</id><published>2010-03-31T12:06:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:30:29.651-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Damien Rice - Delicate</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/huDIF--HmPU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/huDIF--HmPU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de años de buscar y eventualmente abandonar la búsqueda de una canción que escuché por primera y única vez en la serie de television Huff, hace poco escuchando la discografía de Damien Rice y sin buscar, la encontré, se llama delicate y es mejor de lo que recordaba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-2447633440357353716?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/2447633440357353716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=2447633440357353716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2447633440357353716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qxkBlqsRIY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo dejar de escuchar esta canción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1357470249909120737?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1357470249909120737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1357470249909120737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISIFh8hBz7g&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISIFh8hBz7g&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta cancón me hizo bajarme el concierto Live At La Cigale Paris 2006 de Red Hot Chili Peppers, el álbum &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/By_the_way" target = "blank"&gt;By the Way&lt;/a&gt; y Dos Discos de John Frusciante (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadows_Collide_With_People" target = "blank"&gt;Shadows Collide with People&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Will_to_Death" target = "blank"&gt;The Will to Death&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div 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allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace un par de noches veía el concierto Live At La Cigale Paris 2006 de Red Hot Chili Peppers con mi hermana y mi primo, cuando de repente John Frusciante empieza a tocar una tonada familiar y se acerca al micrófono pienso ¿Va a cantar? y sí, así fue, luego nos dimos cuenta que cantaba un cover de los Bee Gees, no pudimos hacer otra cosa que sonreír mientras cantábamos a coro, éste fue sin duda un gran momento del concierto, totalmente inesperado y una verdadera grata sorpresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Frusciante" target="blank"&gt;John Frusciante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-2867980500000612811?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-7715487784920108581</id><published>2010-02-06T16:03:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T05:29:48.649-04:30</updated><title type='text'>February Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/S2LaK5EbAOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z7yg4CNkYz4/s1600-h/album-february-song.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432143981215154402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/S2LaK5EbAOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/z7yg4CNkYz4/s320/album-february-song.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that old friend gone&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a February song&lt;br /&gt;Tell him it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Til he opens his eyes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that simple day&lt;br /&gt;Before colors broke into shades&lt;br /&gt;And how did I ever fade&lt;br /&gt;Into this life, into this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I slip away&lt;br /&gt;When all that I've known is lost and found&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I, I'll come back to you&lt;br /&gt;One day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning is waking up&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's more than just enough&lt;br /&gt;And all that you need to love&lt;br /&gt;Is in front of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It's in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to find my ground&lt;br /&gt;Cause I keep on falling , as I try to get&lt;br /&gt;away from this crazy world.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all that I've known is lost and found&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I, I'll come back to you&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is that old friend gone&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a February song&lt;br /&gt;Tell him it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Til he opens his eyes, opens his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josh_Groban" target="BLANK"&gt;Josh Groban&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4ef0351" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: &lt;a href="http://ysik2021.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;Jessica &lt;/a&gt;si pasas por aquí dejame un comenatario sobre la canción&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7715487784920108581?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7715487784920108581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7715487784920108581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7715487784920108581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7715487784920108581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-song.html' title='February Song'/><author><name>Ermitaño 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432148113701090994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/S2Ld7bx2NrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/13fv32eTUZw/s320/Pearl_jam_backspacer.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 291px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nombre del disco: Backspacer&lt;br /&gt;Fecha de lanzamiento: Septiembre 2009&lt;br /&gt;Producido por: Brendan O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este disco de poco más de 36 minutos de duración constituye el noveno álbum de estudio de la banda norteamericana &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_Jam" target="BLANK"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;Pearl jam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, y marca un cambio de enfoque con respecto a las producciones anteriores cargadas de contenido político y mayor extensión temporal, a un enfoque mucho más personal, más directo y  hasta optimista, cambio que posiblemente sorprenda pero que no podría haber venido en mejor momento.&lt;br /&gt;Solo un dejo del contenido político característico de los dos trabajos anteriores de esta banda se siente en el segundo track del disco “Got Some” -This situation, which side are you on? Are you getting out? Are you dropping bombs? Have you heard of diplomatic resolve? (¿De qué lado estás en esta situación? ¿Te estás saliendo? ¿Estas lanzando bombas? ¿Has oído de solución diplomática?)-, luego Backspacer continúa con lo que viene a ser el primer sencillo, The Fixer, que a pesar de sus aparentemente esperanzadas letras parece tratarse de la inhabilidad de algunas personas de tan sólo disfrutar el momento sin tratar de arreglarlo todo, según declaró &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_Vedder" target="blank"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;Eddie Vedder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, vocalista de la agrupación.&lt;br /&gt;Cualquiera que sea familiar con el film &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Into_the_Wild" target="blank"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;"Into the wild"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y su banda sonora, realizada como un proyecto solista  por Eddie, encontrará reminiscencias de este trabajo entre las canciones del último álbum de Pearl Jam, y es que “Just Breathe” bien podría haber sido (y en cierta forma es) parte de éste; según los miembros del grupo Just Breathe es lo más cercano a una canción de amor escrita por Vedder, y nos habla precisamente de lo que The Fixer denuncia…. Ser capaces de tan sólo respirar, compartir  un momento y un lugar con una persona especial, estar ahí, solo ahí, sólo estar.&lt;br /&gt;La sexta canción del Backspacer se convirtió en mi primera favorita de éste, con sabor a plegaria de agradecimiento y letras como “If not for love I would be drowning I’ve seen it work both ways, but I am up (Si no es por amor, estaría ahogándome  lo he visto funcionar de ambas formas, pero estoy arriba); “Love ain’t love until you give it up” (El amor no es amor hasta que lo entregas) y “I can see the Light Coming through the clouds in rays” (Puedo ver los rayos de luz viniendo a través de las nubes); Amongst the Waves es verdaderamente un deleite, una de las canciones más, o tal vez la más, optimistas de esta banda, perfecta para cualquier ocasión, con una excelente guitarra del señor &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_McCready" target="blank"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt; Mike McCready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que deja un muy buen sabor de boca y el deseo de seguir descubriendo más este disco que no decepciona, sino que intriga, atrapa, engancha y enamora.&lt;br /&gt;Luego continúa la segunda mitad de este viaje que nos pasea por Unthought Known, canción que habla sobre la psique humana; la electrizante Supersonic; Speed of Sound, tomada desde la perspectiva  de un hombre que permanece sentado en un bar después que todos se han ido, aforrándose a un sueño de luz distante, esperando el sol, esperando una palabra que nunca llega;&lt;br /&gt;se extiende por Force of Nature hasta la poderosa y visceral balada The End que da fin a este grandioso lanzamiento.&lt;br /&gt;Por todo esto y más Backspacer no sólo es uno de los álbumes indispensables de Pearl Jam, sino de todo el 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzUxMDExMzE4OTAmcHQ9MTI3NTEwMTE*MDIzNCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTMwNGJlZjU3NzIyZjQ3Mjg4NjNi/MTM1YjkyYWMwYzZi.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" height="311" width="410" style="width:410px;height:311px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=55658656&amp;path=2010/05/28&amp;mycolor=000000&amp;mycolor2=f5f5f5&amp;mycolor3=5dccd4&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backspacer" target="BLANK"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;Información sobre el álbum (en Español)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backspacer" target="BLANK"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;Información sobre el álbum (en Inglés)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearljam.com/" target="BLANK"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;Página Oficial de la banda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-6122232060608974145?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/6122232060608974145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=6122232060608974145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/6122232060608974145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/6122232060608974145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2010/01/backspacer-debajo-de-todo-simplemente.html' title='Backspacer - En el fondo simplemente otro ser humano'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/S2Ld7bx2NrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/13fv32eTUZw/s72-c/Pearl_jam_backspacer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3064284595463918040</id><published>2008-10-30T00:23:00.012-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T05:13:42.564-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Mary live at the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SQlAOMcK_GI/AAAAAAAAATU/SbLXhvsHiX4/s1600-h/PearlJamLiveGarden.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262808252160867426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SQlAOMcK_GI/AAAAAAAAATU/SbLXhvsHiX4/s320/PearlJamLiveGarden.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 239px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un misterio, un misterio que no se acaba, algo de nostalgia y una historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack.&lt;br /&gt;On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes on the way into town we'd say,&lt;br /&gt;"mother can we stop and give her a ride?"&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.&lt;br /&gt;Wild eyed crazy Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place.&lt;br /&gt;The old blue car we used to race&lt;br /&gt;A little country store with a sign tacked to the side&lt;br /&gt;Said 'NO L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G ALLOWED'&lt;br /&gt;Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.&lt;br /&gt;Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...&lt;br /&gt;A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills&lt;br /&gt;Looked down into the house of Mary.&lt;br /&gt;Bare bulb on Newspaper covered walls&lt;br /&gt;And Mary rising up above it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning on the way into town&lt;br /&gt;saw some skid marks and followed them around&lt;br /&gt;Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary&lt;br /&gt;That what you fear the most could meet you halfway&lt;br /&gt;That what you fear the most could meet you halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.&lt;br /&gt;Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_Jam" target="blank"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6bb6913" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3064284595463918040?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/3064284595463918040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=3064284595463918040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3064284595463918040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3064284595463918040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-mary-live-at-garden.html' title='Crazy Mary live at the Garden'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SQlAOMcK_GI/AAAAAAAAATU/SbLXhvsHiX4/s72-c/PearlJamLiveGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-5102469722130013347</id><published>2008-10-26T09:46:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:08:06.871-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Last Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SQR9NPn5KTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k9oiw4RUJ3Q/s1600-h/The_Strokes_-_Last_Nite_-_CD_single_cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261467931161209138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SQR9NPn5KTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k9oiw4RUJ3Q/s200/The_Strokes_-_Last_Nite_-_CD_single_cover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it turns me off,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel left out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I turned 'round:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh baby, don't care no more,&lt;br /&gt;I know this for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' out that door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been in town for just 'bout fifteen oh minutes now&lt;br /&gt;And Baby, I feel so down&lt;br /&gt;See I don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;I keep walkin' for miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;No, girlfriends, they can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandsons, they won't understand&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, I ain't ever gonna understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, don't feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it turns me off,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel left out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I turned 'round:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, gonna be alright"&lt;br /&gt;It was a great big lie&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I left that night”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, people they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;No, girlfriends, they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;In spaceships they won't understand&lt;br /&gt;And me, I ain't ever gonna understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;See, it turns me off,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel left out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I turned 'round:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh little girl I don't care no more.&lt;br /&gt;I know this for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking out that door," yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strokes" target="BLANK"&gt;The Strokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=00225c9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-5102469722130013347?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SQR9NPn5KTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k9oiw4RUJ3Q/s72-c/The_Strokes_-_Last_Nite_-_CD_single_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-2461700526907895142</id><published>2008-10-15T21:42:00.008-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:10:12.494-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Bold As Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;A continuación postearé esta canción en dos versiones: La original de Jimmi Hendrix y un cover realizado por John Mayer para su  tercer álbum de estudio (Continuum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SPapnJ-PNsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CzurJ6w02bk/s1600-h/Axiscover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257576105158588098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SPapnJ-PNsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CzurJ6w02bk/s320/Axiscover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=775a9c2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SPapMFmwEtI/AAAAAAAAASs/dKqqMkG3foY/s1600-h/john-mayer-painting-small2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257575640129868498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SPapMFmwEtI/AAAAAAAAASs/dKqqMkG3foY/s320/john-mayer-painting-small2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=05f18d6" 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type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/10/bold-as-love.html' title='Bold As Love'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SPapnJ-PNsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CzurJ6w02bk/s72-c/Axiscover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3092852242188208971</id><published>2008-10-11T10:40:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:58:25.898-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Father and Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SKW-u6ggAPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bvX2ieTtQPo/s1600-h/CatStevens-TeaForTheTillerman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234799855076901106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SKW-u6ggAPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bvX2ieTtQPo/s320/CatStevens-TeaForTheTillerman.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo un clásico del señor Cat Stevens(ahora Yusuf Islam), de verdad una canción a-temporal que refleja una realidad presente en prácticamente todas las relaciones padre e hijo, la búsqueda de aprobación, la dificultad de comunicación y el duro proceso de convertirse en adulto con ideas y creencias propias más allá de las enseñanzas de nuestros padres. De verdad un clásico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;It's not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just relax, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to know.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,&lt;br /&gt;To be calm when you've found something going on.&lt;br /&gt;But take your time, think a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Why, think of everything you've got.&lt;br /&gt;For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.&lt;br /&gt;It's always been the same, same old story.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;It's not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit down, take it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;if you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;(Son-- Away Away Away, I know I have to&lt;br /&gt;Make this decision alone - no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I cried,&lt;br /&gt;keeping all the things I knew inside,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them They know not me.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;(Father-- Stay Stay Stay, Why must you go and&lt;br /&gt;make this decision alone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Traducción: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padre: &lt;br /&gt;No es momento de hacer un cambio, &lt;br /&gt;Relájate, tranquilízate. &lt;br /&gt;Todavía eres joven, ese es tu defecto&lt;br /&gt;Hay tanto que tienes que saber. &lt;br /&gt;Encuentra una chica, sienta cabeza &lt;br /&gt;Si quieres puedes casarte &lt;br /&gt;Mírame, soy viejo, pero soy feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez yo fui como eres ahora, y se que no es &lt;br /&gt;fácil estar tranquilo cuando encuentras&lt;br /&gt;que algo está pasando&lt;br /&gt;Pero tomate tu tiempo, piensa mucho,&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en todo lo que has obtenido &lt;br /&gt;Porque tú estarás aquí mañana, &lt;br /&gt;pero tus sueños quizás no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hijo: &lt;br /&gt;¿Como puedo tratar de explicar, &lt;br /&gt;si cuando lo hago el se aparta de nuevo? &lt;br /&gt;Siempre ha sido lo mismo, la misma vieja historia. &lt;br /&gt;Desde el momento que pude hablar me ordenaron escuchar. &lt;br /&gt;Ahora hay un camino y se que tengo que irme. &lt;br /&gt;Se que tengo que irme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padre: &lt;br /&gt;No es momento de hacer un cambio, &lt;br /&gt;Relájate, tranquilízate. &lt;br /&gt;Todavía eres joven, ese es tu defecto&lt;br /&gt;Hay tanto que tienes que saber. &lt;br /&gt;Encuentra una chica, sienta cabeza &lt;br /&gt;Si quieres puedes casarte &lt;br /&gt;Mírame, soy viejo, pero soy feliz. &lt;br /&gt;(Hijo: Lejos, lejos, lejos, tengo que tomar esta decisión&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo - no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hijo: &lt;br /&gt;Todas las veces que lloré,&lt;br /&gt;guardando todo lo que sé adentro,&lt;br /&gt;es difícil, pero es más difícil ignorarlo &lt;br /&gt;Si ellos tuvieran razón, estaría de acuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;pero ellos no me conocen.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora hay un camino y se que tengo que irme.&lt;br /&gt;Se que tengo que irme Se que tengo que irme.&lt;br /&gt;(Padre: Quédate, quédate, quédate, ¿Por qué debes irte &lt;br /&gt;Y tomar esta decisión tú solo?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_Stevens" target="BLANK"&gt;Cat Stevens.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c0ed4f4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3092852242188208971?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/3092852242188208971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=3092852242188208971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3092852242188208971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3092852242188208971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/10/father-and-son.html' title='Father and Son'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SKW-u6ggAPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bvX2ieTtQPo/s72-c/CatStevens-TeaForTheTillerman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-2680967615992733368</id><published>2008-09-18T19:09:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:18:26.325-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SNLnC-RhOaI/AAAAAAAAANA/AcWm4yF7Emc/s1600-h/Back2Good.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247510554102282658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SNLnC-RhOaI/AAAAAAAAANA/AcWm4yF7Emc/s200/Back2Good.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más Matchbox 20, más música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing, It's so normal&lt;br /&gt;You just stand there&lt;br /&gt;I could say so much,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't go there cuz I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if you were lonely&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could leave here and no one would know&lt;br /&gt;At least not to the point that we would think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about somebody else&lt;br /&gt;It's best if we all keep it under our heads&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lonely now, and I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;To get it back to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This don't mean that, you own me&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell&lt;br /&gt;But things worked out just like you wanted too&lt;br /&gt;If you see me out you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Try to turn your head, try to give me some room&lt;br /&gt;To figure out just what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone here, hates everyone here for doing just like they do&lt;br /&gt;It's best if we all keep this quiet instead&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't tell, why everyone here was doing me like they do&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry now, and I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;To get it back to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here, is wondering what it's like to be with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here's to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone here gets caught up in the pleasure of the pain&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here hides shades of shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking inside we're the same, we're the same&lt;br /&gt;And we're all grown now,&lt;br /&gt;But we don't know how&lt;br /&gt;To get it back to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here&lt;br /&gt;Knows everyone here is thinking 'bout somebody else&lt;br /&gt;It's best if we all keep this under our heads&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;If anyone here was feeling the way I do&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;It's over now,&lt;br /&gt;There's no getting back to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matchbox_20" target="BLANK"&gt;Matchbox Twenty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2680967615992733368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-2-good.html' title='Back 2 Good'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SNLnC-RhOaI/AAAAAAAAANA/AcWm4yF7Emc/s72-c/Back2Good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-6885288457848599794</id><published>2008-09-18T15:02:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:12:56.974-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Hang</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SNKzc7gxhJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yTD8UoXVRnk/s1600-h/200px-Yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SNKzc7gxhJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yTD8UoXVRnk/s200/200px-Yourself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247453825432913042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta balada es la pista final del exitoso primer álbum de la banda de rock alternativo Matchbox Twenty que lleva por nombre "Yourself or Someone Like You" (Tu mismo o alguien como tú). Disco que trata temas relacionados con la soledad, el abuso psicológico, la humillación y la ira pero con un sonido melodioso y profundas e impactantes vocales y que cierra con broche de oro en esta canción donde una guitarra acústica se una la voz de Rob Thomas para interpretar la última pieza: Hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabs her magazines&lt;br /&gt;she packs her things and she goes&lt;br /&gt;she leaves the pictures hanging on the wall&lt;br /&gt;she burns all her notes and she knows&lt;br /&gt;she's been here too few years&lt;br /&gt;to feel this old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smokes his cigarette&lt;br /&gt;he stays outside 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;if anybody ever had a heart,&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't be alone, he knows&lt;br /&gt;she's been here too few years to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we always say&lt;br /&gt;it would be good to go away, someday&lt;br /&gt;but if there's nothing there to make things change&lt;br /&gt;if it's the same for you I'll just hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble understand&lt;br /&gt;is she got reasons he don't&lt;br /&gt;funny how he couldn't see at all&lt;br /&gt;'til she grabbed up her coat, and she goes&lt;br /&gt;she's been here too few years&lt;br /&gt;to take it all in stride&lt;br /&gt;But still it's much too long&lt;br /&gt;to let her go (you let her go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we always say&lt;br /&gt;it would be good to go away, someday&lt;br /&gt;but if there's nothing there to make things change&lt;br /&gt;if it's the same for you I'll just hang&lt;br /&gt;the same for you I'll always hang&lt;br /&gt;well I always say&lt;br /&gt;it would be good to go away&lt;br /&gt;but if things don't work out like we think&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing there to ease this ache&lt;br /&gt;but if there's nothing there to make things change&lt;br /&gt;if it's the same for you I'll just hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matchbox_20" target="BLANK"&gt;Matchbox Twenty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=65f45e3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-6885288457848599794?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/6885288457848599794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=6885288457848599794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/6885288457848599794'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SMLvMK4VAkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lpBYSX_Iads/s1600-h/Ggddizzy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243015908570759746" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SMLvMK4VAkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lpBYSX_Iads/s200/Ggddizzy.png" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta canción, según el vocalista de The goo goo dolls, es sobre una mujer adicta a la heroína y de cómo su pareja trata desesperadamente de salvarla, lo cual ha llevado a especular que se trata de la esposa del bajita de la banda (Robby Takac) quien murió por una sobredosis de heroína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's black balloon makes her fly&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell into that hole in your life&lt;br /&gt;And you're not thinking about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were the same as me&lt;br /&gt;But on your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand other boys could never reach you&lt;br /&gt;How could I have been the one&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world spin beneath you&lt;br /&gt;And scatter like ice from the spoon&lt;br /&gt;That was your womb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down the world turned over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I go on as you get colder&lt;br /&gt;Or are you someone's prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the lies they always told you&lt;br /&gt;And the love you never knew&lt;br /&gt;What's the things they never showed you&lt;br /&gt;That swallowed the light from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Inside your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down the world turned over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I go on as you get colder&lt;br /&gt;Or are you someone's prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no time left for losin'&lt;br /&gt;When you stand they fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down the world turned over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I go on as you get colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down the years turn over&lt;br /&gt;And angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go and lead you home and&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm&lt;br /&gt;And I'll become&lt;br /&gt;What you became to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Goo_Goo_Dolls" target="BLANK"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9380c26" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7491443447099402729?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7491443447099402729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7491443447099402729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7491443447099402729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7491443447099402729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-balloon.html' title='Black Balloon'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SMLvMK4VAkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lpBYSX_Iads/s72-c/Ggddizzy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-582118278605042475</id><published>2008-09-03T11:03:00.008-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:06:58.158-04:30</updated><title type='text'>How to Save a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SL6vYby-g1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xVHbIc1sEeY/s1600-h/HTSAL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241819850619126610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SL6vYby-g1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xVHbIc1sEeY/s320/HTSAL.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción la escuché por primera vez hace muy poco tiempo y es de esas canciones que desde la primera vez que las escuchas te gustan y no puedes sacar de tu mente, se llama How to say a life y es interpretada por The fray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And prey to god he hears you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours, grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life &lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6a2e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paso uno dices: Necesitamos hablar&lt;br /&gt;Él camina y dices siéntate es sólo una conversación&lt;br /&gt;Él te sonríe amablemente&lt;br /&gt;Lo miras amablemente&lt;br /&gt;Hay una especie de ventana a tu derecha&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras él va hacia la izquierda tu permaneces a la derecha&lt;br /&gt;Entre las líneas del miedo y la culpa&lt;br /&gt;Y empiezas a preguntarte por qué has venido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde me equivoqué?, Perdí a un amigo&lt;br /&gt;En algún lugar de la amargura&lt;br /&gt;Y podría haberme quedado contigo la noche entera&lt;br /&gt;Si hubiera sabido como salvar una vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le haces saber que tienes mas experiencia&lt;br /&gt;Porque después de todo la tienes&lt;br /&gt;Tratas de atravesar su defensa&lt;br /&gt;Sin admitir inocencia&lt;br /&gt;Dejas caer una lista de las cosas que están mal&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas que siempre le dijiste&lt;br /&gt;Le oras a Dios para que te escuche&lt;br /&gt;Y persigues a Dios para que él te oiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde me equivoqué?, Perdí a un amigo&lt;br /&gt;En algún lugar de la amargura&lt;br /&gt;Y podría haberme quedado contigo la noche entera&lt;br /&gt;Si hubiera sabido como salvar una vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el comienza a alzar su voz&lt;br /&gt;Tú bajas la tuya, le concedes una última opción&lt;br /&gt;Sigue hasta que pierdas el camino&lt;br /&gt;O termina con aquellos a los que has seguido&lt;br /&gt;Él hará una de las dos cosas&lt;br /&gt;Admitirá todo&lt;br /&gt;O sólo dirá que ya no es el mismo&lt;br /&gt;Y preguntarás a preguntar por qué has venido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde me equivoqué?, Perdí a un amigo&lt;br /&gt;En algún lugar de la amargura&lt;br /&gt;Y podría haberme quedado contigo la noche entera&lt;br /&gt;Si hubiera sabido como salvar una vida&lt;br /&gt;Si hubiera sabido como salvar una vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fray" target="BLANK"&gt;The Fray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d5c2389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-582118278605042475?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/582118278605042475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=582118278605042475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/582118278605042475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/582118278605042475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-save-life.html' title='How to Save a Life'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SL6vYby-g1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/xVHbIc1sEeY/s72-c/HTSAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-5349176570471813064</id><published>2008-08-28T22:05:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:33:56.479-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Here Is Gone Cover por Ana Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igE3PUZ_DL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igE3PUZ_DL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-5349176570471813064?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3481444655417770774</id><published>2008-06-27T01:43:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:18:32.277-04:30</updated><title type='text'>When I Dream of Michelangelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SGSKS7USAgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RUb_CqAn3p8/s1600-h/671px-Landingpagealbumart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SGSKS7USAgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RUb_CqAn3p8/s320/671px-Landingpagealbumart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216446326166913538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que publicaré en esta ocasión es, actualmente, mi canción favorita del quinto álbum de estudio de la banda californiana Counting Crows que lleva por nombre Saturday Nights &amp;amp; Sunday Mornings (noches de Sábado y mañanas de Domingo). Esta nueva producción viene a ser un disco conceptual que gira en torno a temas referentes al pecado y el arrepentimiento y esta dividido en dos secciones: Una primera mitad llena de influencias del rock, guitarras eléctricas y algo de distorsión y una segunda mitad mucho más acústica e influenciada por sonidos country, donde Adam Duritz prueba, una vez más, que hay mucho más en esta banda que Mr. Jones. A continuación las letras de When I Dream of Michelangelo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I don't like you&lt;br /&gt;But you wanna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are bodies on the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And they're fluttering their wings&lt;br /&gt;It's ok I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;When you dream of Michelangelo&lt;br /&gt;They hang above your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that she is not my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I know cause there she goes&lt;br /&gt;Walking on my skin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't why you'd want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;When your vision of America is crystalline and clean&lt;br /&gt;I want a white bread life&lt;br /&gt;Just something ignorant and plain,&lt;br /&gt;But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that she is not my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I know cause there she goes&lt;br /&gt;Walking on my skin again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn on a line&lt;br /&gt;A sun afire on strings and wires&lt;br /&gt;To spin above my head and make it right&lt;br /&gt;But any time you like&lt;br /&gt;You can catch a sight of angel eyes all emptiness and infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I see god upon the ceiling I see angels overhead&lt;br /&gt;And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand&lt;br /&gt;But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that she is not my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I know cause there she goes&lt;br /&gt;Walking on my skin again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Counting Crows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=80e8ca7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3481444655417770774?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/3481444655417770774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=3481444655417770774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3481444655417770774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3481444655417770774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-dream-of-michelangelo.html' title='When I Dream of Michelangelo'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SGSKS7USAgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RUb_CqAn3p8/s72-c/671px-Landingpagealbumart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-7862709409696297748</id><published>2008-06-18T20:30:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:32:37.474-04:30</updated><title type='text'>La piel de mi niña huele a caramelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SFmwYQ7L6xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WcO8AB_BFBM/s1600-h/28-04-08_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SFmwYQ7L6xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WcO8AB_BFBM/s320/28-04-08_0951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213391974564621074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La piel de mi niña&lt;br /&gt;huele a caramelo&lt;br /&gt;y al mango dulcito&lt;br /&gt;que se da en mi pueblo&lt;br /&gt;La piel de mi niña&lt;br /&gt;es mi propia piel&lt;br /&gt;sólo que en la vida&lt;br /&gt;hay sudores viejos&lt;br /&gt;Mi piel chamuscada&lt;br /&gt;ardida en deseos&lt;br /&gt;y la piel de mi niña&lt;br /&gt;huele a caramelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si hay que hacer la guerra&lt;br /&gt;la guerra se hará&lt;br /&gt;para ver los niños&lt;br /&gt;felices jugar&lt;br /&gt;Y a la gente vieja&lt;br /&gt;hablar de la paz&lt;br /&gt;que después la guerra&lt;br /&gt;estará demás&lt;br /&gt;que después la guerra&lt;br /&gt;estará demás&lt;br /&gt;que después la guerra&lt;br /&gt;estará demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirulí, giraluna&lt;br /&gt;pirulí, pirulero&lt;br /&gt;que la piel de mi niña&lt;br /&gt;huele a caramelo&lt;br /&gt;dormite mi niña&lt;br /&gt;despierten los viejos&lt;br /&gt;busquen la alborada&lt;br /&gt;por un mundo nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Pirulí, giraluna&lt;br /&gt;por la misma tierra&lt;br /&gt;pirulí, pirulero&lt;br /&gt;por el mismo cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La piel de mi niña&lt;br /&gt;es piel de mi pueblo&lt;br /&gt;es mi propia piel&lt;br /&gt;y del pueblo vengo&lt;br /&gt;Con sus niños viejos&lt;br /&gt;sus niños obreros&lt;br /&gt;sin un sólo mango&lt;br /&gt;sin un caramelo&lt;br /&gt;sin un sólo mango&lt;br /&gt;sin un caramelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirulí, giraluna&lt;br /&gt;pirulí, pirulero&lt;br /&gt;que la piel de mi niña&lt;br /&gt;huele a caramelo&lt;br /&gt;despierten los niños&lt;br /&gt;despierten los viejos&lt;br /&gt;corral la alborada&lt;br /&gt;por un mundo nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Es bravo tío tigre&lt;br /&gt;pero tío conejo&lt;br /&gt;dará a cada niño&lt;br /&gt;un lindo lucero&lt;br /&gt;y también un mango&lt;br /&gt;y un caramelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirulí, giraluna&lt;br /&gt;pirulí, pirulero&lt;br /&gt;que la piel de mi niña&lt;br /&gt;huele a caramelo&lt;br /&gt;pirulí, giraluna&lt;br /&gt;por la misma tierra&lt;br /&gt;pirulí, pirulero&lt;br /&gt;bajo el mismo cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alí Primera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=cd2a00b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7862709409696297748?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SFmwYQ7L6xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WcO8AB_BFBM/s72-c/28-04-08_0951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1237500514506175793</id><published>2008-06-09T01:07:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:33:40.627-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Ojalá</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEzFK_yKefI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q6ivPDyuylc/s1600-h/silvio010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEzFK_yKefI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q6ivPDyuylc/s200/silvio010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209755661672020466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan&lt;br /&gt;para que no las puedas convertir en cristal.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá se te acabé la mirada constante,&lt;br /&gt;la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:&lt;br /&gt;una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre&lt;br /&gt;en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones:&lt;br /&gt;ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que la aurora no dé gritos que caigan en mi espalda.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que el deseo se vaya tras de ti,&lt;br /&gt;a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá se te acabé la mirada constante,&lt;br /&gt;la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:&lt;br /&gt;una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre&lt;br /&gt;en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones:&lt;br /&gt;ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones&lt;br /&gt;ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:&lt;br /&gt;una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre&lt;br /&gt;en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones&lt;br /&gt;ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.silviorodriguez.org/ target = blank&gt;Silvio Rodríguez.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a9dd9e4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1237500514506175793?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1237500514506175793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1237500514506175793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1237500514506175793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1237500514506175793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/ojal.html' title='Ojalá'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEzFK_yKefI/AAAAAAAAALg/Q6ivPDyuylc/s72-c/silvio010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-6413897669337365890</id><published>2008-06-08T21:57:00.003-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:25:05.818-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEyVKfQfzlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OWkUGZOdjt8/s1600-h/torn.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209702876382744146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEyVKfQfzlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OWkUGZOdjt8/s320/torn.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw a man brought to life&lt;br /&gt;He was warm&lt;br /&gt;He came around and he was dignified&lt;br /&gt;He showed me what it was to cry&lt;br /&gt;Well you couldn't be that man I adored&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem to know&lt;br /&gt;Or seem to care what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know him anymore&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My conversation has run dry&lt;br /&gt;That's what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's fine I'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed&lt;br /&gt;Lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed&lt;br /&gt;Into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;And I can see&lt;br /&gt;The perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late&lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the fortune teller's right&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen just what was there&lt;br /&gt;And not some holy light&lt;br /&gt;But you crawled beneath my veins&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I have no luck&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss it all that much&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things&lt;br /&gt;That I can't touch I'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed&lt;br /&gt;Lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed&lt;br /&gt;Into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;And I can see&lt;br /&gt;The perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late&lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn...&lt;br /&gt;Torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;That's what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's right I'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed&lt;br /&gt;Lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed&lt;br /&gt;Into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;And I can see&lt;br /&gt;The perfect sky is torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Bound and broken on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late&lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn...&lt;br /&gt;Torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natalie_Imbruglia" target="blank"&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6ba11f0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEyVKfQfzlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OWkUGZOdjt8/s72-c/torn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1707753722049706024</id><published>2008-06-08T20:15:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:35:53.453-04:30</updated><title type='text'>No basta rezar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CHjRXw6Mwk/SEx8ARBsbUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wa7zg5GrzBE/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CHjRXw6Mwk/SEx8ARBsbUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wa7zg5GrzBE/s200/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209675212973174082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y rezan de buena fe&lt;br /&gt;y rezan de corazón&lt;br /&gt;pero también reza el piloto&lt;br /&gt;cuando monta en el avión&lt;br /&gt;para ir a bombardear&lt;br /&gt;a los niños del Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;para ir a bombardear&lt;br /&gt;a los niños del Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada se puede lograr&lt;br /&gt;si no hay revolución&lt;br /&gt;reza el rico, reza el amo&lt;br /&gt;y te maltratan al peón&lt;br /&gt;reza el rico, reza el amo&lt;br /&gt;y te maltratan al peón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;En el mundo no habrá paz&lt;br /&gt;mientras haya explotación&lt;br /&gt;del hombre por el hombre&lt;br /&gt;y exista desigualdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del hombre por el hombre&lt;br /&gt;y exista desigualdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas &lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el pueblo se levante&lt;br /&gt;y que todo haga cambiar&lt;br /&gt;ustedes dirán conmigo&lt;br /&gt;no bastaba con rezar&lt;br /&gt;ustedes dirán conmigo&lt;br /&gt;no bastaba con rezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;hacen falta muchas cosas&lt;br /&gt;para conseguir la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no basta rezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al%C3%AD_Primera target = blank&gt;Alí Primera.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=240bcdb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1707753722049706024?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1707753722049706024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1707753722049706024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1707753722049706024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1707753722049706024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-basta-rezar.html' title='No basta rezar'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5CHjRXw6Mwk/SEx8ARBsbUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wa7zg5GrzBE/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1405085866962813653</id><published>2008-06-06T09:21:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:37:11.908-04:30</updated><title type='text'>That I would be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SElCHXkRiDI/AAAAAAAAALI/DwRIJPCbiRI/s1600-h/alanis-morissette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SElCHXkRiDI/AAAAAAAAALI/DwRIJPCbiRI/s320/alanis-morissette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208767138383366194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I got and stayed sick&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth&lt;br /&gt;that I would be great if I was no longer queen&lt;br /&gt;that I would be grand if I was not all knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be loved even when I numb myself&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even when I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;that I would be loved even when I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;that I would be good even if I was clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I lost sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that I would be good whether with or without you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=796d211" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1405085866962813653?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1405085866962813653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1405085866962813653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1405085866962813653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1405085866962813653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-i-would-be-good.html' title='That I would be Good'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SElCHXkRiDI/AAAAAAAAALI/DwRIJPCbiRI/s72-c/alanis-morissette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1261409340787346996</id><published>2008-06-03T12:59:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:54:21.188-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Pale Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEWB3b98rKI/AAAAAAAAALA/MBoLFlzTVA0/s1600-h/Courtney_Love_on_stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEWB3b98rKI/AAAAAAAAALA/MBoLFlzTVA0/s320/Courtney_Love_on_stage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207711333524221090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con toda la ira, la crudeza y la fuerza del grunge nos llega este cover de Pale Blue Eyes, original de la Velvet Underground, realizado en vivo por la banda encabezada por Courtney Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so sad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel almost heavenly but&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I mostly feel mad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lately I just feel bad&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good what we did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do it again&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you're insane&lt;br /&gt;Only proves that you're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will never fuck anyone else again&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as my mountain top&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you as my peak&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as everything &lt;br /&gt;That I had and I couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that I had and I couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you explode inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you explode my heart&lt;br /&gt;I never had nothing anywhere&lt;br /&gt;So the end is where I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm real and that's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Linger on your pale blue eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hole target ="blank"&gt;Hole&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e6321b9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1261409340787346996?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1261409340787346996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1261409340787346996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1261409340787346996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1261409340787346996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/pale-blue-eyes_03.html' title='Pale Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SEWB3b98rKI/AAAAAAAAALA/MBoLFlzTVA0/s72-c/Courtney_Love_on_stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-8947608211608164800</id><published>2008-06-02T21:59:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:41:15.167-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Tied My Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESwj798rJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3_Y0nj2VlP4/s1600-h/Seether-OCNdesktop1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESwj798rJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3_Y0nj2VlP4/s320/Seether-OCNdesktop1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207481200586566802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember when,we used to cry&lt;br /&gt;But never in distress&lt;br /&gt;Or can you picture when&lt;br /&gt;We used to pride ourselves on neatness&lt;br /&gt;I can’t understand,what you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;You made me wild, then you tied my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember when&lt;br /&gt;we used to laugh&lt;br /&gt;At those mistakes we made&lt;br /&gt;Or can you picture then&lt;br /&gt;How we used to drive&lt;br /&gt;And never reach the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;What you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;You made me wild,&lt;br /&gt;Then you tied my hands,&lt;br /&gt;You tied my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you went away&lt;br /&gt;Made me find&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away&lt;br /&gt;Made me find&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;What you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;You made me wild,&lt;br /&gt;Then you tied my hands.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;What you meant to me&lt;br /&gt;You made me wild,&lt;br /&gt;Then you tied my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tied my hands&lt;br /&gt;Tied my hands&lt;br /&gt;You tied my hands&lt;br /&gt;You tied my hands&lt;br /&gt;You tied my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=125810e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-8947608211608164800?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/8947608211608164800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=8947608211608164800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8947608211608164800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8947608211608164800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/tied-my-hands.html' title='Tied My Hands'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESwj798rJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3_Y0nj2VlP4/s72-c/Seether-OCNdesktop1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3129371220538979753</id><published>2008-06-02T21:45:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:42:25.332-04:30</updated><title type='text'>All the World is Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESrzb98rHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bbMSM9wp28s/s1600-h/Tom_Waits_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESrzb98rHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bbMSM9wp28s/s320/Tom_Waits_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207475969316400242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;When you became my wife&lt;br /&gt;I risked it all aganist the sea&lt;br /&gt;To have a better life&lt;br /&gt;Marie you're the wild blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And men do foolish things&lt;br /&gt;You turn kings into beggars&lt;br /&gt;And beggars into kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that you owe me nothing&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is green&lt;br /&gt;We can bring back the old days again&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fase forgives the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The worm forgives the plow&lt;br /&gt;The questions begs the answer&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me somehow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when our story's over&lt;br /&gt;We'll go where it's always spring&lt;br /&gt;The band is playing our song again&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that you owe me nothing&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is green&lt;br /&gt;We can bring back the old days again&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is yellow silver&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things that summer brings&lt;br /&gt;It's a love you'd kill for&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is balancing a diamond&lt;br /&gt;On a blade of grass&lt;br /&gt;The dew will settle on our grave&lt;br /&gt;When all the world is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Waits target = BLANK&gt;Tom Waits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9fe4214" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3129371220538979753?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/3129371220538979753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=3129371220538979753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3129371220538979753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3129371220538979753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-world-is-green.html' title='All the World is Green'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESrzb98rHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bbMSM9wp28s/s72-c/Tom_Waits_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-8541389328749646536</id><published>2008-06-02T21:36:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:43:14.611-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Kiss Me Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESoH798rGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kjChVWb-jVM/s1600-h/ultra-orange-emmanuelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESoH798rGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kjChVWb-jVM/s320/ultra-orange-emmanuelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207471923457207394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you close the door&lt;br /&gt;Just turn off the lights now&lt;br /&gt;The world looks better into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Between the curtains somebody's watching&lt;br /&gt;Oh sail me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't kiss me goodbye, baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around since too much time&lt;br /&gt;Those railroad tracks&lt;br /&gt;Will swallow my mind&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to stop wasting my life&lt;br /&gt;If only I could just make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye, baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultra_Orange_&amp;_Emmanuelle target = BLANK&gt;Ultra Orange &amp; Emmanuelle&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ce4bc36" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESoH798rGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kjChVWb-jVM/s72-c/ultra-orange-emmanuelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-5318206731908164196</id><published>2008-06-02T21:10:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:49:47.155-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Pale Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESk9L98rFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VadgXoRwoOw/s1600-h/Velvetundergroundthirdalbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESk9L98rFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VadgXoRwoOw/s200/Velvetundergroundthirdalbum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207468440238730322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;br /&gt;But mostly you just make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you just make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as my mountain top,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as my peak.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of you as everything,&lt;br /&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;br /&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make the world as pure &lt;br /&gt;And strange as what I see,&lt;br /&gt;I'd put you in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip a life completely.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff it in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;She said, Money is like us in time,&lt;br /&gt;It lies, but can't stand up.&lt;br /&gt;Down for you is up.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good what we did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do it once again.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are married,&lt;br /&gt;Only proves, you're my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;But it's truly, truly a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Velvet_Underground Target = BLANK&gt;The Velvet Underground.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1467ad0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/pale-blue-eyes.html' title='Pale Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SESk9L98rFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VadgXoRwoOw/s72-c/Velvetundergroundthirdalbum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-7904442499258472679</id><published>2008-06-01T20:06:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T05:40:12.497-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Techos de cartón</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SENBfr98rEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lM5HZVBouvM/s1600-h/ali_primera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SENBfr98rEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lM5HZVBouvM/s200/ali_primera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207077606804728898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que triste, se oye la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;en los techos de cartón&lt;br /&gt;que triste vive mi gente&lt;br /&gt;en las casas de cartón.&lt;br /&gt;Viene bajando el obrero&lt;br /&gt;casi arrastrando los pasos&lt;br /&gt;por el peso del sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;Mira que mucho sufrir&lt;br /&gt;mira que pesa el sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;Arriba, deja la mujer preñada&lt;br /&gt;abajo está la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;y se pierde en su maraña&lt;br /&gt;hoy es lo mismo que ayer&lt;br /&gt;es su vida sin mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahí cae la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;viene, viene el sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;pero si la lluvia pasa,&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuando pasa el sufrimiento?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuando viene la esperanza?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niños color de mi tierra&lt;br /&gt;con sus mismas cicatrices&lt;br /&gt;millonarios de lombrices&lt;br /&gt;Y, por eso:&lt;br /&gt;Que tristes viven los niños&lt;br /&gt;en las casas de cartón&lt;br /&gt;que alegres viven los perros&lt;br /&gt;casa del explotador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted no lo va a creer&lt;br /&gt;pero hay escuelas de perros&lt;br /&gt;y les dan educación;&lt;br /&gt;pá que no muerdan los diarios&lt;br /&gt;pero el patrón,&lt;br /&gt;hace años, muchos años&lt;br /&gt;que está mordiendo al obrero&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, uhum, uhum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que triste se oye la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;en las casas de cartón&lt;br /&gt;que lejos pasa la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;de los techos de cartón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al%C3%AD_Primera TARGET = BLANK&gt;Alí Primera&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3655185" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7904442499258472679?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7904442499258472679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7904442499258472679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7904442499258472679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7904442499258472679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/06/techos-de-cartn.html' title='Techos de cartón'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SENBfr98rEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lM5HZVBouvM/s72-c/ali_primera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3354768699551622644</id><published>2008-05-29T17:12:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:04:27.960-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Los que mueren por la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SD8kW-jEqVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bvyaakaalQk/s1600-h/aliprimera_13envivo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SD8kW-jEqVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bvyaakaalQk/s200/aliprimera_13envivo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205919671429409106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los que mueren por la vida&lt;br /&gt;no pueden llamarse muertos&lt;br /&gt;y a partir de este momento&lt;br /&gt;es prohibido llorarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se callen los redobles&lt;br /&gt;en todos campanarios&lt;br /&gt;vamos pu' pa'l carajo&lt;br /&gt;que para amanecer&lt;br /&gt;no hacen falta gallinas&lt;br /&gt;sino cantar de gallos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos nos serán bandera&lt;br /&gt;para abrazarnos con ella&lt;br /&gt;y el que no la pueda alzar&lt;br /&gt;que abandone la pelea&lt;br /&gt;no es tiempo de recular&lt;br /&gt;ni de vivir de leyendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;que tu voz sea disparo&lt;br /&gt;que con las manos del pueblo&lt;br /&gt;no habrá canto desarmado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;que no calle tu canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si te falta bastimento&lt;br /&gt;tienes ese corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tiene latir de bongo&lt;br /&gt;color de vino ancestral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene tu cueca de lucha&lt;br /&gt;cabalgando un viento austral&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;que tu voz sea disparo&lt;br /&gt;que con las manos del pueblo&lt;br /&gt;no habrá canto desarmado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;que no calle tu canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te falta bastimento&lt;br /&gt;tienes ese corazón&lt;br /&gt;que tiene latir de bongo&lt;br /&gt;color de vino ancestral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene tu cueca de lucha&lt;br /&gt;jineteando un viento austral&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;los que mueren por la vida&lt;br /&gt;no pueden llamarse muertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;que no calle tu canción&lt;br /&gt;Si te falta bastimento&lt;br /&gt;tienes ese corazón&lt;br /&gt;Canta canta compañero&lt;br /&gt;canta canta compañero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al%C3%AD_Primera TARGET = BLANK&gt;Alí Primera&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3354768699551622644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/05/los-que-mueren-por-la-vida.html' title='Los que mueren por la vida'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SD8kW-jEqVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bvyaakaalQk/s72-c/aliprimera_13envivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1978020434387463014</id><published>2008-05-15T23:19:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:13:03.382-04:30</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SC0F2oQugKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/34Jn1Jvc27o/s1600-h/Publicity05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SC0F2oQugKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/34Jn1Jvc27o/s200/Publicity05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200819580761440418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos con más de The Cranberries. Que Cranberrizado estoy últimamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going out tonight 'cos I don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;I am staying at home tonight 'cos I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;You revealed a world to me and I would never be&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling in such happiness, your gift, your purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh-ee-oh, eh-ee-oh, eh-ee,oh, eh-ee-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, you and me it will always be&lt;br /&gt;You and me Forever be,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally it will always be You and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't pay attention to the ones who never cared&lt;br /&gt;Find your own direction 'cos there's sweetness in the air&lt;br /&gt;You will be the world to me and I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling in this happiness, your gift, your purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh-ee-oh, eh-ee-oh, eh-ee,oh, eh-ee-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, you and me it will always be&lt;br /&gt;You and me Forever be,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally it Will always be&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be You and me&lt;br /&gt;Forever be, Eternally&lt;br /&gt;It will always be You and me&lt;br /&gt;Forever be, Eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cranberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=88e6f0d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1978020434387463014?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1978020434387463014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1978020434387463014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1978020434387463014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1978020434387463014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-meos.html' title='You &amp; Me'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SC0F2oQugKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/34Jn1Jvc27o/s72-c/Publicity05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-4998425459198224787</id><published>2008-05-13T22:38:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:30:41.408-04:30</updated><title type='text'>I can't be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SCpZp4QugJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pDxtMwndeCY/s1600-h/B00006IX0Y.03.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SCpZp4QugJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pDxtMwndeCY/s200/B00006IX0Y.03.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067295764709522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed again&lt;br /&gt;And I cry ‘cause you're not here&lt;br /&gt;Crying in my head again&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's not clear&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands, put your hands&lt;br /&gt;Inside my face and see that it's just you&lt;br /&gt;But it's bad and it's mad&lt;br /&gt;And it's making me sad&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on how things were&lt;br /&gt;And how we loved so well&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be the mother&lt;br /&gt;of your child&lt;br /&gt;And now it's just farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands in my hands&lt;br /&gt;And come with me&lt;br /&gt;We'll find another end&lt;br /&gt;And my head, and my head&lt;br /&gt;On anyone's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not here, you're not here&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not here, you're not here&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'm still in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acostada en mi cama otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Y lloro porque no estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Llorando en mi cabeza otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Y sé que no está claro&lt;br /&gt;Pon tus manos, pon tus manos&lt;br /&gt;En mi cara y ve que sólo eres tú&lt;br /&gt;Pero es malo y disparatado&lt;br /&gt;Y me está poniendo triste&lt;br /&gt;Porque no puedo estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Cariño no puedo estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en cómo eran las cosas&lt;br /&gt;Y cómo nos amamos&lt;br /&gt;Quería ser la madre de tu hijo&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora solo hay un adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pon tus manos en las mías&lt;br /&gt;Y ven conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Encontraremos otro final&lt;br /&gt;Y mi cabeza, mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;En el hombro de cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;Porque no puedo estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariño no puedo estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no estás aquí, no estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Cariño no puedo estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque no estás aquí, no estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Y cariño todavía te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cranberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d8f287c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-4998425459198224787?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/4998425459198224787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=4998425459198224787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/4998425459198224787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/4998425459198224787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-be-with-you.html' title='I can&apos;t be with you'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SCpZp4QugJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pDxtMwndeCY/s72-c/B00006IX0Y.03.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-5509678051752641113</id><published>2008-05-01T15:55:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:26:55.650-04:30</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBotzeIG5RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NO7vlBY5DRU/s1600-h/shaunmorgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBotzeIG5RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NO7vlBY5DRU/s320/shaunmorgan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195515482408936722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos con más de One Cold Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now I need to feel relief&lt;br /&gt;Like I never wanted anything&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of defeat&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out of reason to believe in me&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of trying to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of the gift you give me&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here and I'm not well&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Right on the wrong side of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't face myself when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;And look inside a mirror&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of that thing&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll let it go&lt;br /&gt;Untill I have something more to say for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of defeat&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out of reason to believe in me&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of trying to defy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of the gift you give me&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here and I'm not well&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Right on the wrong side of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now I need to feel complete&lt;br /&gt;Like I matter to the one I need&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of the gift you give me&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here and I'm not well&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Right on the wrong side of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ashamed of this&lt;br /&gt;I am so ashamed of this&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so ashamed of this&lt;br /&gt;I am so ashamed of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=04e2cf6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-5509678051752641113?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/5509678051752641113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=5509678051752641113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/5509678051752641113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/5509678051752641113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/05/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBotzeIG5RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NO7vlBY5DRU/s72-c/shaunmorgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-7540374566733251203</id><published>2008-04-30T22:11:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:43:32.726-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Driven Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBkxyOIG5PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mdthBUqS6qE/s1600-h/B000FVBLJS.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V67108295_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBkxyOIG5PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mdthBUqS6qE/s200/B000FVBLJS.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V67108295_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195238384003900658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras youtubeaba esta tarde buscando diferentes versiones de Immortality (Pearl Jam) me econtré con que Seether había grabado un cover de esta canción (&lt;a href = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diwLOaCGG60 target = "BLANK"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;) y así me enteré de que habían lanzado un disco acústico "One Cold Night" en el 2006. La canción que posteré a continuación es el segundo track de éste album que cuenta con una perfecta ejecución por parte de la banda y una no menos poderosa y desgarradora voz de su Vocalista Shaun Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm faking&lt;br /&gt;when i'm lying next to you&lt;br /&gt;do you think that I am blind&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left for me to lose&lt;br /&gt;There must be something on your mind&lt;br /&gt;something lost and left behind&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I’m faking now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I’m faking&lt;br /&gt;when I’m lying next to you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I am blind to everything you ever do?&lt;br /&gt;Must be something on your mind&lt;br /&gt;something lost for me to find&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I’m faking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like she’d used it once before on him&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you know I’m faking&lt;br /&gt;when I tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;I guess you know that I am blind&lt;br /&gt;to everything you say and do&lt;br /&gt;Must be something on my mind&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left for me to hide&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I’m faking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like she’d used it once before on him&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to succumb to the feelings we can never face&lt;br /&gt;I need you. I breathe you.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go through this all again.&lt;br /&gt;We have to succumb to&lt;br /&gt;the feelings we can never face I need you.&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you. I can’t go through this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like she’d used it once before&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like she’d used it once before on him&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like she’d used it once before, oh man&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she had a gun&lt;br /&gt;she says she wants to use it on me now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a HREF = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seether TARGET = BLANK&gt;Seether&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3dd3490" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7540374566733251203?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7540374566733251203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7540374566733251203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7540374566733251203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7540374566733251203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/driven-under.html' title='Driven Under'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBkxyOIG5PI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mdthBUqS6qE/s72-c/B000FVBLJS.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V67108295_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3351917977129655206</id><published>2008-04-25T22:07:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:18:58.034-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Ledbetter en vivo en el Rock im Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyhdod2KVzc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyhdod2KVzc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una nota curiosa sobre este video es que la canción originalmente dice "I don't wanna stay" o "no me quiero quedar" pero Eddie al ver sorprendido la reacción del público durante su presentación cambia la letra por "I wouldn't mind if I stay" (no me importaría quedarme). Gran presentación, gran canción, gran banda, disfruten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3351917977129655206?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/3351917977129655206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=3351917977129655206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3351917977129655206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3351917977129655206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/yellow-ledbetter-en-vivo-en-el-festival.html' title='Yellow Ledbetter en vivo en el Rock im Park'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-8722197763553209514</id><published>2008-04-25T21:49:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:03:26.661-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Immortality</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBKVKrDzAoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9OIuRuMqnzI/s1600-h/immortality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBKVKrDzAoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9OIuRuMqnzI/s320/immortality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193377330901484162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacate is the word&lt;br /&gt;Vengeance has no place on me or her&lt;br /&gt;Cannot find the comfort in this world&lt;br /&gt;Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere&lt;br /&gt;A truant finds home&lt;br /&gt;And a wish to hold on&lt;br /&gt;But there's a trapdoor in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As privileged as a whore&lt;br /&gt;Victims in demand for public show&lt;br /&gt;Swept out through the cracks beneath the door&lt;br /&gt;Holier than thou, how?&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered...executed anyhow&lt;br /&gt;Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;A truant finds home&lt;br /&gt;And a wish to hold on too&lt;br /&gt;He saw the trapdoor in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop the thought&lt;br /&gt;I'm running in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Coming up a which way sign&lt;br /&gt;All good truants must decide...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stripped and sold, mom&lt;br /&gt;Auctioned forearm...&lt;br /&gt;And whiskers in the sink...&lt;br /&gt;Truants move on&lt;br /&gt;cannot stay long&lt;br /&gt;Some die just to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=312766e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-8722197763553209514?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/8722197763553209514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=8722197763553209514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8722197763553209514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8722197763553209514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/immortality.html' title='Immortality'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SBKVKrDzAoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9OIuRuMqnzI/s72-c/immortality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-6835426171192612068</id><published>2008-04-23T13:21:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:09:13.809-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SA94ELDzAmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sw734hjmR-s/s1600-h/Alice_in_Chains_Jar_of_Flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SA94ELDzAmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sw734hjmR-s/s200/Alice_in_Chains_Jar_of_Flies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192500908464996962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I ain't never coming home.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'll just wander my own road.&lt;br /&gt;Hey-hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow - no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye don't follow -&lt;br /&gt;Misery so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, you're livin' life full throttle.&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, pass me down that bottle, yeh...&lt;br /&gt;Hey-hey you, you can't shake me round now.&lt;br /&gt;I get so lost and don't know how, yeh...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to care, I'm goin' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I forgot my woman, lost my friends&lt;br /&gt;Things I've done and where I've been,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in sweat - the mirror's cold -&lt;br /&gt;Seen my face? It's growin' old -&lt;br /&gt;Scared to death, no reason why&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever to get me by,&lt;br /&gt;Think about the things I've said&lt;br /&gt;Read the page its cold and dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' take me home!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Take me home!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh... take me home&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Take me home. Yeah, oh.&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye. Don't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_in_Chains target = "BLANK"&gt;Alice in Chains&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c48c4a7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-6835426171192612068?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/6835426171192612068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=6835426171192612068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/6835426171192612068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/6835426171192612068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-follow.html' title='Don&apos;t Follow'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SA94ELDzAmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sw734hjmR-s/s72-c/Alice_in_Chains_Jar_of_Flies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1364826974613269368</id><published>2008-04-22T21:47:00.006-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:33.053-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Four walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SA6fC7DzAlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wY8DfhvDFLo/s1600-h/Staind_Tormented.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SA6fC7DzAlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wY8DfhvDFLo/s200/Staind_Tormented.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192262292966933074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de que desde hace bastante tiempo tengo la discografía completa de Staind no fue sino hasta la pasada semana que "descubrí" esta canción la cual es la última pista de su primer disco independiente "Tormented". Tormented, que trata temas referentes a el dolor, el odio y la depresión; viene a ser un trabajo conceptual que gira en torno a la historia de un individuo sumido en la depresión que eventualmente comete suicidio, por lo que es sin duda alguna el disco más lúgubre (aunque no por eso de menor calidad) de la banda hasta la fecha. Sin más Four Walls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Command my lips say I hate you&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Command my hands to cut your silken flesh&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Command my feet to stomp your head&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind have one question...&lt;br /&gt;When will this ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to the life I live&lt;br /&gt;Same 4 Walls&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;Please take it all away....&lt;br /&gt;Same 4 Walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pain as rats claw at my flesh&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Feels the joy as the needle hits my vein&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Smells the stench as shit runs down my leg&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind ask for sanity&lt;br /&gt;Now for this I beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to the life I live&lt;br /&gt;Same four Walls&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;Please take it all away....&lt;br /&gt;Same four Walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is like today.&lt;br /&gt;damp dark dreary&lt;br /&gt;as the rain falls outside beating,&lt;br /&gt;though it hits the ground&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it&lt;br /&gt;slipping away&lt;br /&gt;dying without decay&lt;br /&gt;dying like my soul&lt;br /&gt;from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;i can only prey&lt;br /&gt;it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;it won't be long now&lt;br /&gt;it can't be long&lt;br /&gt;it can't be long now...&lt;br /&gt;help me...&lt;br /&gt;(where do i go from here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Command my lips say I hate you&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Command my hands to cut your silken flesh&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Command my feet to stomp your head&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts from my mind have one question...&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL I BE DEAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to the life I live&lt;br /&gt;Same four Walls&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to give&lt;br /&gt;Please take it all away....&lt;br /&gt;This is the life I have to live&lt;br /&gt;Same four Walls.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://eS.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staind target = "BLANK"&gt;Staind.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=cpovhkf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/cpovhkf/four-walls"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDg5MTg5NDk5MzYmcHQ9MTIwODkxODk1NTE4NiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1364826974613269368?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1364826974613269368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1364826974613269368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1364826974613269368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1364826974613269368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/four-walls.html' title='Four walls'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SA6fC7DzAlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wY8DfhvDFLo/s72-c/Staind_Tormented.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-7958496709194573018</id><published>2008-04-14T22:01:00.008-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:25:10.398-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Para Cinthya</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SAQa3wJBD8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3H02y4zVwR0/s1600-h/trabajofotografiahuacachina143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SAQa3wJBD8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3H02y4zVwR0/s320/trabajofotografiahuacachina143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189302215755501506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy uso palabras de Bob Marley para tratar de ponerle un nombre a lo que siento, aunque no creo que alguna vez pueda llegar a hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you and treat you right;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you every day and every night:&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together with a roof right over our heads;&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the shelter of my single bed;&lt;br /&gt;we'll share the same room&lt;br /&gt;Jah provide da bread&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know - wanna know - wanna know now!&lt;br /&gt;I got to know - got to know - got to know now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I - I'm willing and able,&lt;br /&gt;So I throw my cards on your table!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you - I wanna love and treat - love and treat you right;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you every day and every night:&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together, yeah! - with a roof right over our heads;&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the shelter, yeah, oh now! - of my single bed;&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the same room, yeah! - Jah provide da bread&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Wo-o-o-oah! Oh yes, I know; yes, I know - yes, I know now!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know; yes, I know - yes, I know now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I - I'm willing and able,&lt;br /&gt;So I throw my cards on your table!&lt;br /&gt;See: I wanna love ya, I wanna love and treat ya -&lt;br /&gt;love and treat ya right.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you every day and every night:&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together,yeah with a roof right over our heads!&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the shelter of my single bed;&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the same room, yeah! Jah provide da bread&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the shelter of my single bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is this Love by Bob Marley.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=100cd29" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7958496709194573018?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7958496709194573018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7958496709194573018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7958496709194573018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7958496709194573018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/para-cinthya.html' title='Para Cinthya'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/SAQa3wJBD8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/3H02y4zVwR0/s72-c/trabajofotografiahuacachina143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-5289590249428657186</id><published>2008-04-10T18:31:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:29:50.858-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Tears in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_6g9-riayI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fBi8Tk-KCng/s1600-h/unplugged.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_6g9-riayI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fBi8Tk-KCng/s200/unplugged.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187760807435463458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the same&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong and carry on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me stand&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way through night and day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees&lt;br /&gt;Time can break your heart, have you begging please...begging please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you know my name&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the same&lt;br /&gt;if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong and carry on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabrías mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;Si te viera en el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;¿Sería todo igual&lt;br /&gt;Si te viera en el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;Debo ser fuerte y seguir adelante&lt;br /&gt;Porque se que no me corresponde estar aquí en el cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Tomarías mi mano&lt;br /&gt;Si te viera en el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;¿Me ayudarías a levantarme&lt;br /&gt;Si te viera en el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;Hallaré mi camino a través de la noche y el día&lt;br /&gt;Porque sé que no me puedo quedar&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en el cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo puede derribarte&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo puede doblar tus rodillas&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo puede romper tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Y ponerte a rogar por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más allá de la puerta hay paz, estoy seguro,&lt;br /&gt;y sé que no habrán más lágrimas en el cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabrías mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;Si te viera en el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;¿Sería todo igual&lt;br /&gt;Si te viera en el cielo?&lt;br /&gt;Debo ser fuerte y seguir adelante&lt;br /&gt;Porque se que no me corresponde estar aquí en el cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derek_and_the_Dominos" target="BLANK"&gt;Eric Clapton.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=23ac76c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-5289590249428657186?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/5289590249428657186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-2493361694962533865</id><published>2008-04-07T10:25:00.009-04:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:07:22.728-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_o3uonKDeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QAVtOGe2LTI/s1600-h/pearl-imagina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_o3uonKDeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QAVtOGe2LTI/s320/pearl-imagina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186519195185712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace pocos días escuché esta balada mientras veía el concierto Imagine en Cornice (Italia 2006) y desde la primera vez que la escuché me cautivó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep holding out&lt;br /&gt;Will the light shine through?&lt;br /&gt;Under this broken roof&lt;br /&gt;It's only rain that I feel&lt;br /&gt;I've been wishin' out the days&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning out&lt;br /&gt;All that I'd say to you&lt;br /&gt;Since you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Know that I still remain true&lt;br /&gt;I've been wishin' out the days&lt;br /&gt;Please say that if you hadn't have gone now&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have lost you another way&lt;br /&gt;From wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these days, they linger on, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And in the night, I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;The real possibility that I may meet you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Will my memory stay clear?&lt;br /&gt;So you had to go&lt;br /&gt;And I had to remain here&lt;br /&gt;But the strangest thing today&lt;br /&gt;So far away and yet you feel so close&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to question it any other way&lt;br /&gt;There must be an open door for you&lt;br /&gt;To come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the days they linger on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And every night what I'm waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Is the real possibility that I may meet you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're there and you're talking back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come the morning I could swear that you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;And it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;Come back, come back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;Come back, come back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;Come back, come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Si sigo esperando&lt;br /&gt;Brillará la luz?&lt;br /&gt;Bajo este techo roto&lt;br /&gt;Sólo siento lluvia&lt;br /&gt;He estado contando los días&lt;br /&gt;Regresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He estado planeando&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que te diría&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que desde que te marchaste&lt;br /&gt;Permanezco auténtico&lt;br /&gt;He estado contando los días&lt;br /&gt;Por favor di que si no te hubieras ido ahora&lt;br /&gt;No te hubiera perdido&lt;br /&gt;De donde sea que estés&lt;br /&gt;Regresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estos días, son interminables&lt;br /&gt;Y en la noche espero&lt;br /&gt;La posibilidad de encontrarme contigo en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Me voy a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Si no me desmorono&lt;br /&gt;Mi memoria permanecerá clara?&lt;br /&gt;Tú tuviste que irte&lt;br /&gt;Y yo tuve que permanecer aquí&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo más extraño&lt;br /&gt;Es que aún estando tan distante te siento tan cerca&lt;br /&gt;No voy a cuestionarlo&lt;br /&gt;Debe haber una puerta abierta para ti&lt;br /&gt;Para que regreses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estos días, son interminables&lt;br /&gt;Y en la noche espero&lt;br /&gt;La posibilidad de encontrarme contigo en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces estás allí, hablando conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando llega la mañana puedo jurar que estás a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Y está bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está bien.&lt;br /&gt;Yo estaré aquí&lt;br /&gt;Regresa, Regresa&lt;br /&gt;Yo estaré aquí&lt;br /&gt;Regresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearljam.com/" target="BLANK"&gt;Pearl jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=85f0ec3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-2493361694962533865?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/2493361694962533865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=2493361694962533865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2493361694962533865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2493361694962533865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-back.html' title='Come Back'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_o3uonKDeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QAVtOGe2LTI/s72-c/pearl-imagina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1969602894280475010</id><published>2008-04-06T20:00:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:41:16.614-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Why don't you get a job</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_lsF4nKDdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TmM0t8lSU5w/s1600-h/Dibujo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_lsF4nKDdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TmM0t8lSU5w/s200/Dibujo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186295294245604818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una viejita pero que trae buenos recuerdos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's got a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Man he hates that bitch&lt;br /&gt;He tells me every day&lt;br /&gt;He says "man I really gotta lose my chick&lt;br /&gt;In the worst kind of way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits on her ass&lt;br /&gt;He works his hands to the bone&lt;br /&gt;To give her money every payday&lt;br /&gt;But she wants more dinero just to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend&lt;br /&gt;You gotta say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all his money, well it isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep her bill collectors at bay&lt;br /&gt;I guess all his money, well it isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause that girl's got expensive taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But hey man free rides just don't come along&lt;br /&gt;every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let me tell you about my other friend now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's got a boyfriend man and she hates that dick (and the guy!)&lt;br /&gt;She tells me every day (woo! everyday now)&lt;br /&gt;He wants more dinero just to stay at home (stay at home!)&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend&lt;br /&gt;You gotta say: (gotta say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pay, I won't pay ya (woo), no way (no way!)&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a job (woo - get a job!)&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;I won't give ya no money&lt;br /&gt;I always pay&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a job (get a job!)&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;(now now) Why don't you get a&lt;br /&gt;job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey that's something everyone can enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Offspring TARGET = "BLANK"&gt;The Offsprings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d3ba463" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1969602894280475010?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1969602894280475010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1969602894280475010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-9046310052503721973</id><published>2008-04-05T20:11:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:13:15.703-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Viernes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Un año, dos años, tres años, cuatro años. Los viejos hábitos son duros de matar. La noche del viernes promete unos cuantos besos, esperemos que sea suficiente...esperemos. Scott a seis pies del borde del abismo sigue creyendo que hay algo esperando por él. ¿Será muy tarde?, ¿será muy tarde? A seis pies del borde del abismo hay esperanza, ¿la habrá a un paso? Y Eddie, otra vez Eddie, siempre Eddie, y los porqués, las preguntas sin respuestas, las interrogantes que nos atormentan por el resto de nuestra vida. Luego entro en un episodio casi espiritual lleno de tranquilidad y profunda reflexión, pero sé que nunca me he perdido, que nunca me han encontrado y sé que mi presencia no hace ninguna diferencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchando: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Old Habits Die Hard, One Last Breath, Black, King Without a Crown y Mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-9046310052503721973?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/9046310052503721973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=9046310052503721973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/9046310052503721973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/9046310052503721973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/viernes.html' title='Viernes'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-3521569586683546360</id><published>2008-04-05T19:58:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:56:28.317-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits Die Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_gbR4nKDcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pYuOXKouRcc/s1600-h/63908833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_gbR4nKDcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pYuOXKouRcc/s200/63908833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185924964985474498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I shook myself free&lt;br /&gt;You see I bounce back quicker than most&lt;br /&gt;But I’m half delirious, it’s too mysterious&lt;br /&gt;You walk through my walls like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;And I take every day at a time&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud as a lion in his lair&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no denying it, and no decrying it&lt;br /&gt;You're all tangled up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Old soldiers just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Harder than November rain&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Old soldiers just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard enough to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't spoken in months&lt;br /&gt;You see I’ve been counting the days&lt;br /&gt;I dream of such humanities, such insanities&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost like a kid and im late&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve never taken your calls&lt;br /&gt;You see, I put a block on my phone&lt;br /&gt;I act like an addict, I just got to have it&lt;br /&gt;I never can leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Old soldiers just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Harder than November rain&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Old soldiers just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard enough to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't give you up&lt;br /&gt;Can't leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;And it’s so hard, so hard&lt;br /&gt;And it’s hard enough to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard (old habits die hard)&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Harder than November rain&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard&lt;br /&gt;Old soldiers just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mick_Jagger target = blank&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_A._Stewart target = blank&gt;Dave Stewart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7090890" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-3521569586683546360?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/3521569586683546360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=3521569586683546360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3521569586683546360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/3521569586683546360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old Habits Die Hard'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_gbR4nKDcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pYuOXKouRcc/s72-c/63908833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1970677172335140195</id><published>2008-04-05T19:41:00.005-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:34.338-04:30</updated><title type='text'>One last Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_gYnYnKDbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1WPF_9B0xPE/s1600-h/creed_myownprison.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_gYnYnKDbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1WPF_9B0xPE/s200/creed_myownprison.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185922035817778610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come now I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to all I think is safe&lt;br /&gt;It seems I found the road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to escape&lt;br /&gt;I yelled back when I heard thunder&lt;br /&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking down now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in His grace&lt;br /&gt;I cried out 'Heaven save me'&lt;br /&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad eyes follow me&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe there's something left for me&lt;br /&gt;So please come stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;For you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come now I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to all I think is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creed" target="blank"&gt;Creed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=46c734f2c62e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_gUJonKDYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/08LGxvpqFqw/s320/matisyahu_30062006_top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185917126670159234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I have and you're all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day I pray to get to know you please&lt;br /&gt;I want to be close to you, yes I'm so hungry&lt;br /&gt;You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Without you there's no me&lt;br /&gt;You're the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the world is dark and I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;With these, demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, yes I believe, I said I believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;Won't be brought down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;Fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee&lt;br /&gt;Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe&lt;br /&gt;Out of darkness comes light, twilight unto the heights&lt;br /&gt;Crown Heights burnin' up all through till twilight&lt;br /&gt;Said thank you to my God, now I finally got it right&lt;br /&gt;And I'll fight with all of my heart, and all a' my soul, and all a' my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;My love will rip a hole in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I give myself to you from the essence of my being and I&lt;br /&gt;Sing to my god, songs of love and healing&lt;br /&gt;I want Moshiach now, time we start revealing&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;My love will rip a hole in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I give myself to you from the essence of my being and I&lt;br /&gt;Sing to my god, songs of love and healing&lt;br /&gt;I want Moshiach now, time we start revealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strippin’ away the layers and reveal your soul&lt;br /&gt;Got to give yourself up and then you become whole&lt;br /&gt;You're a slave to yourself and you don't even know&lt;br /&gt;You want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow&lt;br /&gt;If you're trying to stay high, bound to stay low&lt;br /&gt;You want God but you can't deflate your ego&lt;br /&gt;If you're already there then there's nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;If you're cup's already full then its bound to overflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're drowning in the water's and you can't stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;Ask Hashem for mercy, and he'll throw you a rope&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for help from God you say he couldn't be found&lt;br /&gt;Searching up to the sky and looking beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like a King without his Crown&lt;br /&gt;You keep fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;You really want to live but can't get rid of your frown&lt;br /&gt;Tried to reach unto the heights and wound bound down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Given up your pride and the you heard a sound&lt;br /&gt;Out of night comes day and out of day comes light&lt;br /&gt;Nullified to the One like sunlight in a ray,&lt;br /&gt;Makin' room for his love and a fire gone blaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;My love will rip a hole in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I give myself to you from the essence of my being and I&lt;br /&gt;Sing to my god, songs of love and healing&lt;br /&gt;I want Moshiach now, time we start revealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I lift up my eyes where my help come from&lt;br /&gt;And I seen it circling around from the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Thunder!&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in your chest&lt;br /&gt;You keep my mind at ease and my soul at rest&lt;br /&gt;You're not vexed&lt;br /&gt;Look to the sky where my help come from&lt;br /&gt;Seen it circling around from the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matisyahu target = blank&gt;Matisyahu.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=771c56e748f8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get out of this,(I'm over the safeties)&lt;br /&gt;Pulling on a thread,(Over the phone calls)&lt;br /&gt;I'm always pulling on a thread,(Over the rage)&lt;br /&gt;I'm always pulling on a thread,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always&lt;br /&gt;What a mistake, mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i sift and drift through bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;That plagues from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever really notice I've gone away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nickelback" target="Blank"&gt;Cover by Nickelback.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=fef5a0ccdfbe" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://boomp3.com/m/fef5a0ccdfbe/mistake"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDc*Mzk3NDc*NTMmcHQ9MTIwNzQzOTc1ODIzNCZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-218588237840223289?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/218588237840223289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=218588237840223289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/218588237840223289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/218588237840223289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/04/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R_gRgInKDXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d4EW_3usiE0/s72-c/nickelbackpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-103782638861408111</id><published>2008-03-28T23:00:00.004-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:35.310-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R-28hInKDWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L8fYQP2KAus/s1600-h/Dibujo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R-28hInKDWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/L8fYQP2KAus/s320/Dibujo3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183006023606734178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando era un niño y veía caer la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;que no me dejaba jugar.&lt;br /&gt;No sé prescisamente lo que sentía,&lt;br /&gt;sólo sé que ahora no es igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ahora cuando llueve, sé que donde tu estés&lt;br /&gt;entristeces un poquito, y te tomas un café.&lt;br /&gt;Te abrigas bien un rato, no tienes nada... que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Y tal vez entonces en mi pienses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia es triste y más,&lt;br /&gt;si ya hay tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;y algún vacío por llenar.&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia fría y más si te das cuenta, que en tu alma&lt;br /&gt;nunca va a escampar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando llueve no es que llueve, es que Dios aprende&lt;br /&gt;a llorar, y cuando llueve más te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando llueve tu no estás..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia son tus ojos. Lluvia es mi intranquilidad.&lt;br /&gt;lluvia es esta canción si terminar..&lt;br /&gt;Otra canción si terminar por tu culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia mojalá un poquito, y hablale un rato de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Dile que yo se que en mayo, su cuerpo llueve por mi.&lt;br /&gt;Dile que de nada, vale amar sin compartir..&lt;br /&gt;Una cama, un sueño, un hijo y un jardín.&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia dile lo que yo no sé decir.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo no sé decir todavía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ahora cuando llueve, se que donde tu estés&lt;br /&gt;entristeces un poquito, y te tomas otro litro de café.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando llueve no es que llueve, es que Dios aprende&lt;br /&gt;a llorar, y cuando llueve, cuando llueve más te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando llueve no estarás..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es la lluvia de la calle,&lt;br /&gt;lluvia sobre mi ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia que tumba los cerros,&lt;br /&gt;lluvia que me enterrarà.&lt;br /&gt;Es la lluvia de la gente,&lt;br /&gt;lluvia de mi soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Es la lluvia, es la lluvia que te dejo,&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia para recordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Misma_Gente" target = "Blank"&gt;La Misma Gente.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=791509cbd7cd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R-2n7YnKDTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qwLH2vp0-7k/s200/Janis_Joplin-Love,_Janis-Frontal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182983384834116914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted flat in Baton Rouge&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for a train&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I's Feelin' near as faded as my jeans&lt;br /&gt;Bobby thumbed a diesel down&lt;br /&gt;Just before it rained&lt;br /&gt;It rode us all the way to New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my harpoon&lt;br /&gt;Out of my dirty red bandana&lt;br /&gt;I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Windshield wipers slappin' time&lt;br /&gt;I wass holdin' Bobby's hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;We sang every song that driver knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no&lt;br /&gt;And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;You know, feelin' good was good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kentucky coal mine&lt;br /&gt;To the California sun&lt;br /&gt;There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Through all kinds of weather&lt;br /&gt;Through everything we done&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day up near Salinas, Lord&lt;br /&gt;I let him slip away&lt;br /&gt;He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;For ONE single yesterday&lt;br /&gt;To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Nothin', AND that's all that Bobby left me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, Mm-hmm&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I call him my lover&lt;br /&gt;call him my man&lt;br /&gt;I said I call him my lover did the best I can, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Hey now Bobby now&lt;br /&gt;hey now Bobby Mcgee, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Joplin" target = "blank"&gt;Cover by: Janis Joplin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=7972dc36aa9c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R-qXvYnKDRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MqzEGYsnz2I/s320/Bob-Marley-Legend-The-Best-Of-Delantera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182121161559510290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old pirates, yes, they rob I;&lt;br /&gt;Sold I to the merchant ships,&lt;br /&gt;Minutes after they took I&lt;br /&gt;From the bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;But my hand was made strong&lt;br /&gt;By the 'and of the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;We forward in this generation&lt;br /&gt;Triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help to sing&lt;br /&gt;These songs of freedom? -&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I ever have:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;&lt;br /&gt;None but ourselves can free our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for atomic energy,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of them can stop the time.&lt;br /&gt;How long shall they kill our prophets,&lt;br /&gt;While we stand aside and look? Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's just a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;We've got to fulfil de book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help to sing&lt;br /&gt;These songs of freedom? -&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I ever have:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;&lt;br /&gt;None but ourselves can free our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.&lt;br /&gt;How long shall they kill our prophets,&lt;br /&gt;While we stand aside and look?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some say it's just a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;We've got to fulfil de book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help to sing&lt;br /&gt;Dese songs of freedom? -&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I ever had:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs -&lt;br /&gt;All I ever had:&lt;br /&gt;Redemption songs:&lt;br /&gt;These songs of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Songs of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los antiguos piratas nos robaron&lt;br /&gt;Nos vendieron a los barcos mercantes&lt;br /&gt;Minutos después me tomaron&lt;br /&gt;Del foso sin fondo&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi mano fue creada fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Por la mano del todopoderoso&lt;br /&gt;Vamos hacia delante en esta generación&lt;br /&gt;Triunfalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Me ayudarías a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Estas canciones de libertad?&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo lo que he tenido&lt;br /&gt;Son canciones de redención&lt;br /&gt;Canciones de redención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libérense de la esclavitud mental&lt;br /&gt;Sólo nosotros podemos liberar nuestras mentes.&lt;br /&gt;No temas a la energía atómica&lt;br /&gt;Porque ninguno de ellos puede detener el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por cuánto tiempo matarán a nuestros profetas &lt;br /&gt;mientras nos apartamos y miramos?&lt;br /&gt;Algunos dices que es sólo  una parte:&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos que completar el libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Me ayudarías a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Estas canciones de libertad?&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo lo que he tenido&lt;br /&gt;Son canciones de redención&lt;br /&gt;Canciones de redención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libérense de la esclavitud mental&lt;br /&gt;Sólo nosotros podemos liberar nuestras mentes.&lt;br /&gt;No temas a la energía atómica&lt;br /&gt;Porque ninguno de ellos puede detener el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por cuánto tiempo matarán a nuestros profetas &lt;br /&gt;mientras nos apartamos y miramos?&lt;br /&gt;Algunos dices que es sólo  una parte:&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos que completar el libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Marley target = blank&gt;Bob marley.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=4fed6c5b1f66" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/4fed6c5b1f66/bob-marley-redemption-song"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDY1NTYxNjM1OTMmcHQ9MTIwNjU1NjE2NzMxMiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-1353201179207649905?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/1353201179207649905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=1353201179207649905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1353201179207649905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/1353201179207649905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/03/redemption-song.html' title='Redemption Song'/><author><name>Ermitaño 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R-qN5onKDPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/D3XPNiOneoE/s320/1195571557_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182110342536891634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y atrapaos por la influencia babilónica, vienen con su irónica&lt;br /&gt;visión de la vida bíblica,&lt;br /&gt;paso de teórica, prefiero la práctica,&lt;br /&gt;sobre los hechos cotidianos de la vida con la lógica,&lt;br /&gt;mientras mano mágica hace falta en África, cada vez&lt;br /&gt;tienen menos de todo pero mas les da,&lt;br /&gt;y en España,&lt;br /&gt;aquí, En España da igual porque,&lt;br /&gt;con África no tiene na’ que pactar,&lt;br /&gt;autómatas son, en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;como robots anda tol personal, jornada laboral, a fin&lt;br /&gt;de mes cobrar, pagar todas la deudas y vuelta a empezar&lt;br /&gt;y así disfrutar de tu no libertad, y&lt;br /&gt;delincuente tu serás por fumar Ganja,&lt;br /&gt;y búscate una novia que te sepa cocinar y planchar,&lt;br /&gt;y sea buena para hijos criar,&lt;br /&gt;porque que mas das lo que puedas&lt;br /&gt;opinar si la vida ya esta programá, prepará,&lt;br /&gt;diseñá; recibe bofetás ese es el plan.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in Babilan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues vivimos en Babilonia, cómprate&lt;br /&gt;una vida y nunca pares de pagarla, la,&lt;br /&gt;pues vivimos en Babilonia, no hay&lt;br /&gt;nada mejor que la gran ciudad,&lt;br /&gt;pues vivimos en Babilonia,&lt;br /&gt;reserva lo tuyo y que le jodan a todos los demás,&lt;br /&gt;pues vivimos en Babilonia,&lt;br /&gt;bájate los pantalones que todo va a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viene la ley y viene el juez y viene todo lo que no querés,&lt;br /&gt;acá en babilonia las cosas son no como crees, si como ves,&lt;br /&gt;resístete y defiéndete que nada te&lt;br /&gt;haga enloquecer, lucha contra el system men con el&lt;br /&gt;microphone check, aquí,&lt;br /&gt;pues vivimos en Babilonia&lt;br /&gt;estamos controlados y esa es la realidad,&lt;br /&gt;me quieren callar,&lt;br /&gt;no lo van a lograr, yo sigo mi&lt;br /&gt;camino junto al Selassie I, el leon de Judah,&lt;br /&gt;cuida de mi desde allá, no me pueden vencer&lt;br /&gt;y eso se lo debo a Alá ganjan layan, yuman, lion&lt;br /&gt;y the rastaman, junto con la OZ vengo para alegrarte el jam,&lt;br /&gt;con planta prohibida lucho como espada,&lt;br /&gt;no me afectan sus normas, aún menos sus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;yo desaparezco, abracadaba,&lt;br /&gt;vuelo con las alas que me da la Ganja,&lt;br /&gt;lucho contra lo oscuro y mi alma se salva, but&lt;br /&gt;aguanto in da party hasta que llega el alba, y si&lt;br /&gt;suena tu alarma mantén la calma, que las normas las&lt;br /&gt;marca, siempre el que manda, tu manda en tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;no seas suicida, no sigas la corriente como lo&lt;br /&gt;hace la mayoría, en babilón es la ironía,&lt;br /&gt;mundo perfecto en el que no hay lugar para sabiduría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues vivimos en Babilonia, cómprate&lt;br /&gt;una vida y nunca pares de pagar la, la,&lt;br /&gt;pues vivimos en Babilonia, no hay&lt;br /&gt;nada mejor que la gran ciudad,&lt;br /&gt;pues vivimos en Babilonia,&lt;br /&gt;reserva lo tuyo y que le jodan a todos los demás,&lt;br /&gt;pues vivimos en Babilonia,&lt;br /&gt;bájate los pantalones que todo va a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morodo target = blank&gt;Morodo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=0834f7f181aa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/0834f7f181aa/babilonia"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDY1NTQzMDEwNDcmcHQ9MTIwNjU1NDMwODQyMiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-5548451300085386452?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/5548451300085386452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=5548451300085386452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/5548451300085386452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/5548451300085386452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/03/babilonia.html' title='Babilonia'/><author><name>Ermitaño 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R-iX14nKDOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wQ41DHEDAOA/s200/jarabe_de_palo_-_depende-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181558323275238626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Còmo quieres ser mi amiga &lt;font color = white&gt;(o mi prima)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si por ti darìa la vida,&lt;br /&gt;si confundo tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;por camelo si me miras.&lt;br /&gt;Razòn y piel, difìcil mezcla,&lt;br /&gt;agua y sed, serio problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Còmo quieres ser mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;si por ti mi perderia,&lt;br /&gt;si confundo tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;por camelo si me mimas.&lt;br /&gt;Pasiòn y ley, difìcil mezcla,&lt;br /&gt;agua y sed, serio problema…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno tiene sed&lt;br /&gt;Pero el agua no està cerca,&lt;br /&gt;cuando uno quiere beber&lt;br /&gt;pero el agua no està cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Què hacer, tù lo sabes,&lt;br /&gt;conservar la distancia,&lt;br /&gt;renunciar a lo natural,&lt;br /&gt;y dejar que el agua corra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Còmo quieres ser mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;cuando esta carta recibas,&lt;br /&gt;un mensaje hay entre lìneas,&lt;br /&gt;còmo quieres ser mi amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jarabedepalo.com/" target="blank"&gt;Jarabe de palo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=fbcdbbbd2b88" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://boomp3.com/m/fbcdbbbd2b88/agua"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDY*MjA4MTk3MzUmcHQ9MTIwNjQyMDgyMzQ4NSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-2338128357008691540?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/2338128357008691540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=2338128357008691540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2338128357008691540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2338128357008691540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/03/agua.html' title='Agua'/><author><name>Ermitaño 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8r01YiEgNa0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sacrifice, that somehow still lived on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the full moon shining off your Camaro's hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a living been at home behind the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a radio song, the one you couldn't turn off&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I guess it never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = #0066CC&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pearl jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-5523368696694680950?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/5523368696694680950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=5523368696694680950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R9rK7Gpe1aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OCxzWijU7FE/s1600-h/disco_1m2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R9rK7Gpe1aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OCxzWijU7FE/s320/disco_1m2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177673838361499042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para esos días en los que quieres llorar por todo y por nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, why?&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know why&lt;br /&gt;maybe I´m sick&lt;br /&gt;but I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;but I don´t know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, why?&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, why?&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know why&lt;br /&gt;maybe it´s you&lt;br /&gt;could I be the one.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;but you are not the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, why?&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you lose the reason to be alive&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you could be a cloud flying in the sky&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you need tears wetting your eyes&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you feel that you just wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, why?&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know why.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, If you don´t mind.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, it doesn´t matter why.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry, for you, for us.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry because I´m alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Traducción&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez estoy enfermo&lt;br /&gt;Pero me siento bien.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar&lt;br /&gt;Pero no sé la razón&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez es por ti&lt;br /&gt;Podría ser por mí&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar&lt;br /&gt;Pero no es por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces pierdes la razón para estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces podrías ser una nube volando en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces necesitas lágrimas mojando tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces sientes que sólo quieres llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, si no te importa.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, no importa el por qué.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar, por ti, por nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar porque estoy vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.jarabedepalo.com/ target = blank&gt;Jarabe de Palo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=0f2e1f329906" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; 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type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R9l58Wpe1YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lbUBl3WrfLs/s1600-h/Dibujo2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R9l58Wpe1YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lbUBl3WrfLs/s320/Dibujo2.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177303324417774978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay&lt;br /&gt;Were laid spread out before me as her body once did&lt;br /&gt;All five horizons revolved around her soul&lt;br /&gt;As the earth to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and all I taught her was everything&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed Everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by some kids at play&lt;br /&gt;I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning&lt;br /&gt;How quick the sun can, drop away&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;All the love gone bad turned my world to black&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, &lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be a star&lt;br /&gt;In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;Can't it be, can't it be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, We belong, We belong together, together &lt;br /&gt;We, We belong, We Belong together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábanas de lienzos vacíos. Intactas sábanas de arcilla,&lt;br /&gt;Se extendían ante mí, como su cuerpo hiciera en otro tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos los cinco horizontes giraban alrededor de su alma.&lt;br /&gt;Como la Tierra alrededor del Sol.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora, el aire que saboreaba y respiraba ha cambiado.&lt;br /&gt;Y todo lo que le enseñé era todo.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que me dio todo lo que tenía.&lt;br /&gt;Y mis amargas manos, se ensombrecen ahora &lt;br /&gt;bajo las nubes de lo que fue todo.&lt;br /&gt;Todas las imágenes se han teñido de negro. Lo han tatuado todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salgo a dar un paseo fuera, me encuentro rodeado &lt;br /&gt;por algunos niños que juegan,&lt;br /&gt;Puedo escuchar sus risas, ¿por qué me amargo entonces?&lt;br /&gt;Y pensamientos retorcidos que dan vueltas en mi cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy girando, estoy girando.&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué rápido puede caer el Sol!&lt;br /&gt;Y mis amargas manos, acunan cristal roto de lo que fue todo.&lt;br /&gt;Todas las imágenes se han teñido de negro. Lo han tatuado todo.&lt;br /&gt;Todo el amor que se echó a perder volvió negro a mi mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Tatuó todo lo que veo, todo lo que soy y lo que seré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sé que algún día tendrás una vida maravillosa.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que serás una estrella en el cielo de cualquier otro,&lt;br /&gt;pero ¿por qué, por qué, ...&lt;br /&gt;por qué no puede ser, no puede ser el mio?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú y yo Debemos estar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.pearljam.com/ target = blank&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=03108ff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-8153628286095516274?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/8153628286095516274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=8153628286095516274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8153628286095516274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8153628286095516274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-unplugged.html' title='Black Unplugged'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R9l58Wpe1YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lbUBl3WrfLs/s72-c/Dibujo2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1571620573865385647</id><published>2008-02-17T14:54:00.002-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:36.299-04:30</updated><title type='text'>En los balcones de Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R7iMmcsu4sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TYrsJ4ByfWo/s1600-h/balcones-2-fraileros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R7iMmcsu4sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TYrsJ4ByfWo/s320/balcones-2-fraileros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168035164574376642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción me gusta, aunque a &lt;a href="http://ysik2021.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; le de risa Roque valero, me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes en este mundo tan inmenso&lt;br /&gt;Todos somos invitados&lt;br /&gt;Unos nacen en el centro&lt;br /&gt;Y otros mueren de este lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú te vas y yo regreso&lt;br /&gt;Tú te quedas yo me marcho&lt;br /&gt;Y que importa donde pises&lt;br /&gt;Si el mundo se hizo caminando, caminando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que esta vida es un regalo&lt;br /&gt;Y este tiempo va volando&lt;br /&gt;Unos días hay de todo&lt;br /&gt;Y otras noches se ha acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te canto desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;Aunque comencé tan cerca&lt;br /&gt;No te aflijas no hay problemas&lt;br /&gt;Yo me voy sin que te des cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te agradezco tus latidos&lt;br /&gt;Y esos sueños que sembraste entre mi ombligo&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompañan cuando hay frío&lt;br /&gt;Yo te agradezco lo que he sido&lt;br /&gt;Lo que con lucha he conseguido&lt;br /&gt;Y se que las distancias vuelan lejos&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes hay que vivir&lt;br /&gt;Ahí te dejo, cuidándote de lejos mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;En los balcones de Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caen gotas blancas de este cielo&lt;br /&gt;Y se hace un charco en suelo viejo&lt;br /&gt;Por donde navegan mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Mis dos anhelos y un recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te canto desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;Aunque comencé tan cerca&lt;br /&gt;No te aflijas no hay problemas&lt;br /&gt;Yo me voy sin que te des cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te agradezco tus latidos&lt;br /&gt;Y esos sueños que sembraste entre mi ombligo&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompañan cuando hay frío&lt;br /&gt;Yo te agradezco lo que he sido&lt;br /&gt;Lo que con lucha he conseguido&lt;br /&gt;Y se que las distancias vuelan lejos&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes hay que vivir&lt;br /&gt;Ahí te dejo, cuidándote de lejos mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;En los balcones de Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes en este mundo tan inmenso&lt;br /&gt;Todos somos invitados&lt;br /&gt;Y que importa donde pises&lt;br /&gt;Si el mundo se hizo caminando, caminando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roque Valero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=94a8a943b912" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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Traducción&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella parece vestida de mí&lt;br /&gt;Extendida a través de mi vergüenza&lt;br /&gt;Todo el tormento y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Se filtró y me cubrió&lt;br /&gt;Haría cualquier cosa por tenerla para mí,&lt;br /&gt;Sólo por tenerla para mí&lt;br /&gt;Ahora no sé que hacer&lt;br /&gt;No sé que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ella me entristece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella es todo para mí&lt;br /&gt;El sueño no correspondido&lt;br /&gt;Una canción que nadie canta&lt;br /&gt;Lo inalcanzable&lt;br /&gt;Ella es un mito en el que tengo que creer&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que necesito para hacerla real&lt;br /&gt;Es una razón más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que hacer&lt;br /&gt;No sé que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ella me entristece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no dejaré que esto se acumule dentro de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo tomo en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Me asfixio&lt;br /&gt;No lo haré, no&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ser esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no dejaré que esto se acumule dentro de  mí&lt;br /&gt;Ella no es real&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo hacerla real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slipknot" target="blank"&gt;Slipknot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=722ba92cd8d4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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width: 197px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R7Uuzcsu4qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yIom1RxECY0/s320/alice%2Bin%2Bchains%2Bmtv%2Bunplugged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167087608889533090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poquito de Alice in Chains mientras pasa el dolor...quisiera tener algo hermoso para estrellarlo contra el espejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chase misprinted lies&lt;br /&gt;We face the path of time&lt;br /&gt;And yet I fight&lt;br /&gt;And yet I fight&lt;br /&gt;This battle all alone&lt;br /&gt;No one to cry to&lt;br /&gt;No place to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh… Oooh…&lt;br /&gt;Oooh… Oooh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift of self is raped&lt;br /&gt;My privacy is racked&lt;br /&gt;And yet I find&lt;br /&gt;And yet I find&lt;br /&gt;Repeating in my head&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be my own&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel better dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh… Oooh…&lt;br /&gt;Oooh… Oooh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_in_Chains" target="blank"&gt;Alice in Chains.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=6184ce37bc74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://boomp3.com/m/6184ce37bc74/nutshell"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDMwNTYwNzkyMDMmcHQ9MTIwMzA1NjA4NDA*NiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-2205898349552377847?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/2205898349552377847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=2205898349552377847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2205898349552377847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/2205898349552377847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/02/nutshell.html' title='Nutshell'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R7Uuzcsu4qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yIom1RxECY0/s72-c/alice%2Bin%2Bchains%2Bmtv%2Bunplugged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-7585694474937047980</id><published>2008-02-09T11:50:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:27:36.093-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist / Lista de deseos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R63X3ssu4pI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vEuv3lJ_8-I/s1600-h/Wishlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R63X3ssu4pI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vEuv3lJ_8-I/s320/Wishlist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021699555386002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sacrifice, but somehow still lived on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds&lt;br /&gt;For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the full moon shining off your Camaro's hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser una Bomba de neutrones, y poder explotar por una vez&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser un sacrificio, pero de algún modo continuar viviendo&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser un adorno sentimental que cuelgas&lt;br /&gt;Del árbol de navidad, desearía ser la estrella que va en la cima&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser la evidencia, desearía ser el suelo&lt;br /&gt;Para 50 millones de manos levantadas y abiertas hacia el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser un marinero con alguien que esperara por mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desearía ser tan afortunado, tan afortunado como yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser un mensajero y que todas las noticias fueran buenas&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser la luna llena reflejada en el capo de tu Camaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser un alien en casa detrás del sol&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser el souvenir en el que guardas las llaves de tu casa&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser el pedal de freno del cual dependes&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser el verbo confiar, y nunca decepcionarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desearía ser la  canción de la radio a la que le subes volumen&lt;br /&gt;Desearía…&lt;br /&gt;Desearía…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7aa23a6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.pearljam.com/ target = blank&gt;Pearl Jam.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7585694474937047980?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7585694474937047980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7585694474937047980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7585694474937047980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7585694474937047980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish-i-was-neutron-bomb-for-once-i.html' title='Wishlist / Lista de deseos'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R63X3ssu4pI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vEuv3lJ_8-I/s72-c/Wishlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-2148244785791610724</id><published>2008-02-08T09:53:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:36.901-04:30</updated><title type='text'>El noticiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R6xngYKFXpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aB-ze_Fw8BE/s1600-h/arjona2lp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R6xngYKFXpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aB-ze_Fw8BE/s320/arjona2lp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164616678625336978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poquito de Arjona, que también hace falta de vez en cuando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es el noticiero de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;el único que dice lo que le da la gana,&lt;br /&gt;después de un corte regresamos&lt;br /&gt;con lo más completo de lo que soportamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.J. salió libre de culpa&lt;br /&gt;diez millones dió Michael por disculpa,&lt;br /&gt;vapulearon a otro indocumentado&lt;br /&gt;fue en defensa propia dijeron los del jurado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dió a la fuga el ex-presidente&lt;br /&gt;con lo que le quitó a toda su gente,&lt;br /&gt;juega en un casino en Montecarlo&lt;br /&gt;y bebe champagne y aquí nadie va a juzgarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va a nevar en Haití&lt;br /&gt;y hay bajo cero en Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;no salga usted de allí&lt;br /&gt;que el tráfico está en la hora pico;&lt;br /&gt;Y hay más smog que en Chernobil&lt;br /&gt;abrace a los suyos y aférrese&lt;br /&gt;que aquí no es bueno el que ayuda&lt;br /&gt;sino el que no jode, acuérdese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Vaticano prohibió los anticonceptivos&lt;br /&gt;prefieren niños con hambre que un preservativo,&lt;br /&gt;y las cigüeñas trabajan a dobles turnos&lt;br /&gt;pensarán abrir sucursales en Saturno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fútbol gana terreno en los Estados Unidos&lt;br /&gt;quieren cambiar la estructura pa' que tenga sentido,&lt;br /&gt;hay que agrandar las porterías&lt;br /&gt;y ocho tiempos fuera pa' vendernos porquerías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se cree que el Chupacabras es un caso típico&lt;br /&gt;producto de la mixtura entre dos políticos,&lt;br /&gt;es un depredador furtivo&lt;br /&gt;¿Habrase visto semejante parecido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va a nevar en Haití&lt;br /&gt;y hay bajo cero en Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;no salga usted de allí&lt;br /&gt;que el tráfico está en la hora pico;&lt;br /&gt;Y hay más smog que en Chernobil&lt;br /&gt;abrace a los suyos y aférrese&lt;br /&gt;que aquí no es bueno el que ayuda&lt;br /&gt;sino el que no jode, acuérdese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le hemos parecido amarillistas...&lt;br /&gt;disculpe usted, no hubo noticias optimistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va a nevar en Haití&lt;br /&gt;y hay bajo cero en Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;no salga usted de allí&lt;br /&gt;que el tráfico está en la hora pico;&lt;br /&gt;Y hay más smog que en Chernobil&lt;br /&gt;abrace a los suyos y aférrese&lt;br /&gt;que aquí no es bueno el que ayuda&lt;br /&gt;sino el que no jode, acuérdese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta mañana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=d1c47d4d5431" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDI*MzQ*NjU4MzAmcHQ9MTIwMjQzNDQ5NTUzMyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-7868187402477955855?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/7868187402477955855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=7868187402477955855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7868187402477955855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/7868187402477955855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/02/give-me-dollar.html' title='Give me Dollar'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R6uzJIKFXoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1EpNFAkfnwA/s72-c/callao-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-1771556326213460489</id><published>2008-01-22T12:04:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:37.201-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Volver a creer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R5YdHCHurII/AAAAAAAAAEk/veDaCebhUDk/s1600-h/entrenos12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R5YdHCHurII/AAAAAAAAAEk/veDaCebhUDk/s320/entrenos12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158342429865061506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción es de una banda Venezolana llamada Entre Nos, y ha cobrado un gran significado para mí, porque me recuerda una época muy placentera, me une a una amiga muy especial que ya no está conmigo(pero que con suerte veré esta noche :D ), y me emociona cada vez que la oigo, por esas y muchas otras cosas esta banda y en particular esta canción se han quedado conmigo como uno de los buenos recuerdos de los años pasados, sin más, Volver a creer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay heridas que deben cerrar&lt;br /&gt;que traicionan la realidad&lt;br /&gt;y momentos que deben cambiar&lt;br /&gt;que no han sido por voluntad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo escucho tu voz&lt;br /&gt;dime que piensas hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la guerra deseamos amar&lt;br /&gt;entre el miedo y la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;y la paz pierde sinceridad&lt;br /&gt;entre el vicio y la sobriedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo escucho tu voz&lt;br /&gt;dime que piensas en volver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;se escucha tu voz&lt;br /&gt;dame una razón&lt;br /&gt;que calme mi dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay recuerdos que quiero cambiar&lt;br /&gt;y mi voz quiero liberar&lt;br /&gt;hay cenizas en este lugar&lt;br /&gt;en la guerra y en la paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo escucho tu voz&lt;br /&gt;dime que piensas en volver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;se escucha tu voz&lt;br /&gt;dame una razón&lt;br /&gt;que calme mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que más puedo hacer&lt;br /&gt;me divide en dos&lt;br /&gt;amor y desamor&lt;br /&gt;quiero volver a creer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=1d4b6cdf3a39" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; 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width: 253px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R5CrQyHurHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j91VSgPasv8/s320/matis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156809878159666290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un judío jasídico que canta Reggae mezclado con elementos del Rap, el Dub y el Rock, éste es Matisyahu. Nacido y criado en USA Matisyahu fue educado en la forma occidental y sólo se reencontró con su fé  hace pocos años; todo esto se ve reflejado en sus canciones que resultan en una combinación de música de verano (como diría una amiga) con letras cargadas de una profunda espiritualidad que invitan a la reflexión. Sin más que decir, me dedico a postear una de sus canciones: Late night in Zion de su segundo Álbum de estudio, Youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más inmformación sobre  Matisyahu: &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matisyahu" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 106, 46);"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=2106b9f669f8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://boomp3.com/m/2106b9f669f8"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDA2NjI5ODY3MzQmcHQ9MTIwMDY2Mjk5MjQyMSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-5834471375433274989?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/5834471375433274989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=5834471375433274989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/5834471375433274989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/5834471375433274989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2008/01/matisyahu.html' title='Matisyahu'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R5CrQyHurHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j91VSgPasv8/s72-c/matis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830805385196006929.post-4688201757882438420</id><published>2008-01-09T23:49:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:37.523-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Deaht or Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R4Wc_CHurFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bJrLGp3LTQc/s1600-h/SocialDVandalsMentors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R4Wc_CHurFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bJrLGp3LTQc/s320/SocialDVandalsMentors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153697955310382162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world&lt;br /&gt;And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl&lt;br /&gt;Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands&lt;br /&gt;The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How death or glory becomes another story&lt;br /&gt;Death or glory is just another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'N' every gimmick hungry snob digging gold from rock 'n' roll&lt;br /&gt;Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold&lt;br /&gt;But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research&lt;br /&gt;That he who fucks nun will later join the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death or glory is just another story&lt;br /&gt;Death or glory becomes another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna fight a long time&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna travel over mountains, we're gonna travel over seas&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna fight until you lose&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna raise a lot trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From every dingy basement on every dingy street&lt;br /&gt;Every dragging handclap or every dragging beat&lt;br /&gt;That used to be the time-the beat that must go on&lt;br /&gt;And if you tried for years- we already heard your song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death or glory is just another story&lt;br /&gt;Death or glory becomes another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death or glory becomes another story&lt;br /&gt;Death or glory is just another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_Distortion target = blank&gt;Social Distortion.&lt;/a&gt; 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width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R3ky5iHurEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rKzxoe491dQ/s320/R10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150203612868029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierro los ojos y me toma de la mano&lt;br /&gt;me lleva a lugares extraños pero no siento miedo &lt;br /&gt;porque él está conmigo&lt;br /&gt;la extraña sensación de familiaridad  en un viaje entre el Blues &lt;br /&gt;y la Psicodelia&lt;br /&gt;Eddie le pide que le haga llorar&lt;br /&gt;él sabe como hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;sus solos no hacen llorar, &lt;br /&gt;sus melodías nos llevan siempre a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2d466ce" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow ledbetter by Pearl Jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830805385196006929-8234202141419295281?l=casitresportres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/feeds/8234202141419295281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830805385196006929&amp;postID=8234202141419295281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8234202141419295281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830805385196006929/posts/default/8234202141419295281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casitresportres.blogspot.com/2007/12/mike.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>Ermitaño urbano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464671632547750310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/6633/whypi8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IxCj3elruNw/R3ky5iHurEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rKzxoe491dQ/s72-c/R10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
