Así va la vida tan incierta, fugaz y voraz
Tan desordenada, desproporcionada
Tan inesperada, desafortunada
Tan irresistible, tan imprescindible
Tan preciosa, tan sucia, tan bella, tan puta.
Category Archives: Music
Manuel Wirzt – La vida (con Spinetta)
Divino Presagio Demo 2012
Alguna Vez
Yo que soñaba con montañas
de miel
Alguna Vez
Yo que soñaba con montañas
de mar y arena
entre mis manos
el mundo era tan simple
volvia a mirar
era un divino presagio
que vivia en ti
que vivia en mi.
LOS ENIGMAS Pedro Aznar
LOS ENIGMAS
Yo que soy el que ahora está cantando
seré mañana el misterioso, el muerto,
el morador de un mágico y desierto
orbe sin antes ni después ni cuándo.
Así afirma la mística. Me creo
indigno del Infierno o de la Gloria,
pero nada predigo. Nuestra historia
cambia como las formas de Proteo.
¿Qué errante laberinto, qué blancura
ciega de resplandor será mi suerte,
cuando me entregue el fin de esta aventura
la curiosa experiencia de la muerte?
Quiero beber su cristalino Olvido,
ser para siempre; pero no haber sido.
Lost For Words
“Lost For Words”
I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the nightTo martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there’ll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the doorCan you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the nightTo martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there’ll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the doorCan you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can’t win