<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067</id><updated>2011-10-09T01:58:17.631+02:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Viajes'/><category term='Vídeos'/><category term='Fotos'/><category term='Lynz'/><category term='Poesía'/><category term='Playlist'/><category term='Granada'/><category term='Letras'/><category term='Traducciones'/><category term='Reflexiones'/><category term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Disfrutando del camino...</title><subtitle type='html'>Párate y observa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-1103773895796105070</id><published>2011-09-03T12:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:03:12.968+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Loreena McKennitt – The wind that shakes the barley (Traducción)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Preciosa versión de Loreena Mckennitt, publicada en su último disco, de la &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wind_That_Shakes_the_Barley"&gt;antigua balada irlandesa de Robert Dwyer Joyce&lt;/a&gt; sobre la &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebeli%C3%B3n_irlandesa_de_1798"&gt;rebelión irlandesa de 1798&lt;/a&gt; contra los británicos. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0f4dbc5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loreena McKennitt - The wind that shakes the barley&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat within a valley green,      &lt;br /&gt;Sat there with my true love       &lt;br /&gt;My heart strove to choose between,       &lt;br /&gt;Me old love and the new love       &lt;br /&gt;The old for her, the new that made,       &lt;br /&gt;Me think on Ireland dearly       &lt;br /&gt;While soft the wind blew down the glade,       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And shook the golden barley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twas hard the mournful words to frame,      &lt;br /&gt;To break the ties that bound us       &lt;br /&gt;But harder still to bear the shame,       &lt;br /&gt;Of foreign chains around us       &lt;br /&gt;And so I said, “The mountain glen,       &lt;br /&gt;I’ll seek at morning early       &lt;br /&gt;And join the brave united men”,       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While soft wind shook the barley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twas sad I kissed away her tears,      &lt;br /&gt;Her arms around me clinging       &lt;br /&gt;When to my ears that fateful shot,       &lt;br /&gt;Came out the wildwood ringing       &lt;br /&gt;The bullet pierced my true love’s breast,       &lt;br /&gt;In life’s young spring so early       &lt;br /&gt;And there upon my breast she died,       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While soft wind shook the barley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bore her to some mountain stream,      &lt;br /&gt;And many’s the summer blossom       &lt;br /&gt;I placed with branches soft and green,       &lt;br /&gt;About her gore-stained bosom       &lt;br /&gt;I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse,       &lt;br /&gt;Then rushed o’er vale and valley       &lt;br /&gt;My vengeance on the foe to wreak,       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While soft wind shook the barley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twas blood for blood without remorse,      &lt;br /&gt;I took at Oulart Hollow       &lt;br /&gt;I placed my true love’s clay-cold corpse,       &lt;br /&gt;Where mine full soon may follow       &lt;br /&gt;Around her grave I wondered drear,       &lt;br /&gt;Noon, night and morning early       &lt;br /&gt;With aching heart when e’er I hear,       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wind that shakes the barley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pZmG_zJwoVM/TmIIFzFfUFI/AAAAAAAAAq8/laiua9l9AN8/s1600-h/Front%252520Cover%252520Art%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Front Cover Art" border="0" alt="Front Cover Art" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wdZgxjSIRMI/TmIIGl1UesI/AAAAAAAAArA/tK9hEc4NIr8/Front%252520Cover%252520Art_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRADUCCIÓN: El viento que agita la cebada&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me senté en un verde valle,    &lt;br /&gt;Me senté allí con mi verdadero amor     &lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón luchó por elegir entre,     &lt;br /&gt;Mi viejo amor y el nuevo amor     &lt;br /&gt;El viejo era por ella, el nuevo el que me hacía,     &lt;br /&gt;Pensar en mi Irlanda querida     &lt;br /&gt;Mientras suave el viento soplaba en el prado,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y agitaba la cebada dorada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Era duro pronunciar las palabras de dolor,    &lt;br /&gt;Para romper los lazos que nos ataban     &lt;br /&gt;Pero más duro aún era soportar la vergüenza,     &lt;br /&gt;De cadenas extranjeras rodeándonos     &lt;br /&gt;Y por eso dije, “El paso de la montaña,     &lt;br /&gt;Seguiré a primera hora de la mañana     &lt;br /&gt;Y me uniré a los valientes hombres unidos”,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras el suave viento agitaba la cebada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fue triste cuando besaba sus lágrimas,    &lt;br /&gt;Y sus brazos se aferraban a mi alrededor     &lt;br /&gt;Cuando a mis oídos llegó aquel fatídico disparo,     &lt;br /&gt;zumbando desde la maleza     &lt;br /&gt;La bala atravesó el pecho de mi verdadero amor,     &lt;br /&gt;En plena juventud de la vida     &lt;br /&gt;Y justo sobre mi pecho ella murió,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras el suave viento agitaba la cebada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cargué con ella hasta un riachuelo en la montaña,    &lt;br /&gt;Y con la flor de la vida de muchos     &lt;br /&gt;Coloqué ramas suaves y verdes,     &lt;br /&gt;sobre su pecho manchado de sangre     &lt;br /&gt;Lloré y besé su frío cuerpo de barro,     &lt;br /&gt;Y entonces corrí por valles y valles     &lt;br /&gt;Para mi venganza sobre el enemigo descargar,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras el suave viento agitaba la cebada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fue sangre por sangre sin remordimiento,    &lt;br /&gt;La que me llevé en el Agujero de Oulart     &lt;br /&gt;Coloqué el frío cuerpo de barro de mi verdadero amor,     &lt;br /&gt;Donde el mío bien pronto le seguiría     &lt;br /&gt;Sobre su tumba vagaba afligido,     &lt;br /&gt;Tarde, noche y por la mañana temprano     &lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón dolorido cada vez que oía,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El viento que agita la cebada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-1103773895796105070?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/1103773895796105070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/09/loreena-mckennitt-wind-that-shakes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1103773895796105070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1103773895796105070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/09/loreena-mckennitt-wind-that-shakes.html' title='Loreena McKennitt – The wind that shakes the barley (Traducción)'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wdZgxjSIRMI/TmIIGl1UesI/AAAAAAAAArA/tK9hEc4NIr8/s72-c/Front%252520Cover%252520Art_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-2234013498352432535</id><published>2011-08-10T19:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:50:07.050+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>El pensamiento es estar siempre de paso</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Aprendamos a no apegarnos a las cosas. Ni a los pensamientos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Luis Eduardo Aute - De Paso&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3d1144b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decir espera es un crimen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decir mañana es igual que matar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayer de nada nos sirve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;las cicatrices no curan el mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sólo morir permanece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como la más inmutable razón,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivir es un clavo ardiente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un ejercicio de gozo y dolor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no, que no,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no puede tomar asiento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento es estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre de paso, de paso, de paso, de paso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quien pone reglas al juego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se engaña si dice que es jugador,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo que le mueve es el miedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de que se sepa que nunca jugó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La ciencia es una estrategia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es una forma de atar la verdad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que es algo más que materia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues el misterio se oculta detrás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no, que no,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no puede tomar asiento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento es estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre de paso, de paso, de paso, de paso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay demasiados profetas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;profesionales de la libertad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que hacen del aire, bandera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretexto inútil para respirar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En una noche infinita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que va meciendo a este gran ataúd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donde olvidamos que el día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sólo es un punto, un punto de luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no, que no,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no puede tomar asiento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento es estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre de paso, de paso, de paso, de paso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no, que no,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no puede tomar asiento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que el pensamiento es estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre de paso, de paso, de paso, de paso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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HAZ &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LISTAS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. LLEVA UNA &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LIBRETA &lt;/span&gt;A TODAS PARTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. PRUEBA LA &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ESCRITURA &lt;/span&gt;LIBRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ALÉJATE &lt;/span&gt;DEL ORDENADOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. DEJA DE MACHACARTE A TI MISMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. TOMA &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DESCANSOS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CANTA &lt;/span&gt;EN LA DUCHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. BEBE &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CAFÉ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ESCUCHA &lt;/span&gt;NUEVA MÚSICA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. SÉ &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ABIERTO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. RODÉATE DE GENTE &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CREATIVA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. PREGUNTA LO QUE &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PIENSAN DE TI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;COLABORA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. NO TE RINDAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PRACTICA&lt;/span&gt;, PRACTICA, PRACTICA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. PERMÍTETE &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;COMETER ERRORES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. VE A ALGÚN LUGAR &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NUEVO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18. DA &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GRACIAS &lt;/span&gt;POR LO QUE TIENES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DESCANSA &lt;/span&gt;MUCHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20. ASUME &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;RIESGOS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 21. ROMPE LAS REGLAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NO FUERCES&lt;/span&gt; LAS COSAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. LEE UNA PÁGINA DEL &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DICCIONARIO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. CREA UN &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MARCO DE TRABAJO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. DEJA DE INTENTAR SER &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PERFECTO &lt;/span&gt;PARA LOS DEMÁS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26. ¿TIENES UNA &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IDEA&lt;/span&gt;? ESCRÍBELA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LIMPIA &lt;/span&gt;TU LUGAR DE TRABAJO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DIVIÉRTETE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;, sans-serif" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ACABA &lt;/span&gt;ALGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-5898906796310855787?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/5898906796310855787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/29-formas-de-mantenerse-creativo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5898906796310855787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5898906796310855787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/29-formas-de-mantenerse-creativo.html' title='29 FORMAS DE MANTENERSE CREATIVO'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-7405098019169891982</id><published>2011-06-21T20:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:19:00.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Sufjan Stevens – Jacksonville</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Una preciosa canción de Sufjan Stevens. Mi segunda preferida después de “&lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-things-go.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”. Por alguna razón, me encanta esta canción y me hace sentir feliz, tranquilo y de buen humor :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7c9a2f9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-x7szFP1G2B0/Te5uXta2dHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/CAIeSaIV3Mg/s1600-h/sufjanstevens%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sufjanstevens" border="0" alt="sufjanstevens" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sZo5OsqmOtA/Te5uYA66nuI/AAAAAAAAApA/kkniKX34I1U/sufjanstevens_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not afraid of the black man running,      &lt;br /&gt;He's got it right, he's got a better life coming.       &lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the captain said,       &lt;br /&gt;I fold it right at the top of my head.       &lt;br /&gt;I lost my sight and the state packs in,       &lt;br /&gt;I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jackson.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh, oh.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;She gave us a medal, she gave us a map.       &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh.       &lt;br /&gt;If seeing is right, then look where you're at.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of Nichol's Park,       &lt;br /&gt;I ride the train and I ride it after dark.       &lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to get it right,       &lt;br /&gt;I turn around and I give it one more try.       &lt;br /&gt;I said things that I meant to say,       &lt;br /&gt;The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade.       &lt;br /&gt;I go out to the golden age,       &lt;br /&gt;The spirit is right and the spirit doesn't change.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh, oh.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;She gave us a mirror, she gave us a map.       &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh.       &lt;br /&gt;If seeing is right, then look where you're at.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Andrew Jackson, all I'm asking,       &lt;br /&gt;Show us the wheel and give us the wine.       &lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo!       &lt;br /&gt;Raise the banner, Jackson hammer,       &lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes to the capitol line.       &lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo!       &lt;br /&gt;Colored preacher, nice to meet you!       &lt;br /&gt;The spirit is here and the spirit is fine!       &lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo!       &lt;br /&gt;Education, ask the nation,       &lt;br /&gt;You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine.       &lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo!       &lt;br /&gt;Andrew Jackson, all I'm asking,       &lt;br /&gt;Give us the wheel and give us the wine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-7405098019169891982?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/7405098019169891982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/sufjan-stevens-jacksonville.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7405098019169891982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7405098019169891982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/sufjan-stevens-jacksonville.html' title='Sufjan Stevens – Jacksonville'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sZo5OsqmOtA/Te5uYA66nuI/AAAAAAAAApA/kkniKX34I1U/s72-c/sufjanstevens_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-7473092154200077131</id><published>2011-06-07T19:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:55:48.776+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesía'/><title type='text'>Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Escribir, por ejemplo: &amp;quot;La noche está estrellada,   &lt;br /&gt;y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.&amp;quot;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.   &lt;br /&gt;Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.   &lt;br /&gt;La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.   &lt;br /&gt;Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.   &lt;br /&gt;Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.   &lt;br /&gt;Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.   &lt;br /&gt;La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.   &lt;br /&gt;Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.   &lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.   &lt;br /&gt;Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.   &lt;br /&gt;Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.   &lt;br /&gt;Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.   &lt;br /&gt;Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,   &lt;br /&gt;mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,   &lt;br /&gt;y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-7473092154200077131?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/7473092154200077131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/puedo-escribir-los-versos-mas-tristes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7473092154200077131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7473092154200077131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/puedo-escribir-los-versos-mas-tristes.html' title='Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-7938813881121006944</id><published>2011-06-06T15:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:07:52.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Vetusta Morla – Mi suerte (letra)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7456707" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beber un elixir, rodar sin más,    &lt;br /&gt;llegar hasta el final,     &lt;br /&gt;ponerme un antifaz para olvidar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dormí toda mi sed    &lt;br /&gt;durante años para conquistar     &lt;br /&gt;calles dormidas, islas de ciudad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Las voces de este hotel    &lt;br /&gt;(son ecos de) ecos de ayer,     &lt;br /&gt;restos de mí que tiemblan por arder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mientras desnudo el ruido de mi mente,    &lt;br /&gt;saber que estás ahí me hace más fuerte.     &lt;br /&gt;Y en la distancia de este mundo incierto     &lt;br /&gt;yo saludo a mi suerte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Propongo repartir las cartas    &lt;br /&gt;que me han traído aquí,     &lt;br /&gt;ahora le toca a ella decidir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mientras desnudo el ruido de mi mente,    &lt;br /&gt;saber que estás ahí me hace más fuerte.     &lt;br /&gt;Y en la distancia de este mundo incierto     &lt;br /&gt;yo saludo a mi suerte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-7938813881121006944?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/7938813881121006944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/vetusta-morla-mi-suerte-letra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7938813881121006944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7938813881121006944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/06/vetusta-morla-mi-suerte-letra.html' title='Vetusta Morla – Mi suerte (letra)'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-7675210077450419369</id><published>2011-05-24T22:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:10:08.266+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynz'/><title type='text'>En el río…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vetustamorla.com/"&gt;Vetusta Morla&lt;/a&gt; regresa sin decepcionar a nadie. Esta es mi canción favorita de su último disco &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Mapas&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;De cuando dejas una cesta de ideas en el río y la corriente de la sociedad la lleva de un lado para otro creando un tejido de pensamientos y sentimientos que ya son imposibles de deshacer...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-bottom: 1em; float: left; clear: left; margin-right: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEMxi8BYdA8/TdwYRAzY1jI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PvG2BDV7tJs/s1600/Sin-t%25C3%25ADtulo1.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; float: left" border="0" align="left" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEMxi8BYdA8/TdwYRAzY1jI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PvG2BDV7tJs/s200/Sin-t%25C3%25ADtulo1.png" width="200" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left; clear: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vetusta Morla - En el río&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&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=186f027" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antes de ir&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se hacen y deshacen planes, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;culpas y cadenas.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forman un telar&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que han tejido eternamente Aracne y Atenea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ya no estás,&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te dejé al borde del río metidito en esa cesta.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y ahora tu vacío&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gira y gira para siempre dentro de una rueca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En el río, en el río…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La orilla es una jaula hay muchos gallos de pelea.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suenan cantos de sirena…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se dan muerte a garrotazos, una estampa muy goyesca.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En la noche, en la noche…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gira el mundo, gira el hambre y un revólver en la mesa.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En el río, en el río…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se oyen gritos en el río, alguien no saldrá de esta.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En el río, en el río&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suenan cantos de sirena&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que en la noche, que en la noche&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todavía me despiertan.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En el río, en el río…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antes de ir&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suenan cantos de sirena…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se hacen y deshacen planes, culpas y cadenas.&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que en la noche, que en la noche…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forman un telar&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todavía me despiertan…&lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que han tejido eternamente Aracne y Atenea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbzw18CyvjQ/TdwYGNdXFdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GAz4RPoFcJ4/s1600/vetustamorla%2B1-BAJA-rgb.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbzw18CyvjQ/TdwYGNdXFdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GAz4RPoFcJ4/s400/vetustamorla%2B1-BAJA-rgb.jpg" width="400" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify"&gt;Me ha gustado mucho el texto de presentación del disco &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Mapas&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; en la &lt;a href="http://www.vetustamorla.com/"&gt;web oficial&lt;/a&gt; del grupo. Esto es lo que dice:     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vamos a dejar 12 canciones metiditas en una cesta en la orilla del río. Un suave empujón y quedarán a merced de la corriente, dejándonos un vacío que gira hasta convertirse en una vorágine dentro de nosotros. El pobre recipiente de mimbre va a ser zarandeado, va a zozobrar, casi a volcar. Va a ser el juguete de los remolinos, va a subir y bajar sobre las ondas mientras escucha, provenientes de la ribera, griteríos y cantos de sirena, dejando atrás casas, intersecciones, islas de ciudad, mirillas y retrovisores.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puede parecer cruel por nuestra parte, pero es justo lo que teníamos que hacer con la criatura: abandonarla. Dejarla a su suerte porque nosotros ya no le podemos dar más. Que pertenezca a otros, que la juzguen, que la ensanchen, que la muevan de acá para allá. Y que el torrente la convierta en lo que pudo ser y en lo que nunca quiso ser, en lo que nos hace grandes o miserables.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A punto de darnos la vuelta y dejar la orilla, convencidos de haber cambiado con éxito el fuego por palabras, nos daremos cuenta que no le hemos puesto nombre. Mapas, sugiere alguien. Mapas de lo que somos, trazos de nuestras conquistas, fracasos pasados o en presente continuo, colecciones de medallas y arañazos. Mapas que nos ponen delante otro mapa sin leyenda con el que avanzar, construir, o, tan solo, entender el presente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justo cuando nos hayamos apartado lo suficiente como para que el rumor del agua esté a punto de desaparecer, desearemos en voz baja que, cuando el retoño llegue al final de su camino de baldosas amarillas, se acuerde de sus progenitores y nos envíe unas postales sin sellar. Para entonces ya estaremos eligiendo qué equipaje dejamos atrás y cuál cargamos en la espalda antes de iniciar el siguiente viaje… esta vez sin mapas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-7675210077450419369?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/7675210077450419369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2011/05/en-el-rio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7675210077450419369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Alison Krauss - Sinking Stone (Traducción)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desatando esa piedra que se hunde…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=004ffc9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LETRA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I called you today    &lt;br /&gt;wanting a change.     &lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt anyone,     &lt;br /&gt;never meant for you to pull out your guns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But feelings won't stay    &lt;br /&gt;in this meager parade.     &lt;br /&gt;You're beating to a different drum     &lt;br /&gt;in this lack of all luster we've become.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save your breath,      &lt;br /&gt;you know we've both tried our best       &lt;br /&gt;but it's leaving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This might as well be done.      &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling with the sun,       &lt;br /&gt;when the hours getting sour,       &lt;br /&gt;won't save with time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm waving off the one      &lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't let me run.       &lt;br /&gt;Though we try, it's a lie.       &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep dragging on.       &lt;br /&gt;I'm untying this sinking stone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't sit on the fence,    &lt;br /&gt;living past tense,     &lt;br /&gt;holding on to wishes and words,     &lt;br /&gt;folding out a picture we blur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause here in the end    &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing a friend.     &lt;br /&gt;Fighting back a tear when it burns,     &lt;br /&gt;dividing up the pieces that we were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save your breath,      &lt;br /&gt;you know we've both tried our best       &lt;br /&gt;but it's leaving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This might as well be done.      &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling with the sun,       &lt;br /&gt;when the hours getting sour,       &lt;br /&gt;won't save with time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm waving off the one      &lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't let me run.       &lt;br /&gt;Though we try, it's a lie.       &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep dragging on.       &lt;br /&gt;I'm untying this sinking stone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't say you're all alone.    &lt;br /&gt;I'm accepting what I own,     &lt;br /&gt;here lies a blanket, not a bandage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm unable to restrain,    &lt;br /&gt;when the wake that we became     &lt;br /&gt;is drawing me under.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This might as well be done.      &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling with the sun,       &lt;br /&gt;when the hours getting sour,       &lt;br /&gt;won't save with time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm waving off the one      &lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't let me run.       &lt;br /&gt;Though we try, it's a lie.       &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep dragging on.       &lt;br /&gt;I'm untying this sinking stone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This might as well be done.      &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling with the sun,       &lt;br /&gt;when the hours getting sour,       &lt;br /&gt;won't save with time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm waving off the one      &lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't let me run.       &lt;br /&gt;Though we try, it's a lie.       &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep dragging on.       &lt;br /&gt;I'm untying this sinking stone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRADUCCIÓN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoy te llamé    &lt;br /&gt;deseando un cambio.     &lt;br /&gt;Nunca quise hacer daño a nadie,     &lt;br /&gt;nunca quise que soltaras tus armas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero los sentimientos no se quedarán    &lt;br /&gt;en este precario desfile.     &lt;br /&gt;Estás golpeando otro tambor     &lt;br /&gt;en esta falta de brillo en que nos hemos convertido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahorra tu aliento,      &lt;br /&gt;sabes que ambos intentamos lo mejor       &lt;br /&gt;pero se está yendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esto también puede acabarse.      &lt;br /&gt;Estoy cayendo junto al atardecer,       &lt;br /&gt;cuando las horas caducan,       &lt;br /&gt;y no se quedan cortas de tiempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y me despido de aquel      &lt;br /&gt;que no me deja escapar.       &lt;br /&gt;Aunque lo intentemos, es una mentira.       &lt;br /&gt;No puedo seguir con esto.       &lt;br /&gt;Desato esta piedra que se hunde...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No te sientes encima de la valla,    &lt;br /&gt;viviendo en el pasado,     &lt;br /&gt;agarrándote a deseos y palabras,     &lt;br /&gt;desdoblando una foto borrosa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque al fin y al cabo    &lt;br /&gt;estoy perdiendo a un amigo.     &lt;br /&gt;Combatiendo las lágrimas cuando surgen,     &lt;br /&gt;repartiéndonos las piezas que fuimos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahorra tu aliento,      &lt;br /&gt;sabes que ambos intentamos lo mejor       &lt;br /&gt;pero se está yendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esto también puede acabarse.      &lt;br /&gt;Estoy cayendo junto al atardecer,       &lt;br /&gt;cuando las horas caducan,       &lt;br /&gt;y no se quedan cortas de tiempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y me despido de aquel      &lt;br /&gt;que no me deja escapar.       &lt;br /&gt;Aunque lo intentemos, es una mentira.       &lt;br /&gt;No puedo seguir con esto.       &lt;br /&gt;Desato esta piedra que se hunde...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No se puede decir que estés solo.    &lt;br /&gt;Acepto lo que me pertenece,     &lt;br /&gt;aquí yace una manta, no una venda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soy incapaz de contenerme,    &lt;br /&gt;cuando el velatorio en que nos hemos convertido     &lt;br /&gt;me está hundiendo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esto también puede acabarse.      &lt;br /&gt;Estoy cayendo junto al atardecer,       &lt;br /&gt;cuando las horas caducan,       &lt;br /&gt;y no se quedan cortas de tiempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y me despido de aquel      &lt;br /&gt;que no me deja escapar.       &lt;br /&gt;Aunque lo intentemos, es una mentira.       &lt;br /&gt;No puedo seguir con esto.       &lt;br /&gt;Desato esta piedra que se hunde...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esto también puede acabarse.      &lt;br /&gt;Estoy cayendo junto al atardecer,       &lt;br /&gt;cuando las horas caducan,       &lt;br /&gt;y no se quedan cortas de tiempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y me despido de aquel      &lt;br /&gt;que no me deja escapar.       &lt;br /&gt;Aunque lo intentemos, es una mentira.       &lt;br /&gt;No puedo seguir con esto.       &lt;br /&gt;Desato esta piedra que se hunde...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TdLjoCQCF-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/0hJuAIy2FOQ/s1600-h/51tdPgfd-dL._SS500_%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="51tdPgfd-dL._SS500_" border="0" alt="51tdPgfd-dL._SS500_" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TdLjospMOEI/AAAAAAAAAno/h4ODw6wG7TE/51tdPgfd-dL._SS500__thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-2506591376013463134?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TdLjospMOEI/AAAAAAAAAno/h4ODw6wG7TE/s72-c/51tdPgfd-dL._SS500__thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-334322956950190653</id><published>2011-01-31T01:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:15:19.243+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynz'/><title type='text'>Seal  -  Kiss From A Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una canción que me estuvo rondando la cabeza durante mucho tiempo sin saber cuál era ni dónde la escuché. Tras varios años así, un día decidí buscarla. Por alguna razón, me sonaba a alguna peli que había visto. Finalmente caí en la cuenta: alguna de Batman... y al final di con ella! &lt;i&gt;"Kiss from a rose"&lt;/i&gt;, una canción muy romántica... y también bastante empalagosa. Sin embargo, solo por el tiempo que permaneció en mi cabeza sin saber cuál era, merece un pequeño hueco en este blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AMD2TwRvuoU?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be&lt;br /&gt;a graying tower&lt;br /&gt;alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You became&lt;br /&gt;the light on the&lt;br /&gt;dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love remained &lt;br /&gt;a drug that's the high&lt;br /&gt;and not the pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know&lt;br /&gt;that when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes become large and &lt;br /&gt;the light that you shine &lt;br /&gt;can be seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to &lt;br /&gt;a kiss from a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;the stranger it feels,&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that &lt;br /&gt;your rose is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;a light hits the gloom&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much &lt;br /&gt;a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;so much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;my power,&lt;br /&gt;my pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a &lt;br /&gt;growing addiction&lt;br /&gt;that I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know&lt;br /&gt;that when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes become large and &lt;br /&gt;the light that you shine &lt;br /&gt;can be seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to&lt;br /&gt;a kiss from a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;the stranger it feels,&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your&lt;br /&gt;rose is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;a light hits the gloom&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been&lt;br /&gt;kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been&lt;br /&gt;kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been&lt;br /&gt;kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i should fall&lt;br /&gt;along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been&lt;br /&gt;kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a&lt;br /&gt;man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;so much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;my power,&lt;br /&gt;my pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a &lt;br /&gt;growing addiction&lt;br /&gt;that I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know&lt;br /&gt;that when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes become large and &lt;br /&gt;the light that you shine&lt;br /&gt;can be seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to&lt;br /&gt;a kiss from a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;the stranger it feels,&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your &lt;br /&gt;rose is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;a light hits the gloom&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I compare you to&lt;br /&gt;a kiss from a rose&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;the stranger it feels,&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your &lt;br /&gt;rose is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;a light hits the gloom&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your&lt;br /&gt;rose is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;a light hits the gloom&lt;br /&gt;on the grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-334322956950190653?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AMD2TwRvuoU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-7351507798515829303</id><published>2010-12-22T19:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:19:31.714+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>The greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9237ca62-446c-469e-a002-42bd89cafb86" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="cf90e0f0-9819-4c90-a378-0321a7731260" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EyDeBuqWFqI" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TSo0exZu9AI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8WErPKk5-BQ/video84dc0222476b%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('cf90e0f0-9819-4c90-a378-0321a7731260'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;471\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;264\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EyDeBuqWFqI?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EyDeBuqWFqI?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;471\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;264\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicada a mis amigos: ellos son "the greatest".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; float: right" align="right" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1236.snc4/156843_1665080019798_1021182158_1759334_645332_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat &lt;/strong&gt;﻿﻿&lt;strong&gt;Power - The Greatest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest   &lt;br /&gt;No wind or waterfall could stall me    &lt;br /&gt;And then came the rush of the flood    &lt;br /&gt;Stars at night turned deep to dust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melt me down   &lt;br /&gt;Into big black armour    &lt;br /&gt;Leave no trace    &lt;br /&gt;Of grace    &lt;br /&gt;Just in your honor    &lt;br /&gt;Lower me down    &lt;br /&gt;To culprit south    &lt;br /&gt;Make ‘em wash    &lt;br /&gt;A space in town    &lt;br /&gt;For the lead and the dregs of my bed    &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping    &lt;br /&gt;Lower me down    &lt;br /&gt;Pin me in    &lt;br /&gt;Secure the grounds    &lt;br /&gt;For the later parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest   &lt;br /&gt;Two fists of solid rock    &lt;br /&gt;With brains that could explain    &lt;br /&gt;Any feeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lower me down   &lt;br /&gt;Pin me in    &lt;br /&gt;Secure the grounds    &lt;br /&gt;For the lead and the dregs of my bed    &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping    &lt;br /&gt;For the later parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest   &lt;br /&gt;No wind or waterfall could stall me    &lt;br /&gt;And then came the rush of the flood    &lt;br /&gt;Stars of night turned deep to dust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-7351507798515829303?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/7351507798515829303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/12/greatest.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7351507798515829303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7351507798515829303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/12/greatest.html' title='The greatest'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TSo0exZu9AI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8WErPKk5-BQ/s72-c/video84dc0222476b%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-8579727338975603018</id><published>2010-12-14T18:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:45:19.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Smoke Fairies – Summer Fades (letras)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynz-enjoythepath.blogspot.com/2010/12/smoke-fairies-summer-fades-lyrics_14.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;See this post in English]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mi intento de sacar la letra de esta maravillosa canción de Smoke Fairies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sé que mi inglés no es especialmente bueno, así que si veis algún error en las letras, por favor avisadme :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer Fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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=01b2d6d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TQevu9TyM6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/NIqBVMbXvp4/s1600-h/41ofXtAiSSL._SS500_%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="41ofXtAiSSL._SS500_" border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TQevvuF35kI/AAAAAAAAAek/K29pAGDs3fo/41ofXtAiSSL._SS500__thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-width: 0px; display: inline; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="41ofXtAiSSL._SS500_" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the summer fades     &lt;br /&gt;to a watery light     &lt;br /&gt;and autumn’s hues     &lt;br /&gt;are coming into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we start something new    &lt;br /&gt;just me and you?     &lt;br /&gt;Through low light and trees     &lt;br /&gt;a future unseen     &lt;br /&gt;is a future I can believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the cold    &lt;br /&gt;these months     &lt;br /&gt;I held onto     &lt;br /&gt;a day in hope     &lt;br /&gt;that flickered in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we start something new    &lt;br /&gt;further than you?     &lt;br /&gt;A step is the path     &lt;br /&gt;the Moon to the Earth.     &lt;br /&gt;Find a future I can believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold me like you held someone    &lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't have let go?     &lt;br /&gt;Can you keep me deep inside     &lt;br /&gt;like the regrets that burnt a hole?     &lt;br /&gt;Can you love me like you loved someone     &lt;br /&gt;you loved so long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me far away    &lt;br /&gt;the late night drive.     &lt;br /&gt;See her lights flash     &lt;br /&gt;in a stranger's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then start something new    &lt;br /&gt;just me and you.     &lt;br /&gt;Through low light and trees     &lt;br /&gt;a future unseen     &lt;br /&gt;is a future I can believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold me like you held someone    &lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't have let go?     &lt;br /&gt;Can you keep me deep inside     &lt;br /&gt;like the regrets that burnt a hole?     &lt;br /&gt;Can you love me like you loved someone     &lt;br /&gt;you loved so long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold me like you held someone    &lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't have let go?     &lt;br /&gt;Can you keep me deep inside     &lt;br /&gt;like the regrets that burnt a hole?     &lt;br /&gt;Can you love me like you loved someone     &lt;br /&gt;you loved so long ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-8579727338975603018?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/8579727338975603018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/12/smoke-fairies-summer-fades-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1216.snc4/156830_1651599562795_1021182158_1731814_1064009_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hay un tren...    &lt;br /&gt;vaga desde largo tiempo atrás.     &lt;br /&gt;Puede que     &lt;br /&gt;busque una odisea que contar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Movimiento en el trayecto    &lt;br /&gt;con la poca fe que queda dentro.     &lt;br /&gt;Mal reparto en los asientos     &lt;br /&gt;alguien conduce por derecho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh oh no tiene dirección    &lt;br /&gt;oh oh perdido y sin control     &lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hay un tren...    &lt;br /&gt;va formando nubes de vapor.     &lt;br /&gt;Ha de haber     &lt;br /&gt;un tesoro oculto en su interior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;El camino se hace largo,    &lt;br /&gt;los recursos se van agotando.     &lt;br /&gt;Hay un cruce hacia otra vía     &lt;br /&gt;mas angosta pero con salida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;De entre todos sus vagones    &lt;br /&gt;solo los de atrás ven lejano el horizonte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh oh no tiene dirección    &lt;br /&gt;oh oh perdido y sin control     &lt;br /&gt;oh oh camino a la estación     &lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hay un tren...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-8933248768732619478?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/8933248768732619478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/12/lori-meyers-ventura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8933248768732619478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8933248768732619478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/12/lori-meyers-ventura.html' title='Lori Meyers - Ventura'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-8615870150714967890</id><published>2010-11-04T00:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:14:14.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Lori Meyers - Mi realidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b535b86" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lo siento por interrumpir.    &lt;br /&gt;Sólo he venido a preguntar.     &lt;br /&gt;Me dice que soy infeliz.     &lt;br /&gt;¿Qué puedo hacer por mejorar?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Psicoanalistas deprimí    &lt;br /&gt;con un trastorno bipolar.     &lt;br /&gt;Razones para desistir     &lt;br /&gt;y tiempo para imaginar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mi mundo que es mi realidad.    &lt;br /&gt;Mi mundo que es mi realidad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yo no necesito hablar    &lt;br /&gt;para expresar una emoción     &lt;br /&gt;me basta sólo con mirar.     &lt;br /&gt;Pero sí necesito amar     &lt;br /&gt;que es mi única ambición.     &lt;br /&gt;¡Y es lo que necesito!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;¿Qué puedo hacer por mejorar mi mundo que es mi realidad?    &lt;br /&gt;¿Qué puedo hacer por mejorar mi mundo que es mi realidad?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mi mundo que es mi realidad.    &lt;br /&gt;Mi mundo que es mi realidad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sé que a veces tengo la sensación    &lt;br /&gt;de que no va a cambiar,     &lt;br /&gt;que sólo puede ir a peor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yo no necesito hablar    &lt;br /&gt;para expresar una emoción     &lt;br /&gt;me basta sólo con mirar.     &lt;br /&gt;Pero sí necesito amar     &lt;br /&gt;que es mi única ambición.     &lt;br /&gt;¡Y es lo que necesito!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;¡Y es lo que necesito!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs889.snc4/72275_1597314165694_1021182158_1631763_4148854_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-8615870150714967890?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/8615870150714967890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/11/lori-meyers-mi-realidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8615870150714967890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8615870150714967890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/11/lori-meyers-mi-realidad.html' title='Lori Meyers - Mi realidad'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-3410693359720038262</id><published>2010-07-20T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:09:36.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Tryo - La main verte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2fce79c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J'ai pensé que peut-etre    &lt;br /&gt;On pourrait nous permettre     &lt;br /&gt;De fumer nos pètes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J'ai pensé que le bien être    &lt;br /&gt;Se retrouve dans la fête     &lt;br /&gt;Et que ce commerce fait recette&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Va te faire mettre!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J'ai compris en fumant    &lt;br /&gt;Que fumer c'est de l'argent     &lt;br /&gt;Et que j'en donne à des gens&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Qui allègrement amassent les    &lt;br /&gt;Bagues en diamant     &lt;br /&gt;Sur le dos de pauvres paysans&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alors c'es Bang Bing Boum! J'ai la solution    &lt;br /&gt;Des tones de graines pour des hectares de plantation     &lt;br /&gt;Faites fleurir les jardins, decorer les balecons     &lt;br /&gt;Expliquez à vos voisins que fumer vous coute de pognon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Je veux fumer de l'herbe de qualité    &lt;br /&gt;Boucher le trou de la sécu en fumant mon tarpé     &lt;br /&gt;Ne plus transpirer à chaque contrôle d'identité     &lt;br /&gt;Qu'on arrête de m'considérer comme un drogué&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alors c'est Bang Bing Boum! J'ai la solution    &lt;br /&gt;Des tones de graines pour des hectares de plantations     &lt;br /&gt;De Mars à Octobre c'est la bonne saison     &lt;br /&gt;Y a pluqu'à espérer qu'on arrache pas tous mes pieds!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J'ai pensé que peut-être    &lt;br /&gt;Toutes ces tunes malhonnêtes     &lt;br /&gt;Servent à nos dirigeants&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Qui s'entêtent et répètent    &lt;br /&gt;A dire que la fumette     &lt;br /&gt;C'est pas bon pour les gens&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J'ai compris qu'pour chichon    &lt;br /&gt;Tu peux aller en prison     &lt;br /&gt;Que l'alcool tue à foison&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Que si la légalisation    &lt;br /&gt;N'est pas le mot d'ordre de ces bouffons     &lt;br /&gt;C'est qu'ils ont de bonnes raisons&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alors c'est Bang Bing Boum! J'ai la solution    &lt;br /&gt;Des tones de graines pour des hectares de plantations     &lt;br /&gt;Faites fleurir les jardins,décorer les balcons     &lt;br /&gt;Expliquez à vos voisins que fumer vous coute du pognon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Je veux fumer de l'herbe de qualité    &lt;br /&gt;Boucher le trou de la sécu en fumant mon tarpé     &lt;br /&gt;Ne plus transpirer à chaques contrôles d'identité     &lt;br /&gt;Qu'on arrête de m'considérer comme un drogué&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alors c'est Bang Bing Boum! J'ai la solution    &lt;br /&gt;Des tonnes de graines pour des hectares de plantations     &lt;br /&gt;De Mars à Octobre c'est la bonne saison     &lt;br /&gt;Y a plus qu'à espérer qu'on arrache pas tous mes pieds     &lt;br /&gt;Alors c'est Bang Bing Boum...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs080.snc4/35373_1468957036846_1021182158_1332776_605443_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-3410693359720038262?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/3410693359720038262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/07/tryo-la-main-verte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3410693359720038262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3410693359720038262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/07/tryo-la-main-verte.html' title='Tryo - La main verte'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-3027083356750662195</id><published>2010-06-17T14:48:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:51:51.101+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Massive Attack - Babel (letras)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynz-enjoythepath.blogspot.com/2010/06/massive-attack-babel-lyrics.html"&gt;[See this post in English]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mi versión de esta canción. No fue fácil encontrar la letra correcta, pero esto es lo más preciso que he podido sacar después de compararlo con muchas versiones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero que os guste :)&lt;/i&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=b91b7de" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massive Attack - Babel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said it was your paper&lt;br /&gt;Said it was my Babel&lt;br /&gt;It was my Babel&lt;br /&gt;Tell on paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know it's over rolling off her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;You can take a ladder to the shadows and forget&lt;br /&gt;Was it how she kissed you and then dismissed you?&lt;br /&gt;Was it purposeful and was it just to hook you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinating, chasing, changing, racing&lt;br /&gt;Breaking, hating till you're lost in I&lt;br /&gt;Where it was your girlfriend, she was not your way&lt;br /&gt;Where you were going, you were on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was quick to burning&lt;br /&gt;He was slow to learning&lt;br /&gt;Though inside you're misted&lt;br /&gt;He still kissed her when she cried&lt;br /&gt;You did your best to replace her&lt;br /&gt;And didn't up and leave her&lt;br /&gt;You befriended the harsh way it ended, now sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinating, chasing, changing, racing,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing, breaking if you lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you'll do it, we come to do it&lt;br /&gt;And when you do it, I will curve in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be the one that shoots that truth to my death&lt;br /&gt;I'm running so far out of my head&lt;br /&gt;This sprain of heart that ripples my day&lt;br /&gt;Can never sail by thinking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TBoaj18IseI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oEPEPVCosiM/s1600/MassiveAttack-Heligoland.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483724699354051042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TBoaj18IseI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oEPEPVCosiM/s320/MassiveAttack-Heligoland.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-3027083356750662195?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/3027083356750662195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/06/massive-attack-babel-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3027083356750662195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3027083356750662195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/06/massive-attack-babel-lyrics.html' title='Massive Attack - Babel (letras)'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TBoaj18IseI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oEPEPVCosiM/s72-c/MassiveAttack-Heligoland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-4700355911257427181</id><published>2010-06-08T12:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:05:13.791+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>The Cure – Just Like Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2fce79c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Show me how you do that trick    &lt;br /&gt;The one that makes me scream&amp;quot; she said     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The one that makes me laugh&amp;quot; she said     &lt;br /&gt;And threw her arms around my neck     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Show me how you do it     &lt;br /&gt;And I promise you I promise that     &lt;br /&gt;I'll run away with you     &lt;br /&gt;I'll run away with you&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spinning on that dizzy edge    &lt;br /&gt;I kissed her face and kissed her head     &lt;br /&gt;And dreamed of all the different ways I had     &lt;br /&gt;To make her glow     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Why are you so far away?&amp;quot; she said     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you     &lt;br /&gt;That I'm in love with you&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You    &lt;br /&gt;Soft and only     &lt;br /&gt;You     &lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely     &lt;br /&gt;You     &lt;br /&gt;Strange as angels     &lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the deepest oceans     &lt;br /&gt;Twisting in the water     &lt;br /&gt;You're just like a dream     &lt;br /&gt;Just like a dream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daylight licked me into shape    &lt;br /&gt;I must have been asleep for days     &lt;br /&gt;And moving lips to breathe her name     &lt;br /&gt;I opened up my eyes     &lt;br /&gt;And found myself alone alone     &lt;br /&gt;Alone above a raging sea     &lt;br /&gt;That stole the only girl I loved     &lt;br /&gt;And drowned her deep inside of me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You    &lt;br /&gt;Soft and only     &lt;br /&gt;You     &lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely     &lt;br /&gt;You     &lt;br /&gt;Just like heaven &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs298.snc3/28545_1427725606086_1021182158_1230318_6709462_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-4700355911257427181?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/4700355911257427181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/06/cure-just-like-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4700355911257427181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4700355911257427181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/06/cure-just-like-heaven.html' title='The Cure – Just Like Heaven'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-2751729441304096720</id><published>2010-01-24T03:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:00:21.700+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Me siento bien en la frontera…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Me siento bien en la frontera...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que aspiran a salir de la miseria y los que tienen preocupaciones emocionales porque las básicas las tienen más que resueltas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que recelan de una iglesia que reprime impulsos e imaginaciones y la gente cristiana y militante volcada en los demás, viviendo ser pueblo de Dios.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que dicen &amp;quot;probablemente Dios no exista, disfruta de la vida&amp;quot; y los que dicen &amp;quot;más que probablemente Dios existe, disfruta de la vida&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que reniegan de sus raíces y los que las defienden con uñas y dientes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que rezan y sirven y los que sirven sin rezar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que no pueden mirar al cielo y los que no paran de mirarlo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que sufren por los otros y los que, por los demás, sufren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que dicen Aleluya y los que dicen Compañeros.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que dicen &amp;quot;Te amo&amp;quot; y los que dicen &amp;quot;Te deseo&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los callados y los dolidos, los estafados y perdidos, los prósperos y lúcidos, los sabios con humildad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que son luz del camino y los que son estrella de guía.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que luchan por ser más y los que tambien luchan por eso, con sinceridad&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los dulces y los secos, los jóvenes y los viejos, entre américa y europa, los que buscan y los idiotas, los que miran de reojo y los que plantan cara.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que cantan salmos y los que rezan canciones&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que ven personas y los que ven hijos de Dios.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los más visitados y los que nunca ve nadie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los más olvidados y los que sueñan al aire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...los que reciben aplausos y los torturados&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...los que son expulsados y los que sufren hartura&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...los que prescinden de todo y los que mueren por amar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre las casas de acogida y las &amp;quot;casas de recogida&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los de la cabeza baja, los discretos, y los de las pelotas grandes y corazones inquietos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los de corazones cansados y los que lo tienen remendado; entre los que lo posan en manos de Dios o lo posan en personas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre los que se apoyan en la Fe o en ideas con las que apoyan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...los que van de grandes y los grandes que son poco, los que son poco y nada dicen, los que son mucho y lo son todo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...los de siempre y los de antes, los de ahora y los de ayer; modernos con cosas viejas y la nueva chica de ayer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...entre tanta, tanta agua y un mundo con tanta sed...   &lt;br /&gt;ME SIENTO BIEN EN LA FRONTERA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Migueli Marín Chamorro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-2751729441304096720?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/2751729441304096720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-siento-bien-en-la-frontera.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/2751729441304096720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/2751729441304096720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-siento-bien-en-la-frontera.html' title='Me siento bien en la frontera…'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-1038805561688033569</id><published>2009-11-21T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:51:11.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Best of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Best_Of_Me/23170048"&gt;http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Best_Of_Me/23170048&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 488px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a1ed2005-95e6-46b7-a22b-42c8b1890a7e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="c4f0da4a-80cb-4bfa-9429-5196a86b3685" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ow6osGF3RVc" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TSotOYj0UeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vSxCex-RzMY/video24f0f4bb9c90%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c4f0da4a-80cb-4bfa-9429-5196a86b3685'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;488\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;273\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ow6osGF3RVc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ow6osGF3RVc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; 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 &lt;p&gt;Everything's behind you    &lt;br /&gt;but the hope still stands beside you     &lt;br /&gt;living in every moment     &lt;br /&gt;have I wasted all your time &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Was there something that I said    &lt;br /&gt;was there something that I did     &lt;br /&gt;or the combination I broke that did me have &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know I'm hoping you'll sing along    &lt;br /&gt;though it's not your favorite song     &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say     &lt;br /&gt;you know that some of us spin again     &lt;br /&gt;when you do, you need a friend     &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me     &lt;br /&gt;and I hate the thought of finally being erased     &lt;br /&gt;baby that's the best of me     &lt;br /&gt;baby that's the best of me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know I'm hoping you'll sing along    &lt;br /&gt;though it's not your favorite song     &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say     &lt;br /&gt;you know that some of us spin again     &lt;br /&gt;when you do, you need a friend     &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me     &lt;br /&gt;and I hate the thought of finally being erased     &lt;br /&gt;baby that's the best of me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daniel Powter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs114.snc3/16134_1252525146184_1021182158_771009_5239934_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-1038805561688033569?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/1038805561688033569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1038805561688033569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1038805561688033569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-of-me.html' title='Best of me'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/TSotOYj0UeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vSxCex-RzMY/s72-c/video24f0f4bb9c90%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-3476851464369829032</id><published>2009-08-01T12:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:36:11.942+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Caminante no hay camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todo pasa y todo queda,&lt;br /&gt;pero lo nuestro es pasar,&lt;br /&gt;pasar haciendo caminos,&lt;br /&gt;caminos sobre el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca persequí la gloria,&lt;br /&gt;ni dejar en la memoria&lt;br /&gt;de los hombres mi canción;&lt;br /&gt;yo amo los mundos sutiles,&lt;br /&gt;ingrávidos y gentiles,&lt;br /&gt;como pompas de jabón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta verlos pintarse&lt;br /&gt;de sol y grana, volar&lt;br /&gt;bajo el cielo azul, temblar&lt;br /&gt;súbitamente y quebrarse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca perseguí la gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminante, son tus huellas&lt;br /&gt;el camino y nada más;&lt;br /&gt;caminante, no hay camino,&lt;br /&gt;se hace camino al andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al andar se hace camino&lt;br /&gt;y al volver la vista atrás&lt;br /&gt;se ve la senda que nunca&lt;br /&gt;se ha de volver a pisar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminante no hay camino&lt;br /&gt;sino estelas en la mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar&lt;br /&gt;donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos&lt;br /&gt;se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar&lt;br /&gt;"Caminante no hay camino,&lt;br /&gt;se hace camino al andar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murió el poeta lejos del hogar.&lt;br /&gt;Le cubre el polvo de un país vecino.&lt;br /&gt;Al alejarse le vieron llorar.&lt;br /&gt;"Caminante no hay camino,&lt;br /&gt;se hace camino al andar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el poeta es un peregrino,&lt;br /&gt;cuando de nada nos sirve rezar.&lt;br /&gt;"Caminante no hay camino,&lt;br /&gt;se hace camino al andar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golpe a golpe, verso a verso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antonio Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-3476851464369829032?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/3476851464369829032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/08/caminante-no-hay-camino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3476851464369829032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3476851464369829032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/08/caminante-no-hay-camino.html' title='Caminante no hay camino'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-735144837008032761</id><published>2009-08-01T12:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:37:30.332+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynz'/><title type='text'>Fin del camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fecha de partida: 20 de Julio de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Nueve días caminando.&lt;br /&gt;180 kilómetros desde Villafranca del Bierzo hasta Santiago de Compostela.&lt;br /&gt;Fecha de llegada: 29 de Julio de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El fin del camino es el principio de una vida nueva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-735144837008032761?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/735144837008032761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/08/fin-del-camino.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/735144837008032761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/735144837008032761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/08/fin-del-camino.html' title='Fin del camino'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-40394136625255943</id><published>2009-07-19T00:52:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:37:46.431+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynz'/><title type='text'>Caminando el Camino de Santiago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mañana lunes 20 de julio comienza el camino.&lt;br /&gt;Destino: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago de Compostela&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Volveré a repetir la hazaña que ya hice en 2006, esta vez con mi familia :)&lt;br /&gt;En Ambasmestas, cerca de Vega de Valcarce, comienza nuestra peregrinación. 166 kilómetros a pie hasta llegar a la ciudad santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un camino increíble del que disfrutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SmJTLYrJF6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/y81_luhxF7c/s1600-h/d_0zkdk-nPTiXYTPTqEt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SmJTLYrJF6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/y81_luhxF7c/s400/d_0zkdk-nPTiXYTPTqEt.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359937961591379874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que vivirlo para comprenderlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-40394136625255943?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/40394136625255943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/manana-lunes-20-de-julio-comienza-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/40394136625255943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/40394136625255943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/manana-lunes-20-de-julio-comienza-el.html' title='Caminando el Camino de Santiago'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SmJTLYrJF6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/y81_luhxF7c/s72-c/d_0zkdk-nPTiXYTPTqEt.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-5800791038884171220</id><published>2009-07-12T02:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:23:11.494+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>¿Existe el amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una reflexión interesante que kikorb nos propuso hace algún tiempo: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;¿Existe el amor?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kikorb.blogspot.com/2009/05/existe-el-amor.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kikorb.blogspot.com/2009/05/existe-el-amor.html"&gt;http://kikorb.blogspot.com/2009/05/existe-el-amor.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por supuesto, no nos referimos al enamoramiento, sino al amor auténtico: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;al darte a la otra persona de forma incondicional, al amor como gesto desinteresado, lejos de toda atracción o deseo.&lt;/span&gt; Esa es la defnición &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kikorb&lt;/span&gt; y creo que es bastante acertada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partiendo de ahí, podemos establecer dos respuestas a priori:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) El amor no existe.&lt;br /&gt;2) El amor existe a pesar de que muchos no lo encuentren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a partir de aquí, empezamos a pensar...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En los &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12762177&amp;amp;postID=2055930453921310962&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;comentarios&lt;/a&gt; del blog de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kikorb&lt;/span&gt; se establece un pequeño debate entre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian Edward Hyde&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;odracirnumira&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kikorb&lt;/span&gt;. Es una buena idea echarle un pequeño vistazo, pues aclara mucho las ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una reflexión interesante en la que sin duda alguna me posiciono del lado de Kikorb. ¡Un saludo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-5800791038884171220?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/5800791038884171220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/existe-el-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5800791038884171220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5800791038884171220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/existe-el-amor.html' title='¿Existe el amor?'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-4898573659180729158</id><published>2009-07-04T19:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:42:31.161+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Sufjan Stevens - Jacksonville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/Sk-UQUVYb4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/K5RdpB-gJLs/s1600-h/800px-Jacksonville_Skyline_Panorama_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/Sk-UQUVYb4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/K5RdpB-gJLs/s400/800px-Jacksonville_Skyline_Panorama_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354661490024017794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Otra gran canción de Sufjan Stevens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7c9a2f9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not afraid of the black man running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's got it right, he's got a better life coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care what the captain said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fold it right at the top of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lost my sight and the state packs in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Keller oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She gave us a medal, she gave us a map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If seeing is right, then look where you're at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not afraid of Nichol's Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ride the train and I ride it after dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not afraid to get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I turn around and I give it one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said things that I meant to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I go out to the golden age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The spirit is right and the spirit doesn't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Keller oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She gave us mirror she gave us a map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If seeing is right then look where you're at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew Jackson, all I'm asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show us the wheel and give us the wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raise the banner, Jackson hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone goes to the capitol line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colored preacher, nice to meet you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The spirit is here and the spirit is fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woohoo! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Education, ask the nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woohoo! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew Jackson all I'm asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give us the wheel and give us the wine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-4898573659180729158?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/4898573659180729158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/sufjan-stevens-jacksonville.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4898573659180729158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4898573659180729158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/sufjan-stevens-jacksonville.html' title='Sufjan Stevens - Jacksonville'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/Sk-UQUVYb4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/K5RdpB-gJLs/s72-c/800px-Jacksonville_Skyline_Panorama_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-1382783317869920335</id><published>2009-07-03T22:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:49:41.965+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynz'/><title type='text'>Fin de un capítulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy termina la época de exámenes para mí. Acaba una etapa en Granada... aunque en un par de meses regresaré de nuevo para finalizar el curso académico 2008-09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este capítulo que concluye, comenzó hace 6 meses, cuando regresé a Granada después de las vacaciones de Navidad. Ha sido un capítulo largo, pero muy intenso. Probablemente, uno de los semestres más intensos de mi vida. Han sido 6 meses para recordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy acaba un capítulo, pero mañana comienza el siguiente. El capítulo de un verano "fresco": lleno de mucho "studium" y de algún que otro viajecillo de relax :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un nuevo capítulo de 3 meses, que acabará la tercera semana de septiembre, cuando termine mi último examen y alce el vuelo hacia la República Checa donde disfrutaré de mi último año de carrera... pero eso, ya es otro capítulo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-1382783317869920335?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/1382783317869920335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/fin-de-un-capitulo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1382783317869920335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1382783317869920335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/07/fin-de-un-capitulo.html' title='Fin de un capítulo'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-1496224595497674995</id><published>2009-06-15T00:43:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:25:08.110+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>All things go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All things go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas las cosas se acaban. Este curso se acaba. Y con él, mi tiempo en Granada...&lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias a todos por estar ahí y haber compartido conmigo estos 6 inolvidables años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fd06ffc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toolshed-media.com/ts/sufjan-stevens-chicago-pf.mp3"&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fell in love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drove to Chicago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things know, all things know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we sold our clothes to the state &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't mind, I don't mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made a lot of mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my mind, in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you came to take us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to recreate us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things grow, all things grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we had our mindset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things know, all things know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you had to find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I drove to New York &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a van, with my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we slept in parking lots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't mind, I don't mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was in love with the place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my mind, in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made a lot of mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my mind, in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you came to take us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to recreate us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things grow, all things grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we had our mindset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things know, all things know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you had to find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if I was crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the van, with my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was for freedom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from myself and from the land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made a lot of mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made a lot of mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made a lot of mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made a lot of mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you came to take us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to recreate us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things grow, all things grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we had our mindset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things know, all things know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you had to find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you came to take us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to recreate us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things grow, all things grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we had our mindset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things know, all things know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you had to find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things go, all things go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I made a lot of mistakes)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias &lt;a href="http://maltut.wordpress.com/"&gt;Maltut&lt;/a&gt; por descubrirme esta fantástica canción ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SjWArPyG6ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ycPzf85qO6k/s1600-h/paseotristes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SjWArPyG6ZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ycPzf85qO6k/s320/paseotristes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347321613031762322" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi vida sigue adelante, al igual que el agua del río Darro, tras fluir a los pies de la Alhambra y transcurrir por la ciudad de Granada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-1496224595497674995?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/1496224595497674995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-things-go.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1496224595497674995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>El tiempo no es oro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://preptor.wordpress.com/2009/05/31/yo-esclavo-%c2%bfy-tu/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://preptor.wordpress.com/2009/05/31/yo-esclavo-¿y-tu/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La reflexión que hace Preptor sobre la libertad, el tiempo y en definitiva el sentido de la vida es más profunda de lo que parece por mis típicas palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es demasiado larga y me ha gustado bastante. Recomiendo encarecidamente su lectura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mi parte, me quedo con la cita con la que cierra su disertación:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"El tiempo no es oro, en oro se convierten las cosas que decidimos hacer con nuestro tiempo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://preptor.wordpress.com/2009/05/31/yo-esclavo-%c2%bfy-tu/"&gt;Leer la reflexión completa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-4216374996105937691?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/4216374996105937691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-tiempo-no-es-oro.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4216374996105937691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4216374996105937691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-tiempo-no-es-oro.html' title='El tiempo no es oro'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-163617258922016558</id><published>2009-06-07T17:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:26:00.965+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Lo lolololo lolololo!! - Lalalalalala lalalalalalalaa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Vestusta Morla - Saharabbey Road&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=454fe4f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Se lo llevó la tormenta y el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;nada se pudo salvar,&lt;br /&gt;sólo quedó una chispa de luz,&lt;br /&gt;suspira por volver a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe la sal y respira las llamas,&lt;br /&gt;nada nos puede tocar,&lt;br /&gt;pon en tu tumba que no es el final,&lt;br /&gt;tu rastro no se puede borrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días están contados,&lt;br /&gt;no hay más que temer,&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo seremos libres&lt;br /&gt;cuando no haya más que perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceniza de fénix, perfil de coral,&lt;br /&gt;torcido, herido,&lt;br /&gt;pon cada latido y celebra&lt;br /&gt;que nuestra historia continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días están contados,&lt;br /&gt;no hay más que temer,&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo seremos libres&lt;br /&gt;cuando no haya más que perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días están contados,&lt;br /&gt;no hay más que temer,&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo seremos libres&lt;br /&gt;cuando no haya más que perder,&lt;br /&gt;si no hay nada más que perder,&lt;br /&gt;si no hay nada más que perder ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lo llevó la tormenta y el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;nada se pudo salvar,&lt;br /&gt;sólo quedó una chispa de luz&lt;br /&gt;y es hora de volver a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalala ...&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalala ...&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalala ...&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalala ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONCIERTAZO ANOCHE!! &lt;br /&gt;Los Vetusta la liaron mucho y los Lori no defraudaron! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo lolololo lolololo!! - Lalalalalala lalalalalalalaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-163617258922016558?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/163617258922016558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/lo-lolololo-lolololo-lalalalalala.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/163617258922016558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/163617258922016558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/lo-lolololo-lolololo-lalalalalala.html' title='Lo lolololo lolololo!! - Lalalalalala lalalalalalalaa!!'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-843746652980457134</id><published>2009-06-05T13:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:49:00.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Lori Meyers - Alta fidelidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi canción favorita de los Lori Meyers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Alta fidelidad&lt;/h2&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=177eace" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cada mes se pregunta si hay un después,&lt;br /&gt;se preocupa de lavarse sólo una vez&lt;br /&gt;al mes, al mes, al mes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ha dejado su tarjeta de presentación,&lt;br /&gt;estará orgulloso, solo anclado en el sillón,&lt;br /&gt;vencedor, vencedor, vencedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es culpa de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo ve telebasura y compra el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;siempre se hace el caradura en cuanto hay ocasión&lt;br /&gt;sin razón, sin razón, sin razón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo así obtiene el premio de consolación&lt;br /&gt;y los lunes se levanta a partir de las dos,&lt;br /&gt;con el sol, qué calor, qué calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es culpa de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué te hacen sentir tan diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es culpa de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No le cogen el teléfono ninguna vez.&lt;br /&gt;Llamarán, llamarán, llamarán después.&lt;br /&gt;No le cogen el teléfono ninguna vez.&lt;br /&gt;Llamarán, llamarán... Después.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es culpa de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué te hacen sentir tan diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es culpa de la gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style:italic;"&gt;Lori Meyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El videoclip está muy chulo y es bastante original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBlVFKigSj8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBlVFKigSj8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya los vi en directo hace unos meses, pero mañana sábado a las 22:00 volveré a verlos en concierto junto con Vetusta Morla! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-843746652980457134?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/843746652980457134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/lori-meyers-alta-fidelidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/843746652980457134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/843746652980457134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/lori-meyers-alta-fidelidad.html' title='Lori Meyers - Alta fidelidad'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-256583014311721770</id><published>2009-06-04T01:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:23:00.844+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Dilemas del toreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un gran artículo con el que nos deleita una vez más Raúl Retana. En esta ocasión habla sobre el toreo y expresa de una forma muy clara la misma opinión que yo mismo me forjé hace varios años sobre este asunto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;El toreo quizás sea una tortura ("ni arte, ni cultura"), pero no hay que olvidar que la vida que ha tenido el toro ha sido infinitamente mejor que la de todos aquellos animales que criamos en cantidades masivas para el consumo humano; habría que considerar establecer unas prioridades claras antes de luchar por la defensa de los animales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejo a continuación un extracto del artículo de Retana, pero ya aviso que no tiene desperdicio y que merece la pena leerlo completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://raulretana.com/2009/05/31/dilemas-del-toreo/#more-1033"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://raulretana.com/2009/05/31/dilemas-del-toreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas maneras yo no soy taurino. Entiendo de sobra que hay gente que no le guste para nada y le parezca sangriento y deplorable. Pero yo si fuera animal, quiero decir, más animal preferiría sin lugar a dudas morir como un toro habiéndome dado una buena vida y morir luchando, tratando de matar a mi matador y pudiendo conseguir un indulto, que morir hacinado siendo carne de idiotas que jamás piensan las cosas y que las defienden porque es la moda y lo políticamente correcto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Entonces: ¿taurino? ¿antitaurino? ¿Por qué etiquetarse? Prefiero estar al lado de los que defienden la reflexión. Ahí estoy yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://raulretana.com/2009/05/31/dilemas-del-toreo/#more-1033"&gt;Leer texto completo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-256583014311721770?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/256583014311721770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilemas-del-toreo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/256583014311721770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/256583014311721770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilemas-del-toreo.html' title='Dilemas del toreo'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-5542098517771159536</id><published>2009-06-03T09:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:03:24.969+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Un día en el mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Un día en el mundo (Vetusta Morla)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a82303f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3skyline.com/catalogue/download-track-0x28914b/03_-_vetusta-morla_-_un-dia-en-el-mundo.mp3"&gt;Vetusta Morla - Un día en el mundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este no es el &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qb2iNTguo8I"&gt;videoclip original&lt;/a&gt; de la canción, pero me gusta tanto o más que el original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K5UrzaKgaY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K5UrzaKgaY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por el día nos encierran en sus jaulas de cemento&lt;br /&gt;y aprendemos del león.&lt;br /&gt;Por las noches atrapamos corazones asfixiados&lt;br /&gt;y disparos en su honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, soy feliz, tu juego me ha dejado así.&lt;br /&gt;Consumir, producir, la sangre cubre mi nariz.&lt;br /&gt;No sé dónde quedó el rumor que nos vió nacer,&lt;br /&gt;pagó la jaula al domador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilatamos las pupilas en encuentros con sirenas&lt;br /&gt;con las piernas de neón.&lt;br /&gt;Y blasfemamos por dios, prometemos por vos.&lt;br /&gt;Machacamos nuestros cuerpos prietos&lt;br /&gt;por un sueño de cartón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, soy feliz, tu juego me ha dejado así.&lt;br /&gt;Disfrazar, seducir, ponerme guapo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;No sé dónde quedó el rumor que nos vió nacer,&lt;br /&gt;pagó la jaula al domador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, soy feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, tu juego me ha dejado así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, ¿qué hago aquí?&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, tu juego me ha dejado así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué fue de aquel rumor que nos vió crecer&lt;br /&gt;siendo la carne del león.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, soy feliz, tu juego me ha dejado así.&lt;br /&gt;Engañar, seducir, ponerme guapo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;No sé dónde quedó el rumor,&lt;br /&gt;pagó la jaula al domador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, soy feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, tu juego me ha dejado así...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SiRn2CGdOjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZQF7FChiMuw/s1600-h/vetusta_morla_un_dia_en_el_mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SiRn2CGdOjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZQF7FChiMuw/s400/vetusta_morla_un_dia_en_el_mundo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342509235942799922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los miembros de la banda explican la relación entre la portada de su disco y la propia banda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;El cielo y el mar son inmensos, inabarcables. Pero el niño no parece darse cuenta, está concentrado en su pequeña aventura del día, saltar de un banco a otro. Para otros será algo nimio, pero para él es su gran audacia, la odisea de esa jornada. En parte, editando este álbum, nos sentimos de un modo similar a ese niño. No volverá a ser el mismo después de ese salto, pero no es tampoco un cambio radical, es un pequeño paso adelante, un capítulo más dentro de una historia mayor, una etapa que se ha desarrollado de forma natural dentro de una evolución larga.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este sábado 6 de junio tendré la oportunidad de verlos tocar en directo aquí en Granada :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-5542098517771159536?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/5542098517771159536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-dia-en-el-mundo.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5542098517771159536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5542098517771159536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-dia-en-el-mundo.html' title='Un día en el mundo'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SiRn2CGdOjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZQF7FChiMuw/s72-c/vetusta_morla_un_dia_en_el_mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-5297274136192530647</id><published>2009-06-02T00:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:37:35.646+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>SIGNS (Patrick Hughes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un corto de 12 minutos que merece la pena ver hasta el final. Recomiendo relajarse y verlo a pantalla completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué importante es la comunicación.&lt;br /&gt;Qué importante es aprovechar las oportunidades cuando te llegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="408"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kikorb &lt;/span&gt;por descubrírmelo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://etsiit.blogspot.com/2009/05/lo-que-estoy-silvando-desde-hace-4-dias.html"&gt;http://etsiit.blogspot.com/2009/05/lo-que-estoy-silvando-desde-hace-4-dias.html&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-5297274136192530647?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/5297274136192530647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-patrick-hughes.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5297274136192530647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5297274136192530647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-patrick-hughes.html' title='SIGNS (Patrick Hughes)'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-711697679460587942</id><published>2009-05-31T14:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:44:34.999+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playlist'/><title type='text'>Playlist de Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="210"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/externalpl.swf?file=c0c7dff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="360" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/04/danger.html"&gt;Danger!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 - &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-time-goes-by.html"&gt;As time goes by...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 - &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/katie-melua-spiders-web.html"&gt;Katie Melua - Spider's Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 - &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-senda-del-tiempo.html"&gt;La senda del tiempo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 - &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/light-of-life-ibelin-reprise-el-reino.html"&gt;Light of Life (Ibelin Reprise) - El Reino de los Cielos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 - &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-bird.html"&gt;Free Bird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 - &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-vida-moderna.html"&gt;La vida moderna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 -  &lt;a href="http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/vetusta-morla-copenhague.html"&gt;Vetusta Morla - Copenhague&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-711697679460587942?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/711697679460587942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/playlist-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/711697679460587942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/711697679460587942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/playlist-de-mayo.html' title='Playlist de Mayo'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-1855404231273595546</id><published>2009-05-30T21:18:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:24:49.199+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Vetusta Morla - Copenhague</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6fbb162" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nochederock.com/programas/Noche%20de%20Rock%20637%20-%20Vetusta%20Morla%20-%20Shade%20Empire.mp3"&gt;Vetusta Morla - Copenhague&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El corría, nunca le enseñaron a andar,&lt;br /&gt;se fue tras luces pálidas.&lt;br /&gt;Ella huía de espejismos y horas de más.&lt;br /&gt;Aeropuertos. Unos vienen, otros se van,&lt;br /&gt;igual que Alicia sin ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El valor para marcharse,&lt;br /&gt;el miedo a llegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llueve en el canal, la corriente enseña&lt;br /&gt;el camino hacia el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Todos duermen ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien.&lt;br /&gt;Jugar al azar,&lt;br /&gt;nunca saber dónde puedes terminar...&lt;br /&gt;o empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un instante mientras los turistas se van.&lt;br /&gt;Un tren de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;consiguió trazar&lt;br /&gt;la frontera entre siempre o jamás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llueve en el canal, la corriente enseña&lt;br /&gt;el camino hacia el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Todos duermen ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien.&lt;br /&gt;Jugar al azar,&lt;br /&gt;nunca saber dónde puedes terminar...&lt;br /&gt;o empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella duerme tras el vendaval.&lt;br /&gt;No se quitó la ropa.&lt;br /&gt;Sueña con despertar&lt;br /&gt;en otro tiempo y en otra ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien.&lt;br /&gt;Jugar al azar,&lt;br /&gt;nunca saber dónde puedes terminar...&lt;br /&gt;o empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SiGGxOfvgxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2kZddhPs3GM/s1600-h/copenh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SiGGxOfvgxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2kZddhPs3GM/s320/copenh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341698813301064466" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Llueve en Granada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-1855404231273595546?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/1855404231273595546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/vetusta-morla-copenhague.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1855404231273595546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1855404231273595546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/vetusta-morla-copenhague.html' title='Vetusta Morla - Copenhague'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SiGGxOfvgxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2kZddhPs3GM/s72-c/copenh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-8155269890437527412</id><published>2009-05-27T00:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:31:44.191+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>La vida moderna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;La vida moderna&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=de137a2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy tengo ganas de saltarme las reglas de la vida moderna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De salirme de madre, caminar despacio por la calle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No gastar dinero y forrarme por la geta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y fumar lo que sea a la hora de la siesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy tengo ganas de saltarme las normas, de ponerme cachonda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De no avergonzarme por el subidón de hormona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De buscar una ganga y encontrarla a la primera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De llevármela a casa y casarme por lo civil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay, cuántos días encorsetada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riendo a fuerza no gano nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si no hablo es que escucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si muerdo es que saboreo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me apetece más…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me apetece más…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy tengo ganas de saltarme los mitos que murieron solitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De invitar a champaña a to’aquél que quiso y nunca lo dijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De perder las formas, de no tener tope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tenerte cerca si se hace de noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy tengo ganas de saltarme las reglas de la vida moderna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De juntar lo que nadie quiere y montarme una tienda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De construir un palacio y luego tirarle piedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De divorciarme de ti por lo civil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pastora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Y a continuación, el videoclip hecho por Gina, videclip que me descubrió esta excelente canción. Gracias Gina :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ginatonic.net/2008/06/25/pastora-la-vida-moderna/"&gt;http://www.ginatonic.net/2008/06/25/pastora-la-vida-moderna/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-8155269890437527412?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/8155269890437527412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-vida-moderna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8155269890437527412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8155269890437527412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-vida-moderna.html' title='La vida moderna'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-3317612215520819125</id><published>2009-05-18T19:53:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:30:54.274+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Free Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Free Bird (Lynyrd Skynyrd)&lt;/h2&gt;Una canción para escuchar completa, desde el principio hasta el final, sin saltarse ninguna parte.  &lt;p&gt;Nueve minutos divididos en dos mitades claramente diferenciadas pero donde la una no es nada sin la otra.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Una pasada de canción...&lt;/p&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=e2311e8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dwiracing.com/Music/14%20-%20Free%20Bird.mp3"&gt;Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I leave there tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;would you still remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For I must be travelling on, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;´cause there´s too many places I´ve gotta see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But if I stayed here with you, girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;things just couldn´t be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;´Cause I´m as free as a bird now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and this bird you cannot change. Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And this bird you cannot change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And this bird you cannot change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord knows, I can´t change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye bye, baby, it´s been sweet love, yeah, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You´ll disappear and I can´t change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But please don´t take it so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;´Cause the lord knows I’m to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But if I stayed here with you, girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;things just couldn´t be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I´m as free as a bird now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and this bird you cannot change. Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And this bird you cannot change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And this bird you cannot change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord knows, I can´t change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, help me, I can´t change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, I can´t change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Won´t you fly high, free bird? Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;PÁJARO LIBRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Si me fuera allí mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;¿todavía me recordarías?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tengo que partir ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;porque hay demasiados sitios que tengo que ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Y si estuviera aquí contigo, chica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;las cosas no podrían ser iguales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Porque ahora soy tan libre como un pájaro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y a este pájaro no le puedes cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Y a este pájaro no le puedes cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Y a este pájaro no le puedes cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;El Señor lo sabe, no puedo cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Adiós, pequeña, ha sido un dulce amor, sí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Desaparecerás y yo no puedo cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pero, por favor, no te lo tomes tan mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Porque el señor sabe que no tengo la culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pero si estuviera aquí contigo, chica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;las cosas no podrían ser iguales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Porque ahora soy tan libre como un pájaro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;y a este pájaro no lo puedes cambiar, oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Y a este pájaro no lo puedes cambiar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Y a este pájaro no lo puedes cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;El señor lo sabe, no puedo cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Señor, ayúdame. No puedo cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Señor, no puedo cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;¿No volarás alto, pájaro libre? Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-3317612215520819125?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/3317612215520819125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3317612215520819125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3317612215520819125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-bird.html' title='Free Bird'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-7786697140246267310</id><published>2009-05-15T13:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:53:08.084+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Nueva Alejandría</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://protocolo7.blogspot.com/2009/05/nueva-alejandria.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://protocolo7.blogspot.com/2009/05/nueva-alejandria.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hay un tema -uno de tantos- que llevo algún tiempo queriendo discutir públicamente. Se trata del trillado asunto de Internet versus Propiedad Intelectual. Dudo que sea capaz de aportar nada espectacular y, además, no voy a esgrimir cifras ni datos concretos. Simplemente quería reflexionar en voz alta. Nada más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://protocolo7.blogspot.com/2009/05/nueva-alejandria.html"&gt;Continuar leyendo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me ha gustado mucho este artículo del blog de Aighash y Moreloth (&lt;a href="http://protocolo7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Protocolo7&lt;/a&gt;). Es cierto, es un tema que está muy trillado, pero la referencia que hace Moreloth hacia las bibliotecas y la propiedad intelectual me ha parecido uno de los argumentos más acertados al respecto que he leído últimamente. Puede ser un poco largo, pero está muy bien escrito y te hace reflexionar bastante, por lo que, sin duda, merece la pena leerlo. Por ello, a pesar de su introducción humilde, me gustaría felicitar a Moreloth desde aquí por su gran artículo: ¡enhorabuena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras su conclusión final, me gustaría comentar algunas cosas. Esta situación en la que para difundir la cultura, es necesario pagar tasas y cánones me resulta sorprendente. Recurdo la película Inteligencia Artificial (A.I.) en la que se veía en una escena cómo el protagonista, para poder aprender algo sobre el mundo, debía pagar dinero a cambio de acceder a la "biblioteca virtual". Hasta la aparición de Internet, nuestra sociedad siempre ha tenido como una de sus máximas el difundir la cultura para que llegue a todas las personas mediante el sistema de educación, las bibliotecas, los museos, etc. ¡Hemos llegado un punto en que hasta los museos empiezan a ser gratis! Entonces, ¿por qué empeñarse tanto en hacer pagar por tener acceso a la cultura? Pienso que los artistas pueden conseguir otras fuentes de financiación perfectamente viables que la simple venta de discos, DVDs o libros. Que yo sepa, los artistas siempre han podido sobrevivir sin problemas sin tener que vender millones de copias. Si íbamos en una dirección en la que se pretendía que la cultura estuviera accesible a todo el mundo, ¿por qué de repente vamos hacia atrás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-7786697140246267310?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/7786697140246267310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/nueva-alejandria.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7786697140246267310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/7786697140246267310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/nueva-alejandria.html' title='Nueva Alejandría'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-6936477031360951413</id><published>2009-05-13T15:56:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:37:45.960+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Light of Life (Ibelin Reprise) - El Reino de los Cielos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natacha Atlas &amp;amp; Harry-Gregson Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light of Life (Ibelin Reprise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me encanta esta canción que pertenece a la banda sonora del Reino de los Cielos. Una gran película que merece la pena verla en Versión Extendida (la versión de cine no tiene nada que ver: es mucho peor).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cantada por &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natacha Atlas&lt;/span&gt;, una famosa cantante árabe y compuesta por el compositor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry-Gregson Williams&lt;/span&gt; (que también ha creado la fantástica banda sonora de Las Crónicas de Narnia).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ec411a6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snowblade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;en &lt;a href="http://www.filmtracks.com/comments/titles/kingdom_heaven/index.cgi?read=236"&gt;este foro&lt;/a&gt; ha transcrito la canción y además la ha traducido al inglés. Los números que aparecen en la letra no son ningún error: son sonidos del idioma árabe que no tienen equivalencia en el alfabeto latino. Dejo aquí su versión de la letra con una pequeña explicación inicial que ha escrito él mismo. Quizás esta versión no sea perfecta, pero es la mejor que he encontrado en Internet.&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;It's hard to understand other dialects (in this case egyptian, cause Natasha Atlas is Egyptian) when you're middle-eastern from the gulf. I did my best but i'm not very sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll write in arabic phonetic between [brackets] cause i don't have arabic keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some rules (cause there are more arabic letters than in latin, 28 letters, 3 vowels and 25 consonants) however:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- shadda (insistance) on a consonant will make that consonant repeated twice, long vowels will be repeated twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 = ء = like 2alif (alif)&lt;br /&gt;ع = 3 = like eye in arabic, 3ein&lt;br /&gt;3' = غ = like cloud in arabic, 3eim&lt;br /&gt;6 = ط = like duck in arabic, ba66a&lt;br /&gt;6' = ظ = like luck in arabic, 7a6'&lt;br /&gt;7 = ح = like life in arabic, 7ayaat&lt;br /&gt;7' = خ = like automn in arabic, 7'ariif&lt;br /&gt;8 = ق = like iraq in arabic, 3iraa8&lt;br /&gt;9 = ص = like friend (male) in arabic, 9adi8&lt;br /&gt;9' = ض = like to put in arabic, wa9'a3a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-jannaa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i believe in the kingdom of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-7ub]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i believe in the kingdom of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-jannaa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i believe in the kingdom of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We in-naar il-7ayaat hiya il-duniaa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in the fire of life is the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(can be understood light of life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[La 2ilaha 2illa 2allah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no deity other than Allah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;[We il-noor il-7ayaat ye9'aa2 fi il-dunia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the light of life light up in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We 7ab il-hawa hiya a7laaha] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not sure about this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the seeds of wind is the most beautiful of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-janna]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i believe in the kingdom of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We 2e7na be-re7la lil-janna]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we are on the trip to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[La 2ilaha 2illa 2allah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no deity other than Allah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;[La 2ilaha 2illa 2allah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no deity other than Allah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-jannaa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i believe in the kingdom of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-7ub]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i believe in the kingdom of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ya 7abibii]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí escribo mi propia versión traducida al español de la canción. Como ya he dicho antes, los números que aparecen intercalados en la letra original no son ningún error; sino sonidos del idioma árabe que no tienen equivalencia en el alfabeto latino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-jannaa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y yo creo en el reino de los cielos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-7ub]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y yo creo en el reino del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-jannaa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y yo creo en el reino de los cielos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We in-naar il-7ayaat hiya il-duniaa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y en la luz de la vida está el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[La 2ilaha 2illa 2allah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;No hay otro dios que Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We il-noor il-7ayaat ye9'aa2 fi il-dunia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y la luz de la vida se ilumina en el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 7ab il-hawa hiya a7laaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y las semillas del viento son lo más bello de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-janna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y yo creo en el reino de los cielos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 2e7na be-re7la lil-janna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y estamos en el viaje hacia el Cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[La 2ilaha 2illa 2allah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;No hay otro dios que Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[La 2ilaha 2illa 2allah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;No hay otro dios que Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-jannaa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y yo creo en el reino de los cielos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[We 2anaa bu2min be-mamlakt il-7ub]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y yo creo en el reino del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Ya 7abibii]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Querido mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgrZ4KPHW_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/yX7a-U7ZHIY/s1600-h/snapshot20090201185738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdoojcwOCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8eSFzbQrBqU/s400/S6002466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334347329563539490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este año 2009 la nieve en Sierra Nevada está durando más que nunca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foto la hice yo ayer mismo: domingo, 10 de mayo a las 19:28 desde la autovía de Sierra Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya falta poco para que toda la nieve desaparezca... Sierra Nevada comienza a derretirse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-3881974835772533772?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/3881974835772533772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/sierra-nevada-se-derrite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3881974835772533772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3881974835772533772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/sierra-nevada-se-derrite.html' title='Sierra Nevada se derrite'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdoojcwOCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8eSFzbQrBqU/s72-c/S6002466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-1582775437846697321</id><published>2009-05-10T23:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:44:40.888+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>La senda del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Celtas Cortos - La senda del tiempo&lt;/h2&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=240ab5d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.listen77.com/mp3-genre/688492__Celtas-Cortos---La-Senda-Del-Tiempo.mp3"&gt;Celtas Cortos - La senda del tiempo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces llega un momento en que&lt;br /&gt;te haces viejo de repente&lt;br /&gt;sin arrugas en la frente&lt;br /&gt;pero con ganas de morir&lt;br /&gt;paseando por las calles&lt;br /&gt;todo tiene igual color&lt;br /&gt;siento que algo hecho en falta&lt;br /&gt;no se si será el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me despierto por la noches&lt;br /&gt;entre una gran confusión&lt;br /&gt;es tal la melancolía&lt;br /&gt;que está acabando conmigo&lt;br /&gt;siento que me vuelvo loco&lt;br /&gt;y me sumerjo en el alcohol&lt;br /&gt;las estrellas por la noche&lt;br /&gt;han perdido su esplendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces llega un momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He buscado en los desiertos&lt;br /&gt;de la tierra del dolor&lt;br /&gt;y no he hallado mas respuesta&lt;br /&gt;que espejismos de ilusión&lt;br /&gt;he hablado con las montañas&lt;br /&gt;de la desesperación&lt;br /&gt;y su respuesta era solo&lt;br /&gt;el eco sordo de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces llega un momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celtas Cortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-1582775437846697321?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/1582775437846697321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-senda-del-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1582775437846697321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/1582775437846697321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-senda-del-tiempo.html' title='La senda del tiempo'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-8788683922477453824</id><published>2009-05-04T21:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:45:38.313+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Katie Melua - Spider's Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Spider's Web&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=dc71a37" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tapchiamnhac.net/music/Artists_Albums/Katie%20Melua/06_katie_melua_-_spiders_web.mp3"&gt;Katie Melua - Spider's Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a black man is racist, is it okay?&lt;br /&gt;If it's the white man's racism that made him that way,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the bully’s the victim they say,&lt;br /&gt;By some sense they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘Cause the line between wrong and right,&lt;br /&gt;Is the width of a thread from a spider's web.&lt;br /&gt;The piano keys are black and white,&lt;br /&gt;But they sound like a million colours in your mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you to go to war,&lt;br /&gt;Or I could march for peace and fighting no more,&lt;br /&gt;How do I know which is right,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope he does when he sends you to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘Cause the line between wrong and right,&lt;br /&gt;Is the width of a thread from a spider's web.&lt;br /&gt;The piano keys are black and white,&lt;br /&gt;But they sound like a million colours in your mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we act on a blame?&lt;br /&gt;Or should we chase the moments away?&lt;br /&gt;Should we live?&lt;br /&gt;Should we give?&lt;br /&gt;Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘Cause the line between wrong and right,&lt;br /&gt;Is the width of a thread from a spider's web,&lt;br /&gt;The piano keys are black and white,&lt;br /&gt;But they sound like a million colours in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piano keys are black and white,&lt;br /&gt;But they sound like a million colours in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;They sound like a million colours in your mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdktHpupQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dXIS44DMNMw/s1600-h/katiemelua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdktHpupQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dXIS44DMNMw/s200/katiemelua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334343009954604290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i "font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katie Melua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Dónde empieza y dónde acaba lo que está bien y lo que está mal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La línea entre el bien y el mal es tan delgada como el hilo de una tela de araña...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-8788683922477453824?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/8788683922477453824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/katie-melua-spiders-web.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8788683922477453824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/8788683922477453824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/katie-melua-spiders-web.html' title='Katie Melua - Spider&apos;s Web'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdktHpupQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dXIS44DMNMw/s72-c/katiemelua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-3801478326948612880</id><published>2009-05-01T17:30:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:47:37.240+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>As time goes by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 &gt;As time goes by&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rod Stewart &amp;amp; Queen Latifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&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=2a94aca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/files/sst4/22c453bb1f8db1db149da1b4b0268b8a.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod Stewart &amp; Queen Latifah - As time goes by&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This day and age we're living in&lt;br /&gt;Gives cause for apprehension&lt;br /&gt;With speed and new invention&lt;br /&gt;And things like third dimension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we get a trifle weary&lt;br /&gt;With Mr. Einstein's theory&lt;br /&gt;So we must get down to earth at times&lt;br /&gt;Relax relieve the tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what the progress&lt;br /&gt;Or what may yet be proved&lt;br /&gt;The simple facts of life are such&lt;br /&gt;They cannot be removed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must remember this&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is still a kiss&lt;br /&gt;A sigh is just a sigh&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental things apply&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when two lovers woo&lt;br /&gt;They still say, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;On that you can rely&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight and love songs - Never out of date&lt;br /&gt;Hearts full of passion - Jealousy and hate&lt;br /&gt;Woman needs man - And man must have his mate&lt;br /&gt;That no one can deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's still the same old story&lt;br /&gt;A fight for love and glory&lt;br /&gt;A case of do or die&lt;br /&gt;The world will always welcome lovers&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdlEJJP4UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/w65BUYfgd5c/s1600-h/casablanca_new_0_36_50_160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdlEJJP4UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/w65BUYfgd5c/s320/casablanca_new_0_36_50_160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334343405492232514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play it again, Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-3801478326948612880?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/3801478326948612880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-time-goes-by.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3801478326948612880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/3801478326948612880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As time goes by...'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/SgdlEJJP4UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/w65BUYfgd5c/s72-c/casablanca_new_0_36_50_160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-4654207035922144122</id><published>2009-04-26T19:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:48:52.116+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Danger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Danger! - The Sound of Arrows&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fc2a059" 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.squirrelfood.us/downloads/SFFMv319/The%20Sound%20of%20Arrows%20-%20Danger!.mp3"&gt;The Sound of Arrows - Danger!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger! There is danger out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! At this hour stay out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful! It could hurt you so bad now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't join a fight! Know how to tell wrong from right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're in danger and you don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to strangers and know when to quit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger has followed you home..&lt;br /&gt;It's outside, shouting your name it won't leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful! It could hurt you so bad now!&lt;br /&gt;Don't join a fight, know how to tell wrong from right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're in danger then you don't seem to know it.&lt;br /&gt;The world is a dangerous place but you won't admit it..danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's danger baby, I feel so dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's danger baby, I feel so dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's danger baby, I feel so dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's danger baby, I feel so dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/Sgdm9wCO56I/AAAAAAAAAO8/CQp4UsXaLWw/s1600-h/3172_1134572597444_1021182158_382178_2155474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/Sgdm9wCO56I/AAAAAAAAAO8/CQp4UsXaLWw/s200/3172_1134572597444_1021182158_382178_2155474_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334345494695962530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;br /&gt;Danger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-4654207035922144122?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/4654207035922144122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/04/danger.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4654207035922144122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/4654207035922144122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/04/danger.html' title='Danger!'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZPVVTOclkg/Sgdm9wCO56I/AAAAAAAAAO8/CQp4UsXaLWw/s72-c/3172_1134572597444_1021182158_382178_2155474_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359202028870335067.post-5269015444127909083</id><published>2009-04-09T12:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:39:52.203+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynz'/><title type='text'>Recuerdos de mi pasado blogueril</title><content type='html'>Un pequeño homenaje para recordar mi antiguo y añorado blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://lynz-es.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog de Lynz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya casi no escribo en él, pero en su momento disfruté mucho con él. Siempre le guardaré un cariño especial por haber sido mi primer blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359202028870335067-5269015444127909083?l=disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/feeds/5269015444127909083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/04/recuerdos-del-pasado.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5269015444127909083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359202028870335067/posts/default/5269015444127909083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disfrutandodelcamino.blogspot.com/2009/04/recuerdos-del-pasado.html' title='Recuerdos de mi pasado blogueril'/><author><name>Lynz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926291627298636134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4176/linceiberico4zt.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
