DIVAS: Music and poems.
- So, What are you going to do? -...I don´t know. I´ve been watching my life; it´s right there; and I keep scratching at it trying to get into it...but I can´t.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
NEW PHOTO-BLOG
Hi everybody (if there´s still someone out there...)
I just published my new, great, fancy, awesome, fantastic...bla, bla, bla... blog.
This one is only about the photos.
Hope you enjo it
HOLAAAA!!
para todos aquellos y aquellas que de vez en cuando sigais mirando este espacio (mi espacio), os dejo el enlace del nuevo blog que he creado.
En este sólo os daré la lata con fotos. Nada más...PROMETIDO!!!
el resto de cosas que se me crucen por el camino, seguirán estando en MOANALAND.
besos.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Illustrations: ALEX ANDREYEV
Espero que os guste.
Ilustrador de San Petesburgo con un estilo muy particular.
ALEX ANDREYEV_web
Please enjoy it, because this is something special.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
BELLERUCHE: "You´re Listening To The Words"
"shy from the loudest voice
The serpent I avoid
Choose to fight a battle rare
It doesn't mean that I am bad
It doesn't mean that I am scared
It's just not worth the breath
I speak my mind when I'm at home
Censor when I'm not alone
Choose who I am open to
It doesn't mean that I am closed
It doesn't mean I've given up on hope
It's just not worth the breath
I hear when I must defend
When you've got naught to prove
I'll wait and listen to your view
It doesn't mean we must agree
It doesn't mean that you know me
It's just where it begins
We live in a time of change
Breathe in what remains
Left from worlds before
It doesn't mean we should destroy
Carry on mistakes ignored
It's just all too short
I cry when I can't express
This feeling of torment
When I can't get through to you
I do because I care
I do out of despair
Wish you could understand
I'm low when I get it wrong
When dreams have been shot down
When I reveal things I don't want to see
It doesn't mean I'm in denial
It doesn't mean I want to hide
But there's too much to bare"
Sunday, October 16, 2011
15 Oct 2011... We are there.
Cada vez que escucho esta canción no puedo evitar pensar en todo lo que se está viviendo ahora mismo en este nuestro "primer mundo". A lo mejor es que no somos tan inteligentes como nos creemos, digo yo. Si no, que alguien me lo explique.
Everytime I listen to this song I can´t hel thnking about all that is going on now in our, so called, "first world". Maybe is that we are not as intelligent as we like to believe. Otherwise, please someone explain me how we got into this deep shhh...
MANIC STREET PREACHERS: "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next"
"The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next "
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next "
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