Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Mi camino hacia la aceptación

Ayer fuimos a ver a Alejandro Jodorowsky a su "Cabaret Místico" de los días miércoles, que fue un lunes, pero bueno.

Si alguien quiere experimentar una experiencia mesiánica, entonces debe asistir a una de estas sesiones. Me recordó un libro de García Márquez en el cual había un curandero tan mágico que tenía que agrupar a los cientos de personas que le solicitaban ayuda: "Los parapléjicos a este lado, los con problemas sexuales a este otro"(cuál era?)

Independiente de lo anterior, me quedo con la paz y amor que transmite su discurso (media novedad, hace 2006 años habia un loco hablando de lo mismo, pero en el desierto). Con su humor, humildad e infinito respeto a la diversidad y a las historias de cada cual.

Y sobre todo, me quedo con la oportunidad de ver a un loco lindo que nos recuerda que el amor es la esencia de uno mismo, de nosotros y nuestro mundo.

Si uno junta a todos los viejos de esa generación, hay sabiduría por montón.
Para recordar a otro grande, va una definición que Maturana hace del amor:

"Amor es aceptar al otro como un legítimo otro en la diferencia bajo la premisa del respeto mutuo"

Les dejo este tema, que mencioné en los primeros post de este blog (uf! todo se conecta con todo!) y que me hace mucho sentido con lo que significa el aprendizaje.

La aceptación como estado debe ser un largo camino, pero algún día hay que dar el primer paso.



Wake up - Aracade of fire

Somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causin rain storms turnin' every good thing to
rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am go-goin’

You'd better look out below

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Y ahora las noticias

y porque nosotros nos tenemos que conformar con la culebra del 7???
Sólo manitos del tiempo puede hacerle la collera

Monday, November 20, 2006

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Thursday, November 09, 2006

Aviso

A los amables lectores y seguidores de este Blog que deben ser como 2 o 3 pelagatos (respetables en todo caso), se les agredecerá de todo corazón sus comentarios. Al menos para no sentirme tan solo en la blogosfera (the truth is out there)

Cities come and cities go just like the old empires

Debo partir indicando que este post se inspiró en el blog del primo lalo, quien hizo una amplia cobertura a este grupo.

Como este temilla me ha aparecido en momentos claves, en el radiotransistor mas cercano, me animo a postearlo. Además que tiene un sabor a onda disco que pide a gritos que hagamos la famosa fiesta e incluirla en una serie junto a "Dancing Queen" y tantos otros exitos del Studio 54.

El ritmo es super alegre, pero la letra medio achacante como los ricos tiempos que corren. Me quedo con la frase : "Cities come and cities go just like the old empires".

Y la cita del día, queridos amiguitos, es:
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power". Abraham Lincon.


El video es demasiado mamá para esta página, así que les dejo el link. Igual harta sicodelia.




Don't Feel Like Dancing - Scissor Sisters


Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what ya done?’
This used to be the life but I don’t need another one.
Good luck cuttin’ nothin’, carrying on, you wear them gowns.
So how come I feel so lonely when you’re up getting down?

So I play along when I hear that favourite song
I’m gonna be the one who gets it right.
You better know when you’re swingin’ round the room
Look’s like magic’s solely yours tonight

But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you

Cities come and cities go just like the old empires
When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile.
You got so many colours make a blind man so confused.
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?

So I’ll just pretend that I know which way to bend
And I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re mine.
Just please understand, when I see you clap your hands
If you stick around I’m sure that you’ll be fine.

But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you

You can’t make me dance around
But your two-step makes my chest pound.
Just lay me down as you blow it away into the shimmer light.

But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

David Lee Roth (Van Halen) - Just A Gigolo

Este no lo había visto, pero muy en el estilo de Van Halen.

A proposito, pregunta freak: ¿con qué vocalista Van Halen sonaba mejor?
David Lee Roth - California Girls

He aquí el video.

Dream of Californi...

Nunca olvidaré el video de la versión de David Lee Roth para este tema. Creo que tenía como 10 u 11 años cuando lo daban en la TV, un inverbe dirán uds. pero a esa edad ya están despertando las hormonas. El caso es que ver a un rock star caminar por un callejón de minas más altas que el vestidas de pequeños bikinis y lentes oscuros, con bronceados perfectos y su pelo escarmenado al estilo 80tero, era lo máximo.

Estoy mitad de camino a jubilar parece.




California Girls - Beach Boys


Well east coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when Im down there

The mid-west farmers daughters really make you feel alright
And the northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls

The west coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldnt wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls

I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)

I aint got nobody

Este es tema para el eterno fieston.
Cuándo? digo yo, haremos ese eterno fiestón con bola de espejos y todo?




Just a gigolo - David Lee Roth

Just a gigolo
everywhere I go
people know the part
I'm playing

Paid for every dance
selling each romance
every night some heart
betraying

There will come a day
youth will pass away
then what will they say
about me

When the end comes I know
they'll say just a gigolo
as life goes on
without me

'Cause I aint got nobody
nobody nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely
sad and lonely sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama
come and take a chance with me
cause I aint so bad

Get along with me babe,
been singin love songs
All of the time
Even only be, honey only, only be
Bop bozadee bozadee bop zitty bop

I ain't got nobody 'cept love songs in love
Hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla boobuhla
hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla bop

I ain't got nobody, nobody,
nobody cares for me
Nobody , nobody
I'm so sad and lonely,
sad and lonely,
sad and lonely,
Won't some sweet mama come
and take a chance with me
cause I aint so bad

Get along with me babe,
been singin love songs
All of the time
Even only be, honey only, only be

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Forget About It



FBI Technician: What's forget about it?
Donnie Brasco: Forget about it is like if you agree with someone, you know, like Raquel Welch is one great piece of ass, forget about it. But then, if you disagree, like A Lincoln is better than a Cadillac? Forget about it! you know? But then, it's also like if something's the greatest thing in the world, like mingia those peppers, forget about it. But it's also like saying Go to hell! too. Like, you know, like "Hey Paulie, you got a one inch pecker?" and Paulie says "Forget about it!" Sometimes it just means forget about it.

Por los viejos tiempos

y que fue del bajo?

Stuck on you - Failure
I HEARD YOU DRIVING IN MY CAR
THEN IN A FROZEN BAR
I CLAIMED I DIDN'T CARE FOR YOU
BUT YOUR VERSE GOT TRAPPED INSIDE MY HEAD
OVER AND OVER AGAIN
YOU PLAYED YOURSELF TO DEATH IN ME

I THOUGHT I'D DROP YOU EASILY
BUT THAT WAS NOT TO BE
YOU BURROWED LIKE A SUMMER TIC
SO YOU INVADE MY SLEEP AND CONFUSE MY DREAMS
TURN MY NIGHTS TO SLEEPLESS ITCH

STUCK ON YOU 'TILL THE END OF TIME
I'M TOO TIRED TO FIGHT YOUR RHYME
STUCK ON YOU 'TILL THE END OF TIME
YOU'VE GOT ME PARALYZED

HOLDING ON THE TELEPHONE
I HEAR YOUR MIDRANGE MOAN
YOUR EVERYWHERE INSIDE MY ROOM
EVEN WHEN I'M ALONE I HEAR YOUR MELLOW DRONE
YOUR EVERYWHERE INSIDE OF ME

STUCK ON YOU 'TILL THE END OF TIME
I'M TOO TIRED TO FIGHT YOUR RHYME
STUCK ON YOU 'TILL THE END OF TIME
YOU GOT ME TRAPPED INSIDE

I CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR INCESSANT WHINE
WHEN YOU BEAM IT OUT ALL ACROSS THE SKY
NO I CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR INSIPID RHYME
WHEN YOU SHOOT IT DEEP
STRAIGHT INTO MY MIND
the postal service - such great heights High Rez

el video esta bueno tambien