domingo, 4 de septiembre de 2011

Catcher in the rye

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."

sábado, 3 de septiembre de 2011

I think ur a contra

 I had a feeling once
That you and I
Could tell each other everything


Flamenco

Al verte las flores lloran
cuando entras en tu jardín,
porque las flores quisieran
toítas parecerse a ti.

(...)

Y el día,
y el día que tú naciste
nacieron toítas las flores
y en la pila del bautismo
cantaron los ruiseñores.