Saturday, March 19, 2011
Las Llamas
La lejana luz del gran queso se encontraba iluminando la calmada gran ciudad de Alcares, el tranquilo oleaje del tiempo tras el crepúsculo y el gran viento mostraban la paz tan deseada por el día. Los carteles en la penumbra penumbrosa mostraban a los ahora perros que meses atrás, pasado, pretérito, habían convencido a la población local de su liderazgo. Su extensión tan extensa. Su gran historia medieval. Su gran desarrollo. La ciudad de La Gran Magnificencia Resplandeciente de las Siete Costas de los Grandes Alcares, fundada ya hace setecientos años y que encerraba millones de historias, ahora convertidas en literatura para el exterior. Un grupo de amigos cerca de un bar, todos preparados para zarpar. Las tierras nuevas a descubrir, esperando para zarpar. Donde las llamas abundan todos van. A buscar el gran tesoro, por lo menos algo encontrar. La tierra donde los llamados conejitos y las desconocidas llamas corren sin cesar. De la ciudad de Alcares el pequeño grupo de amigos ahora sale apresuradamente; antes que la bola de fuego queme el gran cielo nocturno.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
There's No New Left About You
Show me the trigger I'll run after you
it may not be easy but it'll be afternoon
they all told us to fight but you.
It's not so easy to learnt it and play
the days go by, pass the luck goes away
we been chasing the stars avoiding to lay.
Now give me the bullets their taste bittersweet
there's never a chance nothing to eat
as skies go up and down with the meat.
You equal like me throwing away
living these days trying to push us to play
you may end under my foot one day.
So don't expect the best of never betray
they will sing us the protest all the damn day
but never remember the season of may.
Let this lands of hate disappear
you're the one who screams for the few
or maybe it's time end their fears?
Show me the trigger I had ran after you
it is not easy but it'll be before noon
they all told us to fight for you.
Running there's no savoir bliss
they scream for the peace
but don't fight certain thing.
We holding the blades fighting shoots.
I don't know where I am
I don't know how much time
There's no left to be sang about
but maybe my soul will rest
on the solar moon.
Show me the trigger I won't run after you
it must be the worst of my life there's no moon
they all told us to fight against you.
Bulletproofs flying, fireflies exploding
another creep end of such an story
another medal for the ones who will cry.
it may not be easy but it'll be afternoon
they all told us to fight but you.
It's not so easy to learnt it and play
the days go by, pass the luck goes away
we been chasing the stars avoiding to lay.
Now give me the bullets their taste bittersweet
there's never a chance nothing to eat
as skies go up and down with the meat.
You equal like me throwing away
living these days trying to push us to play
you may end under my foot one day.
So don't expect the best of never betray
they will sing us the protest all the damn day
but never remember the season of may.
Let this lands of hate disappear
you're the one who screams for the few
or maybe it's time end their fears?
Show me the trigger I had ran after you
it is not easy but it'll be before noon
they all told us to fight for you.
Running there's no savoir bliss
they scream for the peace
but don't fight certain thing.
We holding the blades fighting shoots.
I don't know where I am
I don't know how much time
There's no left to be sang about
but maybe my soul will rest
on the solar moon.
Show me the trigger I won't run after you
it must be the worst of my life there's no moon
they all told us to fight against you.
Bulletproofs flying, fireflies exploding
another creep end of such an story
another medal for the ones who will cry.
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