RECUERDOS DE JUVENTUD

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom

For trying to change the system from within

I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'm guided by a signal in the heavens

I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin

I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby

I love your body and your spirit and your clothes

But you see that line there moving through the station?

I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win

You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline

How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I don't like your fashion business mister

And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin

I don't like what happened to my sister

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby

And I thank you for those items that you sent me

The monkey and the plywood violin

I practiced every night, now I'm ready

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I am guided

Ah remember me, I used to live for music

Remember me, I brought your groceries in

Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

CREPÚSCULO EN TAHITÍ

We got it together didn't we?

We've definitely got our thing together, don't we baby?

Isn't that nice?

I mean, really, when you really sit and think about it

Isn't it really, really nice?

I can easily feel myself slipping more and more ways

That super world of my own

Nobody but you and me

We've got it together baby

Ahh, the first, my last, my everything

And the answer to all my dreams

You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star

My kind of wonderful, that's what you are

I know there's only, only one like you

There's no way, they could have made two

You're all I'm living for

Your love I'll keep for evermore

You're the first, you're the last, my everything

In you, I've found so many things

A love so new only you could bring

Can't you see if you

You make me feel this way

You're like a first morning dew

On a brand new day

I see so many ways that I

Can love you, 'til the day I die

You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream

You're the first, the last, my everything

I know there's only, only one like you

There's no way they could have made two

Girl you're my reality

But I'm lost in a dream

You're the first, you're the last, my everything

You and me baby

Just you and me

Ya you are the first, the last

My everything

SAN FRANCISCO VISTO POR LEGRAND

Mal empieza el año.

No sabemos cómo evolucionará el maldito virus chino

Creíamos que la variante sudafricana, al ser menos virulenta pero más contagiosa favorecería un ordenado contagio de grupo (o de manada) y esto sería el principio del fin.

Pero también aparecen voces discordantes anunciando un apocalipsis de mutaciones y muerte descontrolada.

Nuestro pésimo Desgobierno sigue poniendo el listón muy alto.

Peor no se puede hacer.

La penúltima, las declaraciones del abyecto ministrillo de Agricultura

Alberto Garzón

Hace unos días vomitó en "The Guardian" la siguiente perla:

"what isn’t at all sustainable is these so-called mega-farms … They find a village in a depopulated bit of Spain and put in 4,000, or 5,000, or 10,000 head of cattle. They pollute the soil, they pollute the water and then they export this poor quality meat from these ill-treated animals" (The Guardian, 26-Diciembre-2011)

Querido mamarracho e ilustre analfabeto, en España no existen esas macrogranjas, pero en cualquier caso, si quieres joder a España ¿por qué coño has aceptado un cargo público que te obliga a defender a tu patria con uñas y dientes? Y tú, Pedro Sánchez, siniestro archipámpano de este patio de Monipodio que tú presides ¿por qué no cesas de modo fulminante a este traidor, a este canalla desnortado?

Pero qué podemos esperar de un tipejo que se ha echado en brazos de Bildu (léase ETA) para acabar convertido en su rehén...

En el apartado internacional, Europa ya sólo es una vieja puta, decadente, chocha y demenciada que sigue encerrada en Sunset Boulevard, viviendo de falsos recuerdos.

Mientras tanto China avisa de que se va a quedar con Taiwan, como ya hiciera con Hong Kong; y Putin envía tropas a Kazajistan, patria de los cosacos, para que masacre a una población harta del títere Tokáyev.

Y no olvidemos a los talibán y resto de extremismo mahometano, valga la redundancia, afilando cuchillos.

En USA, el lelo Biden ha convertido la Casa Blanca en una sitcom de Leslie Nielsen...

Así que me parece que la fiesta ha terminado

The party's over, it's time to call it a day

They've burst your pretty balloon

And taken the moon away

It's time to wind up the masquerade

Just make your mind up

The piper must be paid

The party's over, the candles flicker and dim

You danced and dreamed through the night

It seemed to be right just being with him

Now you must wake up, all dreams must end

Take off your makeup, the party's over

It's all over, my friend

The party's over, it's time to call it a day

They've burst your pretty balloon

And taken the moon away

Now you must wake up, all dreams must end

Take off your makeup, the party's over

It's all over, my friend

It's all over, my friend

VOLVEMOS A EMPEZAR

When I was seventeen

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls

And soft summer nights

We'd hide from the lights

On the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stair

With all that perfumed hair

And it came undone

When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls

Of independent means

We'd ride in limousines

Their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short

I'm in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage wine

From fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs

And it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year

MISTY

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud

I can't understand

I get misty just holding your hand

Walk my way

And a thousand violins begin to play

Or it might be the sound of your hello

That music I hear

I get misty whenever you're near

Can't you see that you're leading me on?

And it's just what I want you to do

Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost

That's why I'm following you

On my own

When I wander through this wonderland alone

Never knowing my right foot from my left

My hat from my glove

I'm too misty and too much in love

I'm just too misty and too much in love

EL DÍA DE LOS INOCENTES

 

PROMENADE

Ya estamos

Con la puta mascarilla

Por la calle

Sólo falta

Que nos obliguen a llevar

Un gorro

De papel Albal

Para evitar

Las terribles radiaciones

Del 5G

Paso por "Estilográfica La Moderna"

Un referente en la Urbs

Compro un tintero

Negro

Como mis ocultos pensamientos

Por la noche "Mafioso" de Alberto Lattuada

Con Alberto Sordi

Magnífico film

Salgo al balcón

Miro el Cielo

SAN ESTEBAN

Día tranquilo

Niebla espesa y opresiva

A mediodía reina el Sol Invictus

Here comes the sun

Do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say

It's all right

Nadie escuchó

El discurso navideño

De su Majestad

Cada vez pinta menos este pobre hombre

Maniatado por la Ia izquierda

Pepino Mamón

Anuncia más restricciones

Me inspira bastante asquito

Este mediocre

Soplapollas

Hábil fajador

Diseñado

Para durar en el carguico

Un tiñalpa espabilado

Toda la vida viviendo del cuento

Mañana regreso al CN

Ante todo

Mucha calma

Sopesando pros y contras

De cada instante

Que son muchos (Tp=5,4 x 10^-44)

E pensare che da bambino

Ero un sacco di complessi !

NAVIDAD 2021

Tos

Ojos infectados

Navidad

La Noche Buena

Con la Sagrada Familia

Adorable

Suddenly

The ass boil

Tiene que ser el alma de la fiesta

Las 24 horas del día

Donde aterriza

Sólo se oirá su voz

Su risa histérica

Sus absurdas y patéticas historias

Sólo vuelve la felicidad

Cuando se larga

Y sin noticias de Gurb

Ni Felices Fiestas

Ni Hostias

Menudo personaje

Los contagios son escalofriantes

En Francia más de cien mil

En un solo día

Afortunadamente sin apenas muertes

Me tomo un mágico

Antitusivo

DER HURENSOHN

Elhijoputa

Vuelve a amargarnos

La Navidad

La Vida

La Ilusión

El aire que respiramos

Eres un excremento

Un vómito

Una pesadilla

Que nunca se acaba

Un monstruo

Un invento de Satanás

Que no se puede

Exterminar

Eres

Peor que un virus

Eres

Un hijoputa

ICH GLAUBE NICHT, DASS ICH WIEDERKOMMEN WERDE

No para de toser

Catarro, alergia... Chi lo sá!

El HP (Horse Power) nos obliga

A llevar mascarillas por la calle

De nuevo

El rebaño acepta gustoso

Reviso mi apretada agenda:

-Recoger cesta navideña

-Compra en el colmado

-Llamadas telefónicas

-Ducha

-Cena

-Escribo

-Tengo sueño

-Αποδέχομαι την αξιολύπητη μοναξιά μου

-Lagunas de memoria

-Avanza la locura

-η θλίψη προχωρά

Un legionario viene de casa

Cagao, meao y llorao

Y jamás se queja

En público

En este cuaderno

De Bitácora

Todo está permitido

Si pudiera dormir

Sin soñar

 

MASSOSEIN