Ese es el famoso cementerio de tacuarembó? gracias, desconocía el lugar y su puerta. Dicen que ahí hay unas esculturas de la puta madre. Hace años tuve que hacer un trabajo de investigación sobre el comportamiento de la gente en los velatorios actuales. Y me acuerdo que el estudio de la creación artística en los cementerios, me quedó como punto para futuras investigaciones. Tacuarembó queda lejos. Saludillos.
A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now ? with loves, and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died which seems so unfair and I wantr to crv You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but Im well-read, have heard them said a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more) if you must write prose/poems the words you use should be your own dont plagiarise or take "on loans" there's alweays someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall You say: "ere long done do does did " words which could only be your own you then produce the text from whence was ripped (some dizzy whore, 1804) A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine ["Cemetery Gates" - The Smiths]
Toda esa joyita de canción es un argumento muy sólido para amar esa foto y para agradecerte el título. Hasta la próxima no-victoria, hughe sister!
Como te digo siempre y no por trillado menos cierto: "It's like rai-aiiiin... But fife has a funny way of sneaking up on you Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out, helping you out"
Cementery Gates (a pedido de Gera). Tacuarembó, Abril '07
Ese es el famoso cementerio de tacuarembó? gracias, desconocía el lugar y su puerta. Dicen que ahí hay unas esculturas de la puta madre. Hace años tuve que hacer un trabajo de investigación sobre el comportamiento de la gente en los velatorios actuales. Y me acuerdo que el estudio de la creación artística en los cementerios, me quedó como punto para futuras investigaciones. Tacuarembó queda lejos.
ResponderEliminarSaludillos.
A dreaded sunny day
ResponderEliminarso I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now ?
with loves, and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived and then they died
which seems so unfair
and I wantr to crv
You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but Im well-read, have heard them said
a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
if you must write prose/poems
the words you use should be your own
dont plagiarise or take "on loans"
there's alweays someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs
when you fall
You say: "ere long done do does did "
words which could only be your own
you then produce the text
from whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore, 1804)
A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're wanted
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
but you lose
because Wilde is on mine
["Cemetery Gates" - The Smiths]
Toda esa joyita de canción es un argumento muy sólido para amar esa foto y para agradecerte el título.
Hasta la próxima no-victoria, hughe sister!
(para el post de arriba)
ResponderEliminarComo te digo siempre y no por trillado menos cierto:
"It's like rai-aiiiin...
But fife has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out, helping you out"
bien en el fondo, ¿no?
abrazo.
Life.
ResponderEliminargracias miles
ResponderEliminarcuando alanis se vuelve una forma de vida