Step in the fire of this fatal attraction
The oportunity comes once in a lifetime
Communication through a parallel dimension
Yeah feel the power of the blasted empire
Imagination
Revolution
Creation
Explosion
Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing steps on and off the pavement, to bowl a hoop, to throw something up in the air and catch it again, or to stand still and laugh at - nothing - at nothing, simply.
What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss! - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe? ...
Oh, is there no way you can express it without being "drunk and disorderly"? How idiotic civilisation is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?
...
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
....
You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
...
And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
Shes making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbors house
Now shes starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard
Chorus
She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isnt sure where shes gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what shes done
And she was
And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
Shes moving out in all directions
Chorus
Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)
I don't miss where i came from
But each night i dream about being back home
When i wake up in the morning
I'm too tired
And tired of being alone
So i get up and go downtown
And pick me out a little piece of ground
Where i can prove something to the world
I can prove something to the world
Vamos con la segunda entrega.
stray
a adj
1 (=errant)
[bullet] perdido
[sheep] descarriado
[cow, dog] extraviado
a stray cat (=lost) un gato extraviado (=alley cat) un gato callejero
2 (=isolated, occasional) aislado
in a few stray cases en algunos casos aislados
a few stray cars algún que otro coche
a few stray thoughts unos cuantos pensamientos inconexos
b n
1 (=animal) animal m extraviado
(=child) niño(-a) m/f sin hogar, niño(-a) m/f desamparado(-a)
2 strays (Rad) parásitos mpl
c vi
1 [animal] (=roam) extraviarse
(=get lost) perderse, extraviarse
if the gate is left open the cattle stray si se deja abierta la puerta las vacas se escapan
2 (=wander)
[person] vagar, ir sin rumbo fijo
[speaker, thoughts] desvariar
to stray from (also fig) apartarse de
we had strayed two kilometres from the path nos habíamos desviado dos kilómetros del camino
they strayed into the enemy camp erraron el camino y se encontraron en el campamento enemigo
my thoughts strayed to the holidays empecé a pensar en las vacaciones
No pretendamos que las cosas cambien si seguimos haciendo lo mismo.
La crisis es la mejor bendición que puede sucederle a personas y países porque la crisis trae progresos.
La creatividad nace de la angustia como el día nace de la noche oscura. Es en la crisis que nace la inventiva, los descubrimientos y las grandes estrategias. Quien supera la crisis se supera a sí mismo sin quedar 'superado'. Quien atribuye a la crisis sus fracasos y penurias violenta su propio talento y respeta más a los problemas que a las soluciones.La verdadera crisis es la crisis de la incompetencia. El inconveniente de las personas y los países es la pereza para encontrar las salidas y soluciones. Sin crisis no hay desafíos, sin desafíos la vida es una rutina, una lenta agonía. Sin crisis no hay méritos. Es en la crisis donde aflora lo mejor de cada uno, porque sin crisis todo viento es caricia. Hablar de crisis es promoverla, y callar en la crisis es exaltar el conformismo. En vez de esto trabajemos duro. Acabemos de una vez con la única crisis amenazadora que es la tragedia de no querer luchar por superarla.
Tu gitana que adevinhas
me lo digas pues no lo se
si saldré desta aventura
o si nela moriré.
O si nela perco la vida,
o si nela triunfaré,
Tu gitana que adevinhas
me lo digas pues no lo se.
Tú, gitana que adivinas
dímelo, pues no lo sé
si saldré de esta aventura
o si en ella moriré.
O si en ella pierdo la vida,
o sin en ella triunfaré
Tú, gitana que adivinas
dímelo, pues no lo sé.
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no
And, feelin' good was easy, Oh, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
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