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Quisiera tener varias sonrisas...

Quisiera tener varias sonrisas de recambio y un vasto repertorio de modos de expresarme. O bien con la palabra, o bien con la manera, buscar el hábil gesto que pudiera escudarme... Y al igual que en el gesto buscar en la mentira diferentes disfraces, bien vestir el engaño; y poder, sin conciencia, ir haciendo a las gentes, con sutil maniobra, la caricia del daño. Yo quisiera ¡y no puedo! ser como son los otros, los que pueblan el mundo y se llaman humanos: siempre el beso en el labio, ocultando los hechos y al final... el lavarse tan tranquilos las manos [Lluvias enlazadas, 1939] Concha Méndez Cuesta

Supreme

Oh it seemed forever stopped today All the lonely hearts in London Caught a plane and flew away The best women are married The handsome men are gay You feel deprived Yeah are you questioning your size? Is there a tumour in your humour Are there bags under your eyes? Do you leave dents where you sit Are you getting on a bit? Will you survive You must survive When there's no love in town This new century is bringing you down All the places you have been Trying to find a love supreme A love supreme Oh what are you really looking for? Another partner in your life to abuse and to adore? Is it lovey dovey stuff Do you need a bit of rough? Get on your knees Yeah turn down the love songs that you hear Cause you can't avoid the sentiment That echoes in your ear Saying love will stop the pain Saying love will kill the fear Do you believe You must believe I spy with my little eye  Something beginning with (ah)  Got my back up  And now she's scream

Feel

[Verse 1] Come and hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This role I've been given I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at my plans My head speaks a language I don't understand [Chorus] I just wanna feel Real love feel the home that I live in Cos I got too much life Running through my veins Going to waste [Verse 2] I don't wanna die But I ain't keen on living either Before I fall in love I'm preparing to leave her Scare myself to death That's why I keep on running Before I've arrived I can see myself coming [Chorus] I just wanna feel Real love feel the home that I live in Cos I got too much life Running through my veins Going to waste And I need to feel Real love and the love ever after I can not get enough I just wanna feel Real love feel the home that I live in I got too much love Running through my veins To go to waste I just wanna feel Real love and the love ever after There's a

Trabajo como medio

¿Cómo diablos puede un ser humano disfrutar que un reloj de alarma lo despierte a las 05:30 a.m. para brincar de la cama, sentarse en el excusado, bañarse y vestirse, comer a la fuerza, cepillarse los dientes y cabello y encima luchar con el tráfico para llegar a un lugar en donde usted, esencialmente hace montañas de dinero para alguien más, y encima si le preguntan, debe mostrarse agradecido por tener la oportunidad de hacer eso? [Factotum, 1975] Charles Bukowski

La gente que me interesa

[...] Corrían calle abajo juntos, entendiéndolo todo del modo en que lo hacían aquellos primeros días, y que más tarde sería más triste y perceptivo y tenue. Pero entonces bailaban por las calles como peonzas enloquecidas, y yo vacilaba tras ellos como he estado haciendo toda mi vida mientras sigo a la gente que me interesa, porque la única gente que me interesa es la gente que está loca, la gente que está loca por vivir, loca por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo, la gente que nunca bosteza ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde como fabulosos cohetes amarillos explotando igual que arañas entre las estrellas y entonces se ve estallar una luz y todo el mundo suelta un «¡Ahhh!». [En el camino] Jack Kerouac

Freelove

[Verse 1:] If you've been hiding from love If you've been hiding from love I can understand where you're coming from I can understand where you're coming from If you've suffered enough If you've suffered enough I can understand what you're thinking of I can see the pain that you're frightened of And I'm only here To bring you free love Let's make it clear That this is free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free love I've been running like you I've been running like you Now you understand why I'm running scared Now you understand why I'm running scared I've been searching for truth I've been searching for truth And I haven't been getting anywhere No, I haven't been getting anywhere And I'm only here To bring you free love Let's make it clear That this is free love No hidden catch No strings attached Just free

Mr. Brightside

[Verse 1] I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab While he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head, but she's touching his [Pre-Chorus] Chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go I just can't look it's killing me And taking control [Chorus] Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes Cause I'm Mr. Brightside [Verse 2] I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this It was only a kiss, it was only