29 de febrero de 2012

- Oh... You're getting married! It's so romantic... Like that movie, Inception, when Leo loves his wife so much but then she gets mad and moves to that weird city where there's like no people and earthquakes all the time, then he ends up in Snow Mountain and falls in love with Juno...
- Oh jelly bean, you didn't understand that movie at all, didn't you?
- No, but I cried so hard at the end...

Laurie & Ellie,
Cougar Town.

27 de febrero de 2012

- If I were your wife, I'd put poison in your coffe.
- If you were my wife, I would drink it!

Nancy Astor & Winston Churchill

24 de febrero de 2012

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So, when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need, that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way, reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need, that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Somebody, I used to know
Somebody, now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody, I used to know
Somebody, now you're just somebody that I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody...


Somebody That I Used To Know,
Gotye.

23 de febrero de 2012

Quand on veut un mouton, c'est la preuve qu'on existe.

Le Petit Prince,
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

20 de febrero de 2012

Nosotros nos tenemos que joder, corazón,
Por locos, por ingenuos, por prestar el carné,
Por negociar las reglas de la revolución,
Por cobrar en "paga Dios" cuando Dios quiebra.

Nosotros nos tenemos que matar, corazón,
Por necios, porque sí, por aprender a perder,
Por no llevar campera cuando afuera cambió,
Por tararear la canción con la que nos entierran.

Nosotros nos tenemos que reír, corazón,
Por feos, por ilusos, por borrar el cassette,
Por desechar la caja junto con el manual,
Por no aprender a bailar y por quemar el mantel.

Nosotros nos tenemos que extinguir, corazón,
Por freaks, por desclasados, por firmar sin leer,
Por ver que está vencido siempre por la mitad,
Y por salir a comprar justo cuando hay que vender.

Nosotros nos tenemos que olvidar, corazón,
Por vagos, por hablar hasta enfriar el café, 
Por explicar mil veces lo que ya no es así,
Por implantarnos un chip y por tratarlos de usted.

Nosotros nos tenemos que callar, corazón,
Por pobres, por contar ovejas para dormir,
Por levantar el tubo a la primer soledad, 
Por recortar y pegar, caras de la Para Tí.

Nosotros nos tenemos que esconder, corazón,
Por lentos, por enfermos, por matar al rehén,
Por tropezar mil veces con el mismo escalón,
Por no prestar atención cuando anunciaban el tren.

Nosotros nos tenemos que comer el garrón,
Por raros, por boludos, por soñar y apostar,
Por entender la moda cuando ya terminó,
Por insolventes y por buscar la otra mitad.

Nosotros nos tenemos que rendir, corazón,
Por obses, por insomnes, por volcar el Fernet,
Por dar vergüenza ajena, por contar el final,
Y por quererle sacar fotos al atardecer.

Nosotros nos tenemos que inmolar, corazón,
Por pocos, por apatrias, por hablarle al reloj,
Por ser esclavos de lo que se pudo decir,
Por no animarse a aplaudir cuando aterriza el avión.

Nosotros nos tenemos que fundir, corazón,
Por hippies, por cornudos, por pagar alquiler,
Por no aprender a registrar las putas ideas,
Por empezar las peleas y por morirnos de pie.

Nosotros nos tenemos que entregar, corazón,
Por extras, por quemados, por cambiar el pasado,
Por caminar en círculos desde el primer paso,
Por asustar al payaso y por seguir el papel.



Me Dejó Hablando Solo,
Zambayonny.

12 de febrero de 2012

Soy fan de tí, de tu manera de vestir,
de cada gramo de tu maquillaje,
soy fan de verte presumir.

Soy fan de tí, de tus medidas de maniquí,
de imaginarte en un escaparate,
de que te dejes seducir.

No me dejas que de mi opinión, eso a tí no te importa.
Por tantas razones soy fan, no lo puedo evitar…

Porque sí… porque te pones tan presumida,
es que me vas a arruinar la vida.
Y que sí.. lo digo yo, siempre me matan las despedidas,
tan solo soy un espectador…

Soy fan de tí, de tus vestidos carmesí,
de tus excesos de equipaje,
de que te arregles para mí.

Soy fan de tí, de tus maneras de Brigitte.
Eres un animal salvaje,
es lo que dicen por ahí…

No me dejas que de mi opinión, eso a tí no te importa.
Por tantas razones soy fan no lo puedo evitar…

Porque sí… cuando te pones tan presumida
es que me vas a arruinar la vida.
Y que sí.. lo digo yo, siempre me matan las despedidas
sin desnudarme en tu probador…

Porque sí…
haremos todo lo que me pidas,
tan solo soy un espectador…


Soy fan de tí
Sidecars

9 de febrero de 2012

What is love? Shakespeare tells us that love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. I'm only ten and have yet to experience great love so I've chose to write about the only love I'm familiar with: the love my parents share. It's not a new love filled with burning passion, my sister says they don't even French kiss anymore, but it's the little things I see them do for each other that tells me what love is. Like in the car when my mom puts her hand on the back of my dad's neck and massages it, or when my dad warms up my mom's car and scrape the ice of the windshield on cold mornings and how they've launch to communicate with each other using their own special language. It's true we don't have a lot of money but I like to think even if we did, my parents will still be at home hanging out, of course in a much nicer house with a jacuzzi soaking tub. If you ask people what they think of the greatest love stories they'll say Romeo and Juliet or Hermione and Ron Weasley and those are fine, but if you ask me, great love stories can be small like my mom and dad's.

Brick Heck,
The Middle.

7 de febrero de 2012

If the girl's into you, she's sleeping with you and if after a month or two months at the very upside she's not sleeping with you... She doesn't like you. The trick is to spot this girl early. You don't want to waste one to seven weeks waiting to find out that it's never going to happen. So... I've came up with some signs about how to spot this girl. 
A girl will never sleep with you if she calls you "cuddly" or "dependable", if she pops a zit in front of you, if her name is Amber or Christine, if she takes a dump in your bathroom or if she takes home leftovers on dates one, two or three.
I know it's not scientific, but I'm just saying you were warned.


Interviewed man,
He's Just Not That Into You.

6 de febrero de 2012

The poncho by itself is fine. The poncho, plus the flute, plus the stupid dance... My son will die a virgin!

Gloria,
Modern Family.

4 de febrero de 2012

Batman doesn't get picked on and he wears a cape. A poncho is just a cape that goes all the way around.

Gloria,
Modern Family