“La única gente que me interesa es la 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"
(Jean-Louis Kerouac)
Conozco el miedo pero la PASIÓN me hace valiente…siempre… VIVIR CON
PASIÓN
Para este lunes de abril con solecito,
escucha esa canción que hace que sonrías y te pongas las pilas porque… vencido
el lunes, vencida la semana ¡¡Allá vamos!!
Esta mañana, Pompeii de Bastille, déjate
llevar…¡¡¡Sube
los altavoces y canta!!!...es para ti…¡¡gracias por regalármela Gon!!
Pompeii
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose is the dust settled around us
In your pose is the dust settled around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Gray clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
In the city that we love
Gray clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Gray clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
In the city that we love
Gray clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
