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RETRATOS
A decir verdad, antes no me llamaban tanto la atención los retratos, sin embargo, de un tiempo a esta parte, me vienen interesando más, y ya que me gusta buscar fotografías de los actores y los cantantes de los doramas(dramas asiáticos), aquí os dejo algunos retratos:
Secuoyas, un fotomontaje gigantesco
http://www.nationalgeographic.com.es/2009/10/29/secuoyas_fotomontaje_gigantesco.html
MICHAEL NICHOLS, NG. MOSAICO COMPUESTO POR 84 IMÁGENES.
ASISTENCIA TÉCNICA: KEN GEIGER, NG; NATHAN WILLIAMSON; WALTER BOGGS, DAVID MATHEWS Y KENJI YAMAGUCHI, NG; JIM C. SPICKLER; GIACOMO RENZULLO; MARTY REED, STEVE SILLETT Y MARIE ANTOINE, UNIVERSIDAD ESTATAL HUMBOLDT
COPYRIGHT © 2009 NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC SOCIETY
you will be in my heart
Why can't they understandThe way we feel?
They just don't trust
What they can't explain.
I know we're different but,
Deep inside us,
We're not that different at all.
And you'll be in my heart.
Yes, you'll be in my heart.
From this day on,
Now and forever more.
Some days, feels my soul has left my body
Feel I'm floating high above me
Like I'm looking down upon me
Start sinking, everytime I get to thinking
It's easier to keep on moving
Never stop to let the truth in
Sometimes I feel like it's all been done
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one
Sometimes I wanna change everything I've ever done
Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run
And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don't wanna know
And I'm the first to admit it
Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe
I feel like a thief who has no faith
Maybe more than by the grade
Of the drugs you took that day
Sinking in the pain he's been inflicting
Yet he's feeling like the victim
Just a horoscope's to blame
Sometimes I feel like a little lost child
Sometimes I feel like the chosen one
Sometimes I wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born
And if I stop for a minute
I think about things really I don't wanna know
And I'm the first to admit it
Without you I'm child and so wherever you go
I will follow
(rap)
One... yeah...
And baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles
You held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls
You know me, I gave you more than you can handle
But you still keep a handle on it, even when I take something beautiful and vandal on it
No more females? Well how come my emails got notes on a scandal
It's like Eve with the apple,
A priest in the chapel
Overcome by the devil's tackle
I'm still shackling the bad til I know
And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don't wanna know
So I guess I'm just a fiend
Consumed by the scene
And I'm the first to admit it
Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe
The stage and the screens
Where it's just me and Keane...
Feel I'm floating high above me
Like I'm looking down upon me
Start sinking, everytime I get to thinking
It's easier to keep on moving
Never stop to let the truth in
Sometimes I feel like it's all been done
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one
Sometimes I wanna change everything I've ever done
Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run
And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don't wanna know
And I'm the first to admit it
Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe
I feel like a thief who has no faith
Maybe more than by the grade
Of the drugs you took that day
Sinking in the pain he's been inflicting
Yet he's feeling like the victim
Just a horoscope's to blame
Sometimes I feel like a little lost child
Sometimes I feel like the chosen one
Sometimes I wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born
And if I stop for a minute
I think about things really I don't wanna know
And I'm the first to admit it
Without you I'm child and so wherever you go
I will follow
(rap)
One... yeah...
And baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles
You held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls
You know me, I gave you more than you can handle
But you still keep a handle on it, even when I take something beautiful and vandal on it
No more females? Well how come my emails got notes on a scandal
It's like Eve with the apple,
A priest in the chapel
Overcome by the devil's tackle
I'm still shackling the bad til I know
And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don't wanna know
So I guess I'm just a fiend
Consumed by the scene
And I'm the first to admit it
Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe
The stage and the screens
Where it's just me and Keane...
UN UNIVERSO INFINITO
Qué voy a hacer?
Qué voy a hacer?
era un día gris
y escuchó su voz
Qué voy a hacer?
Aquí quieta,
ojos llorosos,
llueve.
Tus pasos envueltos
en el hálito frío de la mañana,
tan dulce y resplandeciente
que su mente se nubla.
Qué debo hacer?
Esperó por ti
y su cuerpo enraizó
allí donde sus pies
tocaban el suelo,
esperando por ti.
Incierto héroe de cuentos
historias y estrofas
de bonitas canciones.
Qué debo hacer?
Aquí y sin ti.
PÚAS
A pesar de todo, seguía provocándome , como un perro demasiado estúpido para evitar a un puercoespín. Me mordía y se marchaba con la cara llena de púas. Y cada vez que nos separábamos, nos odiábamos un poco más el uno al otro.
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