tragicomedia

Dice Beningni q lo mejor q el ser humano puede hacer es enamorarse,...,no puedo dormir por su culpa..."guapísima,guapísima,guapísima" -le susurraba el hombre este a Nicoletta Braschi, su esposa, al llegar ella también a una entrevista concedida por 15 minutos- .

Por lo tanto(no creo q alguien lea esto)...si no experimentas lo mejor q el ser humano puede experimentar, eso "tan puro,tan feroz" , no les recomiendo ir al cine solos y ver "el Tigre y la Nieve".



version en español : http://www.fox.es/trailers/el_tigre_y_la_nieve-11016/162/

OBSTACLE 1

wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips

We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm

We can top the old lines make playing that nothing else will change

Well she can read she can read she can read she can read She’s bad

She can read she can read she can read She’s bad, Oh, She’s bad

But it’s different now that I’m poor and aging,

I’ll never see this face again

You’ll go stabbing yourself in the neck

We could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm

We could top the old times clay-making that nothing else will change

But she can read she can read she can read she can read She’s bad

She can read she can read she can read She’s bad, Oh, She’s bad

It’s different now that I’m poor and aging

I’ll never see this place again

You’ll go stabbing yourself in the neck

But it’s different now that I’m poor and aging,

I’ll never see this place again

You’ll go stabbing yourself in the neckIt’s in the way that she poses

It’s in the things that she puts in my hair

Her stories are boring and stuff

She’s always calling my bluff

She puts, she puts the weights into my little heart

And she gets in my room and she takes it apart

She puts the weights into my little heart

I say she puts the weights into my little heart.

She packs it away [7x]

It’s in the way that she was

Her heaven is never enough

She puts the weights in my heart

She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart

7.0 º

...chaji tirémonos en el piso...quieres fotos?, splash! splash! ... chaji ,el piso se mueve?...chaji,todo se mueve! ..chaji, tú te mueves! ...un temblor más! ... ... ... ... ... oh no! no parece un temblor más...gritan mi nombre, un momento ... vamos! vamos! ... mi primo grita y llora, mi primo es autista y el se tira al piso ... oh no!..mi casa es tan vieja , qué? ... me dices mamá, q mi casa no tiene columnas? ... tranquila mamá ahorita se pasa...chaji! chaji! ven pa cá! y otra vez se intesifica... la pista, el lugar exacto donde me caí la única vez de mi bicicleta...relámpago! ..las luces se van y se vienen..chaji! ven pa cá! ...se va lentamente, ya se está yendo, tranquila, mamá, no ha pasado nada...tomemos agüita de manzana y veamos los simpsons , q los noticieros solo asustan más ... venderan chocolates?... chají ven pa cá ... hoy día te bañé...y te puedo abrazar ...personas..en cuántas personas pienso en este momento...no puedo llamar,...,el día más emocionante de mis vacaciones de invierno ... busquemos alcohol?...no,hoy no...la gente no entra a sus casas...llamas tú, "a veces me llega q no me entiendas las cosas en una" ... eso dijo él ... y se aumenta más mi agotamiento...o es q seré yo muy engreída...y en realidad mi frase de "dame amor" es algo más q palabras? ... y es por eso q ando así desde algún buen tiempo, sonries tan inseguro a veces , q sé q te das cuenta q me estoy yendo...y a mi, a mi se me agota todo...pero soy inquietantemente feliz, imaginando seres imaginarios , llenos de magia y cualquier cosa mucho más entretenida q apreciada rutina...pero tan dificil es irme, no lo entiendo...otra vez terminarás yéndote tú? ... tengo un hada q siempre vuela junto a mi, me da todo lo siempre creí necesitar, sus ojos extraños me dicen todo lo q siempre quise escuchar... sus manos escuchan a mis poros q transpiran más, su boca huele la poca ternura q le puede quedar a mi mirar,...,tan utopica es mi hada, q me da miedo hacerle caso a lo q me susurra a veces entre mi somnilencia...tengo una muñeca malvada que jamás sabré muy bien lo que piensa, me escupé el corazón y me hace creer q la vida es mejor sin mis estúpidas emociones , sé q me quiere asesinar, quiero embrigarla y yo asesinarla a ella...para continuar mi tradición de autodestrucción y destrucción masiva...tengo un lirio marchito, q cuando vivia perfumaba mi cuarto y mis manos, me culpa de su agonia ... sus pétalos blanco rosados me miran como si nunca hubiera deseado q yo los comprara...tengo sueño, muchos sueño y creo q ya estoy empezando a hablar huevadas...

It's funny how I find myself in love with you

If I could buy my reasoning I'd pay to lose

One half won't doI've asked myself

How much do you commit yourself?

It's my life

Don't you forget

It's my life

It never ends

Funny how I blind myself

I never knew

If I was sometimes played upon

Afraid to lose

I'd tell myself what good do you do

Convince myself

It's my life

Don't you forget

It's my life

It never ends

I've asked myself

How much do you commit yourself?

It's my life

Don't you forget

Caught in the crowd

It never endsIt's my life

Don't you forgetCaught in the crowd

It never endsIt's my life (it's my life)

Don't you forget (don't you forget)

Caught in the crowd (caught in the crowd)

It never ends (it never ends)

SIMPLE KIND OF LIFE

For a long time I was in love

Not only in love, I was obsessed

With a friendship that no one else

could touchIt didn't work out,

I'm covered in shells

And all I wanted was the simple things

A simple kind of lifeAnd all

I needed was a simple man

So I could be a wife

I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean

I don't know how it got to this point

I always was the one with all the love

You came along, I'm hunting you down

Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight

And all I wanted was the simple things

A simple kind of life

If we met tomorrow for the very first time

Would it start all over again?

Would I try to make you mine?

I always thought I'd be a mom

Sometimes I wish for a mistake

The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get

You seem like you'd be a good dad

Now all those simple things are

simply too complicated for my life

How'd I get so faithful to my freedom?

A selfish kind of life

When all I ever wanted was the simple things

A simple kind of life

ultrabeba_TURBOPOTAMOS

I'm so happy when you dance round 'n round
the tree just like when we were 3 years old
and it scares me too cause your comin home
too late, baby if you wanna take the pain
away if you want some tea baby just a
plea alone when you dance I'm a little
airplane dance if you want and dance
with me just like you see my love you did
it so mean -found you little one- I pray
that you wont be long but you belong
with me: beat me, my body gonna take you away

ULTRA BEBA
como ves es por tu culpa
inconsciente me has abandonado
ahora sabrá todo el mundo
me diste un trago envenenado
y ahora voy armado como un súper héroe

Te sonrío cuando bailas como sombras en
la noche sólo para mí, hacen ruido tus
caballos en los árboles y me asustan los
fantasmas que vienen contigo...hace frío
alguien te avisó que estaba a punto de
esconderte en la torre y tenerte
siempre para mí y vi tu pony llorar
y huir...ultra beba

3 lunares

oh I miss the kiss of treachery

the shameless kiss of vanity

the soft and the black and the velvety

up tight against the side of me

and mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in

thickening streams of greed

as bit by bit it starts the need to just

let go my party piece

oh I miss the kiss of treachery, the aching kiss

before I feed the stench of a love for a younger

meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts

in deep the holding up on bended knees

the addiction of duplicities

as bit by bit it starts the need to just

let go my party piece

but I never said I would stay to the end

so I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency

screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy

screaming me over and over and over

I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery

stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery

songs about happiness murmured in dreams

when we both us knew how the ending would be...

so it's all come back round to breaking apart again

breking apart like I'm made up of glass again

making it up behind my back again

holding my breath for the fear of sleep again

holding it up behind my head again

ut in deep to the heart of the bone again

round and round and round and it's coming apart again

over and over and over

now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces

I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone

crying for sympathy

crocodile cry for the love of the croad

and the three cheers from everyone dropping through sky,

through the glass of the roof

through the roof of your mouth

through the mouth of your eye

through the eye of the leedle

it's easier for me to get closer to heaven

than ever feel whole again

I never said I would stay to the end

I knew I would leave you with babies and everything

screaming like this in the hole of sincerity

screaming me over and over and over

I leave you with photographs pictues of trickery

stains on the carpet and stains on the memory

ongs about happiness murmured in dreams

when we both of us knew how the end always is...

how the end always is...