En otras palabras

Tú eras la 'i' de todos mis diccionarios.

...inabarcable, inabordable, inacabable, inaccesible, inagotable, inalcanzable, inamovible, inapreciable, inasequible, incalculable, incalificable, incandescente, incansable, inclasificable, incomparable, inconformista, inconfundible, inconmensurable, incontable, incontenible, incontestable, incontrolable, incorregible, incorruptible, incuestionable, indefectible, indefinible, indescriptible, indestructible, indiscutible, inexorable...

Y luego todas esas otras letras que te hicieron invisible.

La noche más larga

...sé que no hay nada imposible, sino seres incapaces...

Wake me up

Feeling my way through the darkness

Guided by a beating heart

I don't know where the journey will end

But I know where to start

Hey tell me I'm too young to understand

They say I'm caught up in a dream

My life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes

Well it's fine by me

So wake me up when it's all over

When I'm wiser and I'm older

All this time I was finding myself

And I didn't know I was lost

I tried carrying the weight of the world

But I only have two hands

I hope I get the chance to travel the world

I don't have any plans

Wish that I could stay forever this young

Not afraid to close my eyes

Life's a game made for everyone

And love is the prize

So wake me up when it's all over

When I'm wiser and I'm older

All this time I was finding myself

And I didn't know I was lost

*/ No sé cómo quitarme esta canción de la cabeza...

#DramaMadrid 2020

Se ha criticado muy duramente la actuación de la Excelentísima Alcaldesa de Madriz, Doña Ana Botella, por su escaso dominio del inglés durante la presentación de la candidatura olímpica de Madrid 2020 esta tarde en Buenos Aires. Por ello, con el objetivo de salvaguardar el pundonor de nuestra adorada y democráticamente electa alcaldesa, me he tomado la molestia de transcribir su discurso. De esta manera podréis comprobar que no se expresa en un lametable inglés, sino en un perfecto botello, similar al alto valyrio (que sólo unos cuántos especialistas hemos sabido apreciar). A continuación os adjunto el citado vídeo y su transcripción. Música para oídos refinados.

Zankiu Innacio, president Rogue, diar aiesi memberrrs, leidisan yenteltman:

Aijaf detains tuespík tu meni ofyu inai praivit converséisions an olso in a presentéisions in San Peterrsbun an inLosan aaimaset ailaiktu continiu ar frenship ánfrànckli ai don güón distuviar las cheins tuespik tuichoder, so letmi telyu e litel morrr abot mai biutiful jom táun: Madrit.

Madritis güanof de moust confortabel, charmin an invaitin siti in de worrlt. Yast laik olofespeins, Madrid is an ameisin mitcher of tradisions. Yucan sii, fiil an teist de güonder ofispanish colchor in Madrid parks, its fut, its arts an its arquitecter. Perjaps, dousofyu jujaf visitin Madrid sheerr disfilin. Güi jafbin güorkin jarrrrt for meni yiers, so ar guest, olmost eit milion ichier, fiiil at jooum an moust importantli: Madrid ist FAAAN.

The Olimpics Gueims aar not only a selebreision ofespoort. Dei arr olso a selebreision of laif an aieshur dat nou güan selebreit laif laik espanish pipeldú. Deris nacin laik qüait que relaxin cap of café con leche in Plaza Mayor? Or eqüein romantic díner in el Madrid de los Austrias, dioldest part of Madrí? Dis espírienses an soomach morrr ar de jart an soul of Madrit. So léitatudey güen yuar considerin yuarchois for tuentituenti, ai joup you rimember dan, inadishion tu de best prepert plan, Madrí olso ofersyu esiri fulof colcher, fan an welcomin pipel.

De mayic of Madrí is riiiel an güigüontu sher it güiz ol ofyu.

*/ Spain is different y olé!

Neil Hilborn - OCD

The first time I saw her...
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her...
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times or if it was Wednesday.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked
when she talked
when she talked
when she talked
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was
just making her late for work...
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking...
When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line.
She told me that I was taking up too much of her time.
Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touched her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t – I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out…
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.

*/ A veces hay virales así de chulos rodando por el mundo!!! ^^

Hear me ROAR!

...You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, your hear that sound
Like thunder, gonna shake your ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

I got the eye of the tiger, the fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR</>
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar...

*/ A rugir, mis leones, que el combate acaba de empezar...

Same love

*/ Amén, hermano...

Héroes

...Para quien seca sus lágrimas sin darse por vencido,
si a pesar de la fatiga sigue su camino,
Para quien lucha, para quien sigue vivo,
Buscando un sentido, los mayores héroes son desconocidos...

(...)

 ...La herida no es mortal y debe buscar la salida,
Lucha aunque se siente en paz tan solo cuando está dormida...

*/ Nada más que añadir...

Carried away

*/ Qué maravilloso es este vídeo, QUÉ MARAVILLOSO!!!! xD

Red hands

...That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand
That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand
The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man
That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand...

He invertido mi no-siesta en descubrir esta super canción de Walk off the Earth! Disfrutadla!

*/ Reactualizo, porque no se puede hacer un versión mejor del Somebody that I used to know, que la de estos chicos!!! GRANDES!!!

 

Smile

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may be ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile

Mi coco

...nadie le ha explicado que no existe explicación

y tiene tantas dudas.

Y cómo le podría yo explicar

que la pena dura tanto

como quieras tú seguir llorando,

y aunque tú revises tu interior

siempre queda algo que

te dice que esto es para largo.

Aunque no lo tengas claro

y quieras escapar...

*/ Ante la desesperación: musiquita!!!

Abre los ojos

- ¿Qué tal?

+ ¿Qué tal? Ahora mismo estás interpretando pero no sé el qué. Tu boca me sonríe, pero los ojos te tiemblan.

- ¡Qué dices...!

+ La verdad es que eres muy buena. Actriz, quiero decir.

- Te he preguntado cómo estás, si no quieres no me contestes.

+ Pues estoy vivo, ¿cómo quieres que esté? Y cansado... cansado de esperar a que me llamaras aunque sólo fuera para decirme: "joder tío, qué putada lo que te ha pasado, ¿no?"

- He estado muy ocupada

+ ¡No me jodas!

- Tenía miedo de que te sintieras incómodo si te llamaba.

+ No. Tenías miedo de que tú te sintieras incómoda. Tenías miedo de no poder mirarme a la cara. Como ahora.

(Abre los ojos, Mateo Gil - Alejandro Amenábar)

*/ Cuando hace falta todos encontramos una justificación para acallar nuestra mala conciencia.

It's not my fault I'm happy

...It's not right, it's not right

How am I the only one who sees us fight?

What are we? Who are they?

Who says those bastards don't deserve to pay?

Well it's the numbers, it's the numbers, we don't stand a chance

So long you stay around, you’re just another song and dance

It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair

Still I'm the only one who seems to care...

*/ Cómo me gusta Passion Pit :D

Locked out of heaven

*/ Oh yeah yeah... UH!

Chasing Cars

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world?

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Resiliente

resiliencia.

1. f. Psicol. Capacidad humana de asumir con flexibilidad situaciones límite y sobreponerse a ellas.

2. f. Mec. Capacidad de un material elástico para absorber y almacenar energía de deformación.

*/ A veces la resiliencia es la única opción. Hagamos caso a la Rae...

Tus amigos

*/ Me estoy riendo como una loca xD

Eddard

- Robb no es más que un niño -dijo Ned, conmocionado.

- Un niño con un ejército -replicó Varys-. Pero, como bien decís, sólo un niño. Los hermanos del rey son los que quitan el sueño a Cersei, sobre todo Lord Stannis. Es él quien tiene derecho al trono, sus proezas como comandante en el campo de batalla son de todos conocidas, y no conoce la piedad. No hay criatura en la tierra tan aterradora como un hombre justo. 

(Juego de Tronos, George R.R. Martin)

Festival de las linternas

*/ Molaría, ¿eh?