Beauty and the Beast

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Bella, no corras más.
Si la Bestia te lastima llama a tu angel,

a tu Dios.

Si la flama ya no arde

el viento es un amigo.

Y si la brisa te despeina,

corta tu pelo,

ya hay una Rapunzel.

¿Qué es lo que los mueve?

Tema controversial en la noche de un domingo. Hoy quisiera hablar de la necesidad masculina, de ese despertar hormonal que los obliga a practicar algún tipo de acto sexual. Experiencia me falta a montones, testimonios me sobran.

Hoy en día está de moda la venta de sexo, la prostitución. Publicidades tanto como propagandas se benefician de lo vistoso del cuerpo femenino y masculino para llamar la atención y vender o promocionar. Nada pasa desapercibido, eso seguro. Lamentablemente esta vorágine actual de imágenes que provocan, nos lleva como sociedad a la perdición individual. Y digo perdición porque se pierden los valores con los que nos educaron o intentan educar.

¿Cuál es la necesidad de pagar por sexo?

¿No hay siete mujeres por cada hombre?

Tienen tanta oferta, pero tanta demanda.

¿Por qué no recurren al sexo pago como último recurso?

¿No es acaso lo ideal y lo más romántico perder la virginidad con una compañera leal, segura, que los ame y que amen?

¿Por qué no esforzarse por conseguir eso?

Tal vez gasten más dinero en cenas, flores, chocolates, pero vale la pena, y conservan su dignidad.

Si no aceptan mi visión femenina, veamos el tema desde su perspectiva.

Durante siglos han proclamado su hombría a los cuatro vientos, se dicen capaces de poseer a la mujer que deseen. ¿Por qué no usan ese supuesto poder y consiguen una buena mujer, una a la que no haya que pagarle para que los acepte?

Les aseguro que abundan las buenas mujeres, es fácil encontrarlas, lo que no significa que sean fáciles. ¿No es excitante todo el camino previo a la relación sexual? ¿No vale más hacer el amor por primera, segunda, tercera o cualquiera sea la vez, con una mujer difícil, alguien que les haya impuesto condiciones, que no haya sido tarea sencilla conseguir, alcanzar? ¿Alguien delante de quien hayan tenido que demostrar sus habilidades en un sin fin de categorías? ¿Alguien de quien hayan tenido que ganarse el respeto y el amor? ¿No es acaso muchísimo más reconfortante saber que se entregan por completo a una mujer que los ama y valora verdaderamente? ¿A alguien a quien aman y saben que también se entrega por completo?

Mis fuentes lo confirman, es preferible hacer el amor a tener sexo.

No cometan ese error.

Como suelo decir, no caigan en la cultura de la mediocridad. ¡Sean distintos!

Podrían llegar a arrepentirse, como la mayoría de mis consultados.

Pensemos en la persona como en un proyecto. Cada proyecto surge de una idea y de un plan detallado y previamente determinado. Se debe considerar todo aspecto, si la idea pensada es mala o parcialmente débil, el resultado final tarde o temprano llegará a un fin brusco y orientado. Pero por supuesto, al comienzo, todo es iniciativa y emoción desbordante. Se le dedica esfuerzo, constancia y tiempo, tiempo que bien podría ser empleado en otras actividades. Cuando uno se hace con la idea o el proyecto, la autoestima aumenta, y esa autoestima y esa nueva "adquisición" generan otro tipo de sentimientos, sentimientos de arraigue más profundo, sentimientos que se relacionan con lo más primitivo del ser humano, valga la redundancia, la relación humana. A medida que crece y va dando sus frutos, que se ven reflejados en la actitud positiva y serena, se observa su desarrollo y desempeño y las consecuencias que trae aparejado. El proyecto marcha sobre ruedas, dirían. Cuando todo parece indicar crecimiento y prosperidad, nacen los conflictos y se enrieda el alma. Conflictos imbéciles que fácilmente podrían haber sido evitados si se hubiese postpuesto la puesta en común de los mismos. Si no se hubiesen postpuesto, el proyecto podría haber llegado a dos puertos; su desaparición total o el falso optimismo. Los problemas o conflictos irrumpen en el momento más inoportuno y nos derriban y sobrecargan. Se buscan soluciones, pero nada es factible. El proyecto se desmorona ante nuestros ojos, y finalmente todo fue una pérdida.

Like a Stone by Audioslave

On a cobweb afternoon .
In a room full of emptiness .

By a freeway I confess .

I was lost in the pages .

Of a book full of death .

Reading how we'll die .

Alone and if we're good we'll lay to rest .

Anywhere we want to go .

In your house I long to be .

Room by room patiently .

I'll wait for you there .

Like a stone I'll wait for you there .

Alone .

On my deathbed I will pray .

To the gods and the angels .

Like a pagan to anyone .

Who will take me to Heaven .

To a place I call .

I was there so long ago .

The sky was bruised .

The wine was bled .

And there you led me on .

In your house I long to be .

Room by room patiently .

I'll wait for you there .

Like a stone I'll wait for you there .

Alone .

And on I read .

Until the day was gone .

And I sat in regret .

Of all the things I've done .

For all that I've blessed .

And all that I've wronged .

In dreams until my death .

I will wander on .

I know I've made mistakes, we all make mistakes. Mistakes, those unavoidable actions that contradict your beliefs. I tried really hard to do well. And for some time I thought I had done it. But then everything got confusing and an important thing was gone. I used to say I would wait him forever. I used to say I would be buried with his memories. I used to say people never forget their first love. I was confused (I still am). People do necessarily forget, it's the way we survive each day when the sun goes down and we're alone with ourselves. When the sun goes down and you're alone with yourself, don't you feel alone ? Don't you bring the most painful memories back ? Don't you try hard to do well ? Don't you think of all those ways you've gone wrong or mistaken ? And when we finally fall asleep and tend to forget it all, don't you still dream of the worst ? We like hurting ourselves, it's a fact. We also like hurting others. Real apologies do not exist. Deep down we like hurting, it's the only way to survive. I loved you, I forgot you, I hurt you, I hurt myself, and I survived.

Sólo es cuestión de apreciar, de dar una oportunidad, sólo es cuestión de pensar, reflexionar, de dar y agradecer. Sólo se trata de observar y analizar la situación. Simple es, sin embargo, todo es confuso y soberbio. No te engañes, no te enriedes, es otra mentira, otro misterio por develar. Que las riendas del poder no te dominen. Que la fuerza de otros no te cohíba. Las edades no representan barreras, no son obstáculos, son puentes de intercambio. Abrite a la globalización, demostrá tu presencia. El mundo es tuyo, sólo basta con proponérselo.

No fue ...

Y no fue como lo había imaginado,

lo que se imagina no se vive,

queda en eso,

en imaginarse.

Las condiciones eran propicias,

el momento el adecuado,

pero por alguna causa extraña,

lo recelado sucedió y es preferible olvidarlo.

¿Qué es lo que me queda?

Tiempo perdido, recuerdos olvidados,

tu perfume en el aire,

tus labios en mis labios.

¿Qué es lo que me queda?

Un capítulo sin traductor,

no estás y no vale la pena sentir.

Y sin embargo te siento,

y es probable que te sienta como pocas veces he sentido.

Lo que quiero es dejar todo atrás,

una última conversación,

un último beso,

un último abrazo,

y un último no pronunciado "te amo".

Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable .

'Cause you couldn't be further away from the truth .

I could have another you in a minute .

Not actually .

I don't really want another you .

I want someone better .

I've got someone better .

And yes, probably we could've saved a love that night .

If we'd known what to say .

But both of us remained silence .

And silence shall be respected .

And not disturbed .

We both agreed on the fact that it was the best for us .

I mean , you weren't precisely a blue prince .
And you know I'm still expecting my multicolour-prince .

He might even be at my doorstep right know .

In fact, there's someone knocking on my door .

And that someone may bring Heaven to my soul .

Understand this for once and for all .

I don't hate you .

But I'd rather not see you again for good .

That's the way we were meant to be, apart .

So, this is my goodbye .

I hope you get yours .

And I really hope you get someone better than me .

Thanks for everything .

I know I wasn't perfect .

I wasn't your blue princess at all .

Negar a Asentir .

Aburrirse a Divertirse .

Correr a Afrontar .

Hacer el Mal a Hacer el Bien .

Odiar a Amar .

Evitar a Encontrar .

Perderse a Señalizar .

Despreciar a Sonreir .

Carecer a Pedir .

Maldecir a Alabar .

Dañar a Querer .

Excusar a Prometer .

Sustraer a Dar .

Esperar a Buscar .

Echar a Recibir .

Lastimar a Sanar .

Agredir a Agraciar .

Lo que es ser extraño y no tener pautas a seguir . Lo que es querer ir en contra de la corriente . Lo que es ser indiferente y ególatra . Lo que es la carencia de valores estables y acordes a una buena Moral . Lo que es no tener valor por lo espiritual . Lo que es no gozar del buen y puro Amor . Lo que es ser ciego e inmutable al afecto de los más cercanos . Lo que es errar el camino una y mil veces . Lo que es morir en vida .

Sólo una pregunta que seguramente no encuentre una solución ni hoy ni nunca , sí hipótesis que nunca han de ser corroboradas : ¿Por qué?

· Por querer cambiar la situación .

· Por ser lo más opuesto posible .

· Por brindar y suplir las carencias .

· Por pensar que nada es imposible .

· Por ser otro idiota .

Cantando una canción te vi por primera vez .
Olvidando un amor, te acercaste .
Sanando mis heridas, aprecié tu rostro de cerca .
Ya amor en el olvido .
Corazón y alma en pie .
Supe que eras de otra .
Imaginando una utopía, traté ganarte .
La utopía no es utopía, pues todo indica que algo no anda bien .
Regresas, no das media vuelta .
Te miro, te toco, me miras, me tocas .
Te siento, me sientes .
Soy tuya, sos mío .
Nadie lo arruina, volamos lejos .
Cantando mil canciones te sigo viendo .

Yellow by Coldplay

Look at the stars .

Look how they shine for you .

And everything you do .

Yeah they were all yellow .

I came along .
I wrote a song for you .
And all the things you do .
And it was called yellow .
So then I took my turn .
Oh all the things I've done .
And it was all yellow .
Your skin .
Oh yeah your skin and bones .
Turn into something beautiful .
D'you know you know .
I love you so .
You know I love you so .
I swam across .
I jumped across for you .
Oh all the things you do .
Cause you were all yellow .
I drew a line .
I drew a line for you .
Oh what a thing to do .
And it was all yellow .
Your skin .
Oh yeah your skin and bones .
Turn into something beautiful .
D'you know for you I'd bleed myself dry .
For you I'd bleed myself dry .

It's true look how they shine for you .
Look how they shine for you .
Look how they shine for you .
Look how they shine for you .
Look how they shine for you .
Look how they shine .
Look at the stars .
Look how they shine for you .

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For you I'd bleed myself dry .

Livin' on a prayer by Jon Bon Jovi

Once upon a time .
Not so long ago .

Tommy used to work on the docks .

Union's been on strike .

He's down on his luck .

It's tough, so tough .

Gina works the diner all day .

Working for her man .

She brings home her pay .

For love, for love .

She says we've got to hold on .

To what we've got .

'Cause it doesn't make a difference .

If we make it or not .

We've got each other .

And that's a lot for love .

We'll give it a shot .

Whooah .

We're half way there .
Livin' on a prayer .

Take my hand and we'll make it .

I swear .

Livin' on a prayer .

Tommy's got his six string in hock .

Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk .

So tough, it's tough .

Gina dreams of running away .

When she cries in the night .

Tommy whispers "Baby its okay .

Someday" .

We've got to hold on .

To what we've got .

'Cause it doesn't make a difference .

If we make it or not .

We've got each other .

And that's a lot for love .

We'll give it a shot .

Whooah .
We're half way there .Livin' on a prayer .
Take my hand and we'll make it .
I swear .
Livin' on a prayer .

We've got to hold on ready or not .

You live for the fight when it's all that you've got .

Whooah .
We're half way there .Livin' on a prayer .
Take my hand and we'll make it .
I swear .
Livin' on a prayer .

Rebel Yell by Billy Idol

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door .

Last night a little angel came pumpin cross my floor .

She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love .

And if it expires pray help from above" .

In the midnight hour she cried .
"more, more, more" .
With a rebel yell she cried .
"more, more, more" .
In the midniight hour babe .
"more, more, more" .
With a rebel yell .
"more, more, more" .

More, more, more .

She don't like slavery .

She won't sit and beg .

But when I'm tired and lonely .

She sees me to bed .

What set you free and brought you to be me babe .

What set you free I need you hear by me .

Because in the midnight hour she cried .

"more, more, more" .

With a rebel yell she cried .

"more, more, more" .

In the midnight hour babe .

"more, more, more" .

With a rebel yell .

"more, more, more" .

He lives in his own Heaven .

Collects it to go from the seven eleven .

Well he's out all night to collect a fare .

Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair .

I walked the ward for you, babe .

A thousand miles for you .

I dried your tears of pain, babe .

A million times for you .

I'd sell my soul for you babe .

For money to burn for you .

I'd give you all, and have none, babe .

Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me .

Because in the midnight hour she cried .

"more, more, more" .

With a rebel yell she cried .

"more, more, more" .

In the midnight hour babe .

"more, more, more" .

With a rebel yell she cried .

"more, more, more" .

More, more, more .

Oh yeah a little baby .

She want more .

More, more, more more, more .

Oh yeah a little angel .

She want more .

More, more, more, more, more.

Take on me by A-Ha

We're talking away .
I don't know what .
I'm to say I'll say it anyway .
Today's another day to find you .
Shying away .
I'll be coming for your love, OK? .

Take on me, take me on .

I'll be gone .
In a day or two
So needless to say .
I'm odds and ends .
But that's me stumbling away .
Slowly learning that life is OK .
Say after me .
It's no better to be safe than sorry .


Take on me, take me on .

I'll be gone .
In a day or two .
Oh the things that you say .
Is it life or .
Just a play my worries away .
You're all the things I've got toremember .
You're shying away .
I'll be coming for you anyway .

Take on me, take me on .

I'll be gone .
In a day or two .


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Aférrate a mí,

¿cuánto más vas a tardar?

No es difícil darse cuenta

que mi boca te desea sólamente a ti .

Hacerte feliz,

hacerte feliz,

hacerte feliz,

simplemente amarte .

Dream On by Aerosmith

Everytime that I look in the mirror .

All these lines on my face gettin' clearer .

The past is gone .

It went by like dust to dawn .

Isn't that the way .

Everybody's got their dues in life to pay .

I know what nobody knows .

Where it comes and where it goes .

I know it's everybody's sin .

You got to lose to know how to win .

Half my life is in books written pages .

Live and learn from fools and from sages .

You know it's true .

All the things come back to you .

Sing with me, sing for the years .

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears .

Sing with me, if it's just for today .

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away .

Sing with me, sing for the years .
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears .
Sing with me, if it's just for today .
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away .

Dream on, dream on .

Dream yourself a dream come true .

Dream on, dream on .

Dream until your dream come true .

Dream on, dream on, dream on .

Sing with me, sing for the years .

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears .

Sing with me, if it's just for today .

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away .

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Ningún sueño es inalcanzable,

pero los hay utópicos.

Realidades y sueños no deben confundirse.

Si algo se desea con todo el Ser,

el Universo conspira para que eso se lleve a cabo.

Si algo no ha de llegar,

tampoco ha de esperarse,

puesto se está mejor así.

Can´t stop Rock N' Roll by AC/DC

Don't you give me no line .

Better run if you can .
Just like a thorn in the side .

So don't give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no lies .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .

Don't you play me no jive .
A bit of fun on the side .
Too much crap make you blind .

So don't give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no whine .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .

I said, ah ah ah .

Ah ah ah .

Ah ah ah .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .

Listen up .

Ah ah ah .

Ah ah ah .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
I said you can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' Roll .

Don't you give me no line .
Better run if you can .
Just like a thorn in the side .

So don't give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no lies .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .

Don't you play me no jive .
A bit of fun on the side .
Too much crap make you blind .

So don't give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no .
Don't you give me no whine .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .

I said, ah ah ah .

Ah ah ah .

Ah ah ah .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .

Listen up .

Ah ah ah .

Ah ah ah .

You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' roll .
I said you can't stop rock 'n' roll .
You can't stop rock 'n' Roll .

.Simplemente. You . No . Just . Podés .Can't.

Jeremy by Pearl Jam

At home .

Drawing pictures .

Of mountain tops .

With him on top .

Lemon yellow sun .

Arms raised in a V .

Dead lay in pools of maroon below .

Daddy didn't give attention .

To the fact that mommy didn't care .

King Jeremy the wicked .

Ruled his world .

Jeremy spoke in class today .

Jeremy spoke in class today .

Clearly I remember .

Pickin' on the boy .

Seemed a harmless little fuck .

But we unleashed a lion .

Gnashed his teeth .

And bit the recessed lady's breast .

How could I forget .

He hit me with a surprise left .

My jaw left hurtin .

Dropped wide open .

Just like the day .

Like the day I heard .

Daddy didn't give affection .

And the boy was something mommy wouldn't wear .

King jeremy the wicked .

Ruled his world .

Jeremy spoke in class today .

Jeremy spoke in class today .

Try to forget this .

Try to erase this .

From the blackboard .

LALALA

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