A la gente le gusta hacer listas cuando se acaba el año.
Aquí están las mías:
a. 10 canciones (y una frase de cada una):
1. 'We are golden' Mika - 'We are not what you think we are'
2. 'Candy' Robbie Williams - 'She thinks she's made of candy'
3. 'Hey little rich girl' Amy Winehouse - 'Hey, little rich girl, you've been away for so long'
4. 'Love you when I'm drunk' Mika - 'Eu so te amo quando estou com um copo a máis'
5. 'Alice' Avril Lavigne - 'I'll take a stand until the end'
6. 'Chega de saudade' Elizete Cardoso - 'Mais se ele voltar, que coisa linda, que coisa loca'
7. 'Ride' Lana del Rey - 'I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy'
8. 'Skinny Love' Birdy - 'Just last the year. I told you to be patient'
9. 'Elle me dit' Mika - 'Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie? Elle me dit danse'
10.'You make me sick' Pink - 'I want you and I'm hating it'
10+1. 'We found love' Rihanna
b. 5 sueños cumplidos:
1. Mika. Desde pequeña he soñado con cantar y bailar (lo de bailar quedó a medio cumplir, pero poco a poco) en un escenario grande. Lo de hacerle los coros a mi cantante favorito, lo considero como cantar y punto. Si lo de Karmele lo era, lo mio lo es.
2. y 3. Trabajar en una compañía. Hacer cabaret. Dos pájaros de un tiro. Aunque mi madre no lo considere compañía y haya gente que no considere el género como teatro, me la suda. Hay gente que, mientras escribo, engulle hamburguesas de pescado de McDonalds pensando en lo bien que se están alimentando.
4. Hacer un trabajo en inglés. He interpretado una ópera en inglés. He 'cantado' (por respeto a la gente que se mata para cantar ópera bien, he decidido ponerlo entre comillas. Me da miedo volver a Lisboa y abrir el buzón. No sé cuanta gente me habrá mandado la factura de su consulta del otorrino de la seguridad social. Allí se paga. Caro. Creo que he terminado la Erasmus) en inglés.
5. Estudiar en el extranjero. Lisboa es el extranjero. Lisboa mola mucho. El año que viene me toca Finlandia. En verano, si me toca la lotería del niño y ocurre un milagro divino y me admiten en Guildhall, toca Londres. Lo que sea menos España. Llamadme snob o lo que os salga de las pelotas, pero cada vez me gusta menos España.
5+1. Trabajar como maquilladora en halloween. Después de un 6 en mi escuela, me dieron €30 de propina. No se a quién creer.
c. 5 defectos mios que he descubierto:
1. Soy muy vaga.
2. Soy muy nerviosa.
3. Soy muy impaciente.
4. Me explico como un libro cerrado.
5. Le doy demasiadas vueltas a las cosas.
d. 10 personas a las que me quiero parecer (y me he dado cuenta a lo largo de este año - no preguntéis el porqué):
1. Dick Van Dyke
2. Mika
3. Mila Kunis
4. Matthew Perry
5. Jim Parsons
6. Neil Patrick Harris
7. Lady Gaga
8. Emma Stone
9. Bérénice Bejo
10. Teo. Teo hace de todo. Yo quiero hacer de todo. Como Teo.
e. 5 películas y/o series:
1. The artist
2. The art of getting by
3. How I met your mother
4. Big Bang theory
5. Fresh meat
f. 5 cosas que he aprendido:
1. El baile de las pistolas.
2. Que no hay que dejar nunca de trabajar.
3. Que hay que contar hasta 10 antes de hablar.
4. Que no hay que perder la ilusión.
5. Que la absenta está mala de cojones.
g. 5 frases:
1. 'Who sang that?'
2. 'Quando tu me tentas comer e eu não deixo'
3. 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'
4. 'Cololo. Ono. Amón. Aba. Ata. Alolo. Tita. Mamá. Caqui. Uno. Bandurria'
5. 'Dónde está _____, aquí o aquí?'
h. 10 muchachos hermosones que han rondado demasiado por mi mente:
i. 5 cosas que me gustaría estar haciendo en vez de estar aquí escribiendo:
1. Estar de fiesta con los erasmus más estúpidos del mundo.
2. Dormir.
3. Prestarle atención al capítulo de FRIENDS que está puesto ahora mismo en mi tele.
4. Intentar sacarme el 'Te he echado de menos' de Pablo Alborán de mi cabeza.
5. Estar de fiesta simplemente con mi tarjeta imaginaria que tiene todos los fondos del mundo mundial.
Conclusiones:
a. Música nueva, por favor.
b. Estaba segura que el mundo se acababa el 21/12. Tanto bueno junto no podía ser posible. Ahora que venga lo que tenga que venir, yo me puedo morir tranquila.
c. Llevo muchos deberes para 2013.
d. Tengo mucho que trabajar. Tengo que fijarme más en las actrices :)
e. Necesito saber si Barney se acaba casando con Robin y si Leonard y Penny harán lo mismo. Y LO NECESITO YA.
f. Hay mucho que aprender. Y muy poca absenta que beber.
g. Se pueden sacar conclusiones de frases significativas?
h. Os habéis quedado con to las ganas. Aunque no los conozcáis. O si.
i. ME VOY A DORMIR.
FELIZ 2013.
Que se cumplan vuestros sueños.
Es la mejor sensación del mundo.
lunes, 31 de diciembre de 2012
viernes, 14 de diciembre de 2012
didoloves**
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue, pursue.
Pursue thy conquest.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Her eyes confess the flame.
Her eyes confess the flame her tongue denies.
Her eyes confess the flame.
Her eyes confess the flame her tongue denies.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue, pursue.
Pursue thy conquest.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
To the hills and the vales,
to the rocks and the mountains,
to the musical groves
and the cool shady fountains,
Let the triumphs,
Let the triumphs,
Of love and of beauty be shown.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue, pursue.
Pursue thy conquest.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Her eyes confess the flame.
Her eyes confess the flame her tongue denies.
Her eyes confess the flame.
Her eyes confess the flame her tongue denies.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue, pursue.
Pursue thy conquest.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
Pursue thy conquest, love.
To the hills and the vales,
to the rocks and the mountains,
to the musical groves
and the cool shady fountains,
Let the triumphs,
Let the triumphs,
Of love and of beauty be shown.
viernes, 7 de diciembre de 2012
jánão**
Quando eu me sento à janela
P’los vidros que a neve embaça
Vejo a doce imagem dela
Quando passa… passa … passa…
Lançou-me a mágoa seu véu:
Menos um ser neste mundo
E mais um anjo no céu.
Quando eu me sento à janela,
P’los vidros que a neve embaça
Julgo ver a imagem dela
Que já não passa… não passa…
Quando ela passa - Fernando Pessoa
P’los vidros que a neve embaça
Vejo a doce imagem dela
Quando passa… passa … passa…
Lançou-me a mágoa seu véu:
Menos um ser neste mundo
E mais um anjo no céu.
Quando eu me sento à janela,
P’los vidros que a neve embaça
Julgo ver a imagem dela
Que já não passa… não passa…
Quando ela passa - Fernando Pessoa
miércoles, 5 de diciembre de 2012
justride**
I was on the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night, I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. My only real happy times were when I thought of them. I was an actress, not a very popular one, that once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But upon an unfortunate series of events, saw her dreams slashed and divided like a million stars in the nightsky, that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why. But there's nothing in talking with people who have a home, they have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people for a home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing to north. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was wide and as wavery as the ocean. And, if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying. Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belong to no one. Who belong to everyone. Who had nothing. Who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomad point of madness that would dazzle and deceive me.
I've been out on that open road
You can be my full time, daddy
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time, baby
Hot or cold
Don't break me down
I've been travelin' too long
I've been trying too hard
With one pretty song
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
So, I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride
Dying young and I'm playing hard
That's the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road doves do it, ride 'til dark.
Don't leave me now
Don't say good bye
Don't turn around
Leave me high and dry
I'm tired of feeling like I'm fuckin' crazy
I'm tired of driving 'till I see stars in my eyes
I look up to hear myself saying,
Baby, too much I strive, I just ride.
Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people. And, finally, I did. On the open road. We had nothing to lose. Nothing to gain. Nothing we desired anymore except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe on the freedom of the open road. My model is the same as ever: I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm in war with myself, I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.
Lana del Rey - Ride
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing to north. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was wide and as wavery as the ocean. And, if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying. Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belong to no one. Who belong to everyone. Who had nothing. Who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomad point of madness that would dazzle and deceive me.
I've been out on that open road
You can be my full time, daddy
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time, baby
Hot or cold
Don't break me down
I've been travelin' too long
I've been trying too hard
With one pretty song
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
So, I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride
Dying young and I'm playing hard
That's the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road doves do it, ride 'til dark.
Don't leave me now
Don't say good bye
Don't turn around
Leave me high and dry
I'm tired of feeling like I'm fuckin' crazy
I'm tired of driving 'till I see stars in my eyes
I look up to hear myself saying,
Baby, too much I strive, I just ride.
Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people. And, finally, I did. On the open road. We had nothing to lose. Nothing to gain. Nothing we desired anymore except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe on the freedom of the open road. My model is the same as ever: I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm in war with myself, I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.
Lana del Rey - Ride
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