words just don't suit you

There was a dragon, terrorizing the region. There was the sweetest girl of the land sacrificed to him…Woman, it makes no sense whatsoever! For fuck’s sake, what would a dragon do with a fucking girl? Eat her? Why the hell she should be pretty then? Will it make her taste better, or something? And does the fucking dragon know the fucking difference? He is a fucking reptile, completely difference species! And what’s with that disturbing crap about dragon falling in love with the girl? What happened next? They lived happily ever after and had many genetically challenged children? Then the moral of this story should be: children, having sex with species other then yours in healthy and normal? Like hell it is! Fucking zoophiles… What’s so fucking funny?..

Tú sabes que el velo de la noche cubre mi rostro: si así no fuera, un rubor virginal verías teñir mis mejillas por lo que me oíste pronunciar esta noche. Gustosa quisiera guardar las formas, gustosa y gustosa, negar cuanto he hablado; pero ¡adiós cumplimientos! ¿Me amas? Sé que dirás: "sí"; y yo te creeré bajo tu palabra. Con todo, si lo jurases, podría resultar falso, y de los prejurios de los amantes se ríe Júpiter. ¡Oh, gentil Romeo! Si de verdad me quieres, decláralo con sinceridad; o, si piensas que soy demasiado ligera, me pondré desdeñosa y esquiva, y tanto mayor será tu empeño en galantearme; pero de otro modo, ni por todo el mundo. En verdad, arrogante Montesco, soy demasiado apasionada, y por ello tal vez tildes de liviana mi conducta; pero, créeme, hidalgo, daré pruebas de ser más sincera que las que tienen más destreza en disimular. Yo hubiera sido más reservada, lo confieso, de no haber tú sorprendido, sin que yo me apercibiese, mi verdadera pasión amorosa. ¡Perdóname, por tanto, y no atribuyas a liviano amor a esta flaqueza mía, que de tal modo ha descubierto la oscura noche!

Sé de donde vengo, sé donde voy, por eso se donde estoy, no me avergüenza lo que soy. Sé cual es mi lugar y adonde pertenezco, lo que no me corresponde y lo que merezco. Soy sangre de mi sangre y soy mi costumbre, mis hábitos y códigos y mis incertidumbres. Soy mis decisiones y mis elecciones, soy mis acciones, solo y en la muchedumbre. Soy mis cadencias y mis creencias, soy mi materia y mi esencia. Soy mi presencia, mi ausencia, mi conciencia y mi experiencia, soy mi procedencia. Soy mi pasado y mi vigencia, soy mi herencia y mi experiencia. Y esta vivencia es la referencia con otros me une y me diferencia. Por eso no pido que mi camino desande, seguiré erizando aunque me desbande. Que mi voz rebote contra los Andes.
No voy a ser otro porque a usted le conviene, aunque mi declaración me condene.

It's true the way I feel was promised by your face. The sound of your voice painted on my memories. Even if you're not with me I'm with you.

No, I’m not upset. No, I’m not angry. I know love is love, love and sometimes it pains me with or without you. I’ll always be with you, you’ll never forget me, I’m keeping you with me. No, I won’t let you take me to the end of my rope while you burn it and torture my soul. No, I’m not your puppet and, no, no, no, I won’t let you go.

No matter how far we’ve come I can’t wait to see tomorrow.

Lay beside me, tell me what they've done. Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run.
The door is locked now, but it's opened if you're true. If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky. Black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives. The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through. Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through, no, there's no sun shining through, no, there's no sun shining.
What I've felt, what I've known; turn the pages, turn to stone. Behind the door, should I open it for you? Sick and tired, I stand alone. 'Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear. She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again. She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone.
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone. Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone, dead sure she'll be there.
What I've felt, what I've known. Turn the pages, turn to stone. Behind the door, should I open it for you?
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done. The door is closed, so are your eyes but now I see the sun, now I see the sun. Yes, now I see it.
I take this key (never free) and I bury it (never me) in you because you're unforgiven too!
Never free, never me, because you're unforgiven too.

Mercucio

No se podía decir que era miedoso o tímido, sino todo lo contrario; pero, desde hacia cierto tiempo, el joven se hallaba en un estado de exitación y angustia rayano en la hipocresía. Se había replegado hasta tan punto sobre sí mismo y se había aislado tanto de los demás, que le producía aprensión la idea de cruzarse, no ya con la dueña de su casa si no con cualquier otra persona. La pobreza lo tenía abatido. Pero, últimamente, incluso su penosa situación había dejado de preocuparle.

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us. It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust. I've got my heart set on anywhere but here. I'm staring down myself, counting up the years.
Steady hands, just take the wheel and every glance is killing me. Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead.
Stop and stare, I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. Yes, I know that everyone gets scared but I've become what I can't be. Stop and stare, you start to wonder why you're here not there and you'd give anything to get what's fair but fair ain't what you really need. Can you see what I see?
They're trying to come back, all my senses push, untie the weight bags, I never thought I could. Steady feet, don't fail me now, gonna run till you can't walk. Something pulls my focus out and I'm standing down.

martes, 10 de agosto de 2010

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