Delicatessen y Icat.fm siempre es una fuente de placer para mi. Sobretodo en esos momentos solitarios, de trabajo duro y mecanico...
Hoy dos joyas de la nueva música catalana (algo desconocida para al público en general) pero de una gran calidad, a mi entender.
- "Corrandes de la parella estable" de un grupo llamado Manel.
- "Som tots uns desgraciats" de Estanislau Verdet.
Espero que lo disfruteis tanto como yo.
sábado, 7 de febrero de 2009
jueves, 5 de febrero de 2009
L'incoronazione di Poppea - Liceu
La parte musical: genial. La escenografia... no fue de mi agrado, la verdad. Hubiera preferido algo más clásico y menos histriónico...
He encontrado una versión escenográfica más acorde con mis gustos, siendo igualmente moderna:
martes, 3 de febrero de 2009
Evanescense
Wow! Hacia tiempo que no veía este videoclip y me trae muy buenos recuerdos (Angel&Devil) ;P
Aún me derrito al ver esos ojazos azules del lobo y se me pone la carne de gallina en el momento álgido de la canción cuando empiezan a levitar las chicas y al final cuando se dirige a él andando por encima del laaaargo baquete, mmmmm....
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
lunes, 2 de febrero de 2009
Snow day
Suerte que no esquié el pasado sabado... Y aún así me siento agotada... tengo las hormonas revolucionadas.Mereció la pena ir, pasamos un buen día, ellos esquiando y yo haciendo de Reportera Dicharachera de Barrio Sesamo jajajajaja!
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