Post nº 7: Can you sea?

When you were here before
could´t look you in the eye
you´re just like an angel
your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
in a beautiful world
I wish I was special
you´re so fuckin´ special

But I´m a creep, I´m a weirdo
what the hell am I doin´here?
I don´t belong here

I don´t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I´m not around
You´re so fuckin´ special
I wish I was special

But I´m a creep, I´m a weirdo
what the hell am I doin´here?
I don´t belong here

She´s running out again,
she is running out
she run run run
run...

Whatever makes you happy
whatever you want
You´re so fuckin´special
I wish I was special

But I´m a creep, I´m a weirdo
what the hell am I doin´here?
I don´t belong here
I don´t belong here

(Creep - Radiohead)

Post nº 6: The sea

the language of the sea is not words, is not noises. It´s much more. But I cannot understand it. I can´t listen her.
I am seeing a monochrome picture of the sea.
Shea is...

Post nº 5: Muse strikes again!

Another song, more lyrics to understand and to translate. Yeah.
This time, the deep song "Soldier's poeme", by Muse.

(Video made by...me. Yeah)

Throw it all away
Let's lose ourselves
'cause there's no left for us to blame
It's a shame we're all dying
And do you think you deserve your freedom?

How could you send us all far away from home?
when you know damn well that this is wrong
I would still lay down my life for you
And do you think you deserve your freedom?

No, I don´t think you do
There's no justice in the world
there's no justice in the world
and there never was

Post nº 4: Yann(ius) Tiersen

Anyway, I can try
Anything it´s the same circle
leading to nowhere
and I´m tired now
.
Anyway, I´ve lost my face
my dignity, my look
everything is gone
and I´m tired now
.
Don´t be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
everyday on my old bycicle you loved
.
I´m piling up some unread books under my bed
and I really thing I´ll never read again
No concentration
just a white disorder
everywhere around me
you know, I´m so tired now
.
Don´t worry,
I often go to dinners and parties
with some old friends who care for me
take me back home and stay
.
Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
only absence near me
nothing but silence around me
.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life
only absence near me
nothing but silence around me
.
Sometimes I search an event
or something to remind
But I´ve really got nothing in mind
.
Sometimes I open the windows
and listen people walking in the down streets
there is life out there
.
Don´t be scared
I found a new job and I go to work
everyday on my old bycicle you loved
.
Anyway, I can try
anything it´s the same circle
leading to nowhere
and I´m tired now
.
Anyway, I´ve lost my face
my dignity, my look
everything is gone
and I´m tired now
.
Don´t worry
I often go to dinners and parties
with some old friends who care for me
take me back home and stay
.
Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
only absence near me
nothing but silence around me
.

(Monochrome - Yann Tiersen & Dominique)

Post nº 3: Welcome to this blog, MUSE

Stay away from me
build a fortress
and shield your beliefs
Touch the divine
as we fall in line

.

Can I believe?
when I don´t trust
All your theories
turn to dust
I choose to hide
from the all seing eye

.

Destroy this city of delusion
break these walls down
I will avenge
justify my reasons
with your blood

.

You´ll no rest
settle for less
Until you guzzle
and squander what´s left
Do not deny
that you live and let die

.

City of delusion, Muse

.

to settle: solucionar
to guzzle: Beber en demasía
squander: desperdiciar, malgastar

Post nº 2: Friendship, not free, not cheap

"Stay away from me
build a fortress
and shield your beliefs"

I wrote another text to accompany this hilarious title.
A hard text.
A text Full of revenge´s promises.
It´s better that I don´t think why I changed it. The censorship of myself by me. I censure a mental zone, daaaangerous zone for other people. I am a good child, am not I? I choose to forgive.
See you (soon?) Edward H.?

Post nº 1: Oh my God! here is my english blog

Hi everybody, little bastards.
The question is: Why the fuck have I created this fucking blog?
Read the tittle: I wanna be POLYGLOT.
First step: to dominate completly the Cervan... I mean, the Shakespeare´s language. And is because that I am writing here in this foreing and strange idiom.
I have to warn you: I am a bizarre person. What does it mean? If you read frequently my paranoias, you will become crazy at last. It´s my secret objective: destroy you. Maybe not. I am only exploring the limits of my control of english. I will explore too the poetry, philosophy, etc. in english. Ok.
The last thing I want to say is: fuck, fuck, fuck. It´s the better word in english. You can say it in EVERY phrase. It´s an eternal resource when you don´t know what fuck to say. And it gives weigh to your arguments (yes, a literal traduction I think...I don´t know if it´s ok. FUCK FUCK AND FUCK IT, anyhow)
See you in hell. Affectionately, me.

Vocabulary:
Affectionately: afectuosamente