Nunca entraría aquí

Aquí un lugar al que nunca entraría, sin perro y sin guitarra ¿Qué me quedaría?

Se acaba

 

 

Puede que 2011 halla sido un año duro para muchos, para mí, sin duda lo ha sido, pero por ello es más gratificante terminarlo con una sonrisa y mirando adelante con un nuevo optimismo y nuevas ganas de hacer, de seguir, de aprender, de luchar… de vivir.

En estos últimos meses, me he reencontrado, la verdad que no se donde estaba, en alguna parte abandonada, y he llegado en el momento justo de rescatarme y ponerme de pie, y puede que a veces las cosas no salgan como uno quiere o que nos vayamos dando algunos cabezazos, pero sin duda, ahora he recuperado las fuerzas para hacer frente a lo que se ponga por delante, de nuevo, volviendo a pisar fuerte sobre caminos y puentes tambaleantes que a veces pueden quebrar y a veces se mantienen firmes, pero de ningún modo volverán a arrastrarme al negro vacio que duerme bajo ellos.

Dimmu Borgir - Blessings Upon the Throne of Tyranny

 

Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction
Confess to slavery for the world saviour
Give praise and inhale the corruption
[chorus:]
The Enfeebled provides the fool
The Disabled provides the tool
The Apathetic demands the affection
To those suffering from their own satisfaction
Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague
Testify today?s contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed
Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress
Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter
The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen
Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness
Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease
Apply to join the unlimited disgrace and a settlement in the skies
And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation
The incarnation of your prostitution, the true Evil in disguise
With the ignorance from your cross as the witness
The truth of your tragedy make you justice
In your mirror the high spirit of kindness
Looks like malice
Condemnation of life by the living dead
What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core
How unfortunate I am, cursed to spend time on a battle already won
The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all
Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile
Recall my sins furthermore but still be watching yours with a smile

Blue Monday – Orgy

How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel
Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today
I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortunes
I'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel
Now I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold
(grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)