Boats and Birds

If you be my star

I'll be your sky

you can hide underneath me and come out at night

when I turn jet black and you show off your light

I live to let you shine

I live to let you shine

but you can skyrocket away from me

and never come back if you find another galaxy

far from here with more room to fly

just leave me your stardust to remember you by

if you be my boat

I'll be your sea

a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity

ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze

I live to make you free

I live to make you free

but you can set sail to the west if you want to

and past the horizon till I can't even see you

far from here where the beaches are wide

just leave me your wake to remember you by

if you be my star

I'll be your sky

you can hide underneath me and come out at night

when I turn jet black and you show off your light

I live to let you shine

I live to let you shine

but you can skyrocket away from me

and never come back if you find another galaxy

far from here with more room to fly

just leave me your stardust to remember you by

stardust to remember you by

Gregory and the hawk «(Whispering for love)»

Rima IX

Los invisibles átomos del aire

en derredor palpitan y se inflaman

el cielo se deshace en rayos de oro

la tierra se estremece alborozada

Oigo flotando en olas de armonía

rumor de besos y batir de alas,

mis párpados se cierran...¿Qué sucede?

¿Dime?... ¡Silencio!... ¿Es el amor que pasa?

Gustavo Aldolfo Bécquer

Sabrás si yo te amo al final

¿Cuando te solía creer, cuando te solía querer,

Cuando pretendí que siempre vivirías en mí?

Me amargo injustamente «el por qué está en mi psicótico corazón»

Un beso impuro, sin ningún amor,

Frío-Descaro-Triste-Desolado

Así, TE AMO yo.

Un Beso exacervante y excitado,

Como Klimt lo dibujó.

No es dulce, no es tierno,

Sólo una algarabía en la máquina de medir presión.

Sí un abrazo cuesta, en mí no hay dinero.

Sí una risa es ignorancia, suelo regalarlas.

Un disparo es más cálido. Una lágrima,

Veneno,

En tu alma.

¡Ve! Y tiñe tus ojos de un tierno color,

Arriéndate antes de que el dolor venga a conquistar.

Viviré por el cigarro y el tabaco imaginario, aquel que sólo despiden los labios

De aquel, el Hombre Imaginario.

Soy arlequín en el juego de la pasión,

Engaño vil y macabro

¡Lóbrego! Como el Cuervo de Poe.

Un Sol de Cianuro vendrá a nuestras vidas

¡Tú! Te irás «¡Por mí, no parirás un Masoquista!»

¡Yo! Volveré a enmascarar

El llanto invisible y el beso-metal. Just a smile ignorante y surreal.

«Sólo escarbando ¡Destruyendo, masticando, vomitando el frío y acético órgano escarlata! sabrás si yo Te Amo al final»

Lola Pacheco

Satnta Fe - Rent Soundtrack

ANGEL
New York City

MARK

Uh Huh

ANGEL
Center Of The Universe

COLLINS

Sing It Girl

ANGEL
Times Are Shitty
But I'm Pretty Sure They Can't Get Worse

MARK

I Hear You

ANGEL
It's A Comfort To Know
When You're Singing The Hit The Road Blues
That Anywhere Else You Could Possibly Go
After New York Would Be A Pleasure Cruise

COLLINS

Now You're Talking

Well, I'm Thwarted By A Metaphysic Puzzle

And I'm Sick Of Grading Papers-That I

KnowAnd I'm Shouting In My Sleep, I Need A Muzzle

All This Misery Pays No Salary, So

Let's Open Up A Restaurant
In Santa Fe

Oh Sunny Santa Fe Would Be Nice

Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

And Leave This To The Roaches And Mice

Oh--Oh

ALL

Oh--

ANGEL
You Teach?

COLLINS

I Teach Computer Age Philosophy

But My Students Would Rather Watch TV

ANGEL
America

ALL

America!

COLLINS

You're A Sensitive Aesthete

Brush The Sauce Onto The Meat

You Could Make The Menu Sparkle

With RhymeYou Could Drum A Gentle Drum

I Could Seat Gueats As They Come

Chatting Not About Heidegger, But Wine!

Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

Our Labors Would Reap Financial Gains

ALL

Gains, Gains, Gains

COLLINS

We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

And Save From Devastation Our Brains

HOMELESS
Save Our Brains

ALL

We'll Pack Up All Our Junk And Fly

So Far Away

Devote Ourselves To Projects That Sell

We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

Forget This Cold Bohemian Hell

Oh--Oh--

COLLINS

Do You Know The Way To Santa Fe?

You Know, Tumbleweeds...Prairie Dogs...Yeah