Y para que al flog no le salgan telarañas...
MARAVILLOSA FOTO DEL 18 / RAPEL 2007!!!

Izquierda a derecha: Isidora (yo!), Zapatín, Soza, Barbis, Nacha, Caro...falta Franz Ferdinand para que esté la peuquez en su plenitud, pero bueh.

Una canción increible dedicada solo para mi :)

"Sleep the clock around" de Belle and Sebastian (por Dios, que buen grupo!)
And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the liberty hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, look at yourself, youre not much use to anyone

Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the united states of calamity, hey!
After all that youve done boy, Im sure youre going to pay

In the morning you come to the ladies salon
To get all fitted out for the paperback throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, its a bit of a waste
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
Theres a lot to be done while your head is still young
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine

Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where youve finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around.

F O T O D E L M A T R I !

Foto del Matri de mi prima: (de izq a der) Cami (hna), Beto (su pololo), Maca (novia), Francisco (primo), Cristian (novio), Seb (primo), Juanjo (primo), SHO! (Isidora Maria de los Milagros, reina de la fiesta), Germán (pololito maravilloso mio).

* foto tomada del cel de mi papá en la playa.

Había olvidado esta canción; Es que amo la letra, es TAN inspiradora. La mejor letra, como la olvide...no lo puedo creer.

Hilary Duff - Fly

Any moment, everything can change
Feel the wind on your shoulder
For a minute, all the world can wait
Let go of your yesterday.

Can you hear it calling?
Can you feel it in your soul?
Can you trust this longing?
And take control,
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away
You can change
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life
And start to try, cause it's your time
Time to fly.

All your worries, leave them somewhere else
Find a dream you can follow
Reach for something, when there's nothing left
And the world's feeling hollow.

Can you hear it calling?
Can you feel it in your soul?
Can you trust this longing?
And take control,
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away
You can shine,
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life
And start to try, cause it's your time
Time to fly.

And when you're down and feel alone
Just want to run away
Trust yourself and don't give up
You know you better than anyone else.

Any moment, everything can change
Feel the wind on your shoulder,
For a minute, all the world can wait
Let go of yesterday,
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away
You can shine
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life
And start to try,
Fly
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try, cause it's your time,
Time to fly.

In a moment, everything can change.

A la izquierda "Belle and Sebastian", a la derecha creo que el disco que más me gusta de ellos.

Y bueno, en resumen: un grupo indie escocés de 1996 que se forma en Glasgow. Tienen varios discos como: Tigermilk, If you are feeling sinister, The boy with the arab strap, Dear Catrastophe Waitress, The life Pursuit, entre otros. Yo lo conozco como hace seis años, más o menos, por intermedio del ex pololo de mi hermana (ese detalle no efecta la historia, pero no me voy a atribuir el descubrimiento) y amé su música desde que los escuché por primera vez; Hasta hoy.
Además es tanto el tiempo, que gran parte de sus canciones conllevan recuerdos. Y es algo que ha estado conmigo "through thick and thin" :D (en las wenas y en las malas). Eso.

Hablando de Belle and Sebastian, hoy me daría: "Get me away fron here i'm dying". Por orden aleatorio en el compu la acabo de escuchar y es impresionante lo bien que describe a mi dia y a mi.

Ooh! get me away from here Im dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes and words
Now were photogenic
You know, we dont stand a chance

Oh, Ill settle down with some old story
About a boy whos just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
Youre so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the poor boy
With naivety succeeds
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings

Oh, that wasnt what I meant to say at all
From where Im sitting, rain
Falling against the lonely tenement
Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write
This is no declaration, I just thought Id let you know goodbye
Said the hero in the story
It is mightier than swords
I could kill you sure
But I could only make you cry with these words

Ooh! get me away from here Im dying...

Hoy no puedo dejar de escuchar The Carpenters.
Mi mamá me dice que deje tranquila la música de su época y que escuche música de la mia...y es que gran parte de mis canciones preferidas no son de mi época, que no viene al caso mencionar, pero es así.
Ahora la canción es "Superstar"...que BUENA canción es.
Pobre Karen Carpenter, tan talentosa: tenía una voz impresionante, era tan "poderosa", y ella bonita, por cierto; Quien lo diría como iba a terminar. Que deprimente. En honor a ella será esta foto entonces.

Bueno, hay que seguir estudiando. Terminó mi recreo. Suerte Isidora!