Feripekun's Fotolog

Bueno... Parece que últimamente no tengo mucho tiempo de actualizar... Pero esta semana intentaré poner en orden las ideas y comentar cosas que quiero comentar por aquí...

Lo primero por vuestra seguridad emocional/auditiva/psicológica: no escuchéis lo nuevo de Shakira...

Ni una sola canción se salva de este disco... Ya es que desde esa tortura con Sanz no me fío un pelo de esta mujer y me bajo los discos antes de comprarlos... Pero es que he sido incapaz de escucharlo entero!!!


En fin, me quedo con la Shakira que sabía escribir buenas letras (esa que aún en los discos de Fijación Oral, salía a relucir de vez en cuando...):

Poem to a horse:

You're to far to bring you close
And too high to see below
just hangin' on your daily dose
I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have?

You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
You start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way

[Chorus:]
I'll leave again
Cuz I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more

I'd rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
Cuz to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse

You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
Cuz there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've got other things to do

I'll leave again 'cause I've
Been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more

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