Terremoto Cósmico.

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LIFE MUST BE SO WONDERFUL.
Pulp.

Life must be so wonderful, living here on your own,
please call
around to see.
And maybe I've been loving you for too long,
and now blind,
I watch you bleed.
You rot in your bedroom, you cry on the phone.
Well I'm sorry
but he's not at home.
You give me your secrets, you give me your heart
and I smile whilst you fall apart.
Oh no,
please not now,
can't you see there's no time?
No, I haven't the time.
Can't you see there's no time?
Oh-oh,
oh-oh-oh-oh,
oh-oh,
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Now all our dreams melt
in the sun,
and visions
dwindle
one by one by one.
Perhaps you should move somewhere
far away,
to another town
where maybe they
could see things in your way.
It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be hard.
I smile whilst you fall apart.
You're sorry, you're sorry, is all that you say.
Well,
I'd stop it, but I can't find a way.
Your life must be so wonderful,
your visions die and fall.
And in the end,
nothing ends,
just grows fainter
and farther
away.
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La vida debe ser tan maravillosa - Pulp.

La vida debe ser tan maravillosa, vivir aquí a tu aire, por favor pásate por casa para que te vea. Y quizá te haya estado amando demasiado tiempo, y ahora, ciego, te veo sangrar. Te pudres en tu dormitorio, lloras en el teléfono. Bueno, lo siento, pero él no está en casa. Tú me das tus secretos, tú me das tu corazón y yo sonrío mientras te vienes abajo. Oh no, ahora no por favor, ¿no ves que no nos da el tiempo? No, no tengo tiempo. ¿No ves que no nos da el tiempo? Oh oh... Ahora todos tus sueños se funden con el sol, y tus visiones se desvanecen una por una. Quizá deberías mudarte lejos, a otra ciudad donde es posible que ellos vean las cosas de la misma forma que tú. No debería ser así, no debería ser difícil. Yo sonrío mientras te vienes abajo. Lo sientes, lo sientes, eso es todo lo que dices. Bueno, terminaría con esto, pero no encuentro la manera. Tu vida debe ser tan maravillosa, tus visiones mueren y caen. Y al final nada termina, sólo se hace más difuso y lejano.



/ Nude by Wicker Chair, 1929
Oil on canvas
122.5 x 100 cm

# Edvard Munch.

Hermosa la crítica.

The juxtaposition of the intense purples in her hair and the paleness of her body with the surrounding, firey colors of the room suggest that this painting was and is a symbol of Munch's relationships with women. She is beautiful, but cold. Her face holds him, with its alluring warmness. He can not help but fall into the confusions of this environment, which pulled him in and began to gnaw. She will always be distant.

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