02 febrero 2018
Niños de Guinea Bissau
Es curioso que cuando un guinense visita España pregunta si allí no tenemos niños... Aquí campan a sus anchas. Por todos lados. Qué envidia de vida !
15 abril 2016
De acá para allá
No sé cómo empezó esto... Sólo sé que he acabado en Guinea Bissau. En un hospital para carenciados. Y aquí cuando son pobres lo son de verdad... Esto es una prueba para ver si se consigue publicar algo desde aquí...
10 enero 2011
Tal cual
When all the salt is taken from the sea
I stand dethroned
I'm naked and I bleed
But when your finger points so savagely,
Is anybody there to believe in me
To hear my plea and take care of me?
How can I go on
From day to day
Who can make me strong in every way
Where can I be safe
Where can I belong
In this great big world of sadness
How can I forget
Those beautiful dreams that we shared
They're lost and they're no where to be found
How can I go on?
Sometimes I tremble in the dark
I cannot see
When people frighten me
I try to hide myself so far from the crowd
Is anybody there to comfort me
Lord... take care of me.
How can I go on
From day to day
Who can make me strong in every way
Where can I be safe
Where can I belong
In this great big world of sadness
How can I forget
Those beautiful dreams that we shared
They're lost and they're no where to be found
How can I go on?
I stand dethroned
I'm naked and I bleed
But when your finger points so savagely,
Is anybody there to believe in me
To hear my plea and take care of me?
How can I go on
From day to day
Who can make me strong in every way
Where can I be safe
Where can I belong
In this great big world of sadness
How can I forget
Those beautiful dreams that we shared
They're lost and they're no where to be found
How can I go on?
Sometimes I tremble in the dark
I cannot see
When people frighten me
I try to hide myself so far from the crowd
Is anybody there to comfort me
Lord... take care of me.
How can I go on
From day to day
Who can make me strong in every way
Where can I be safe
Where can I belong
In this great big world of sadness
How can I forget
Those beautiful dreams that we shared
They're lost and they're no where to be found
How can I go on?
09 enero 2011
22 diciembre 2010
Puticlub
Sigo pensando que ciertas iluminaciones navideñas son más propias de un club de carretera comarcal con un nombre entrañable tipo: el descargaero, la raha o el, el relass del conductó
Lo dicho. Puticlub
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