<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660</id><updated>2011-08-20T07:36:58.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Pez en el Cielo</title><subtitle type='html'>El Pez en el Cielo es, en esencia, una penosa contradicción. 
El Pez en el Cielo siente todo el tiempo que se encuentra en un lugar al cual no pertenece.
El Pez en el Cielo soy yo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-8488866963790622690</id><published>2006-12-18T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:01:02.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jerusalem Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hace poco leí algo acerca de este trastorno psicológico, en el que una persona que aparentemente no tiene ningún problema de este tipo, tiene un episodio de psicosis a raíz de su estancia en la ciudad de Jerusalén, caracterizado principalmente porque el individuo considera que su viaje obedece a razones que van más allá de unas simples vacaciones, y que se encuentran embarcados en una misión divina. Generalmente estos episodios son pacíficos, pero el caso mas sonado de este sindrome es el de un australiano que viajo a "la Ciudad Santa" a finales de los años 60's y, creyendo que cumplia con los designios de Dios, le prendió fuego a una mezquita, y bueno, ya podrán imaginarse los disturbios que sucedieron después. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Con esto en mente, se me ocurre que las cruzadas aun no han terminado, y que muchos aun creen en las misiones divinas y en los pueblos elegidos. Y Jerusalén sigue estando en medio de esos conflictos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jerusalem Syndrome&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let´s take another fly-by&lt;br /&gt;To make sure nothing’s left in here&lt;br /&gt;And reclaim our belongings&lt;br /&gt;And repent for our sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my memories in the desert&lt;br /&gt;But I bear divine commands&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever made much sense&lt;br /&gt;Until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want, what I dream&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to disappear&lt;br /&gt;You’re not welcome in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take another dive&lt;br /&gt;We might never come back home&lt;br /&gt;But can you tell a sea from a mirage?&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember where you belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am, what I feel&lt;br /&gt;It’s all coming from within&lt;br /&gt;I might try and cease to exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s this god that wanted you to conquer?&lt;br /&gt;To pillage and plunder&lt;br /&gt;Doubt and wonder&lt;br /&gt;The clock has stopped ticking&lt;br /&gt;We were caught drifting&lt;br /&gt;Misled through the storm&lt;br /&gt;Towards another collision course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-8488866963790622690?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/8488866963790622690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=8488866963790622690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/8488866963790622690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/8488866963790622690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/12/jerusalem-syndrome.html' title='The Jerusalem Syndrome'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-760115888431817368</id><published>2006-12-07T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:35:28.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dime</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dicen que&lt;br /&gt;Buscabas en tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;Esas promesas&lt;br /&gt;Que hice a tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te uso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me olvidé&lt;br /&gt;De cortar estos lazos&lt;br /&gt;Estoy perdido&lt;br /&gt;Solo escucho tus pasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me usas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime de repente&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ya no pueda más&lt;br /&gt;Dime lo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;Lo que quieres de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El agua desbordó&lt;br /&gt;Te ahogo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Las horas pesan&lt;br /&gt;Te hundes suavemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te uso&lt;br /&gt;Y me usas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translucidez&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos desquiciados&lt;br /&gt;Otra llamada&lt;br /&gt;Con tono de ocupado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te uso&lt;br /&gt;Y me usas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te voy a devorar&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez no te vas a escapar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-760115888431817368?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/760115888431817368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=760115888431817368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/760115888431817368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/760115888431817368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/12/dime.html' title='Dime'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-3317728224368252140</id><published>2006-11-28T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:44:57.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never learned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it’s time to make things differently&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t feel the same way at all&lt;br /&gt;I hope it’s not to late to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I never want to hurt you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes these days just pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything we think we want&lt;br /&gt;I need to seize those moments by your side&lt;br /&gt;Bring you closer and never let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do you know what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;I do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;The chance to make some more mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I never learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there really aren’t any excuses&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can’t change who I am&lt;br /&gt;A fucking criminal whose only worry&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling left aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I’ve been so lucky this time around&lt;br /&gt;But I know my punishment is due to arrive&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never learned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-3317728224368252140?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/3317728224368252140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=3317728224368252140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/3317728224368252140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/3317728224368252140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-learned.html' title='Never learned'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-7061840983373471105</id><published>2006-11-27T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:18:14.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightest in the sky</title><content type='html'>(A la niña más increíble que he tenido el placer de conocer, en su cumpleaños 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brightest in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s hard for me to open up&lt;br /&gt;Little sister, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to remain a stranger to you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to regret the things I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Like every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;Seems so much better if I can make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s just for a while&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;The stars above just might&lt;br /&gt;Accept that you’re the brightest in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just let me stay around to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I just don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;But you always teach me how&lt;br /&gt;And it troubles me to remind that&lt;br /&gt;Most of my life you weren’t around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will become of you and I?&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I couldn’t close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the answer still evades me&lt;br /&gt;But if you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the road will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Just know I’ll always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Even if we somehow grow apart&lt;br /&gt;Little sister, it’s true&lt;br /&gt;The seconds that I got to spend with you&lt;br /&gt;Were far more heavenly than everything I ever knew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-7061840983373471105?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/7061840983373471105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=7061840983373471105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/7061840983373471105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/7061840983373471105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/11/brightest-in-sky.html' title='Brightest in the sky'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-4896100948785793390</id><published>2006-11-17T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:25:40.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El resto del camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;El resto del camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el miedo regresó&lt;br /&gt;Vestido de color turquesa&lt;br /&gt;Todo se derrumbó&lt;br /&gt;Ideas que inundan mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces tengo ganas de ponerle fin&lt;br /&gt;A aquello que pensé me haría feliz&lt;br /&gt;Las noticias no parecen verdaderas&lt;br /&gt;Los días pasan y tú nunca regresas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el resto del camino&lt;br /&gt;Ya no dijimos nada&lt;br /&gt;El aire está mas tibio hoy&lt;br /&gt;Pero temblabas en mi almohada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acaba la canción&lt;br /&gt;Nos encerramos en el auto&lt;br /&gt;Para no despertar&lt;br /&gt;Sospechas de ligereza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nada sabe igual sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Castigos decididos para mí&lt;br /&gt;Si encuentro algo que vale la pena&lt;br /&gt;De pronto alguien viene y se lo lleva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el resto del camino&lt;br /&gt;No lo tomé contigo&lt;br /&gt;Las horas son aciagas hoy&lt;br /&gt;Y no me acuerdo de tu cara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-4896100948785793390?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/4896100948785793390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=4896100948785793390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/4896100948785793390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/4896100948785793390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-resto-del-camino.html' title='El resto del camino'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-116223491452396132</id><published>2006-10-30T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:04:18.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conflict diamonds. War diamonds. Blood diamonds. Se trata de aquellos diamantes que son extraídos de minas situadas en lugares donde hay conflictos armados (en África, generalmente), de cuyas ganancias deriva el financiamiento para dichas atrocidades, perpetuando así guerras fraternales, masacres, genocidios, migraciones involuntarias, refugiados, y cualquier otra violación a los mas elementales derechos humanos que se les pueda ocurrir. Si, estas cosas aun suceden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a storm passing by, it alters everything&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bullet in the dark, and no one hears it&lt;br /&gt;It’s the ground that glistens&lt;br /&gt;And the soul that’s missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the purpose of this fight?&lt;br /&gt;There are no winners, only sinners&lt;br /&gt;And they play on both sides&lt;br /&gt;So they just let it slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine, nothing seems important&lt;br /&gt;Shine, more valued than life&lt;br /&gt;Blood, on their tears and their hands&lt;br /&gt;Most are just left on the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power is exercised&lt;br /&gt;And dreamers are believers&lt;br /&gt;But they can’t stop it now&lt;br /&gt;When the ghosts come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s here&lt;br /&gt;Brand new red carpet story of the year&lt;br /&gt;Something to take a glance at&lt;br /&gt;While the rest is left without a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a girl on the street, her brother is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;There’s a cry in the land, but no one to listen&lt;br /&gt;It’s the beauty we’re stealing&lt;br /&gt;It’s our hell that we’re bringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s here&lt;br /&gt;Gracing the covers&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring desires&lt;br /&gt;To stoke up the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s here&lt;br /&gt;Around her bare neck&lt;br /&gt;How many have gone to waste&lt;br /&gt;So she can stand above the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-116223491452396132?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/116223491452396132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=116223491452396132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116223491452396132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116223491452396132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/10/carats.html' title='Carats'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-116171866411543647</id><published>2006-10-24T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:37:45.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Velocity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A veces me gusta hacer este pequeño ejercicio: Trato de escribir una pieza como la que sigue, lo más rápido posible, con una idea general en la mente pero sin detenerme a pensar demasiado en lo que escribo. Es algo así como rapear sobre el papel (o procesador de texto, &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;). Por lo general los resultados no son de lo más halagadores, pero creo que en esta ocasión no fue tan malo. Empecé con la idea de verme involucrado en un terrible accidente automovilístico junto con algunas personas importantes en mi vida -antes solía tener este sueño recurrente donde siempre soy embestido por una minivan diferente, en una calle diferente, pero eso lo dejaremos para otra ocasión-, pero no quería hacer el tema tan obvio, al menos no desde el principio. Me gusta hacer una especie de auto-analisis después de escribir algo de esta forma. ¿El veredicto? Creo que en ese momento me encontraba algo insatisfecho. Lo escribí algunos días antes de la entrada anterior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Velocity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candies on the floor, everything left behind&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the roof, taking what’s not mine&lt;br /&gt;Breaking every promise, give you a new one later&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye for me, I don’t want to tell them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure’s over me, I really don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;The siren has gone, I can’t hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;I believe in nothingness, it’s so clever&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and tell, I never felt better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on today I cannot feel my head it’s probably in the bedroom lying next to your skin&lt;br /&gt;And I do seem lighter after all those steps towards the end of the street where the people don’t dream&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m sorry but now it’s not the right time so ask me again in a couple years I might be actually here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stop at the window that we broke when we didn’t care about anything&lt;br /&gt;And I think it’s so special to get to like one another when we’ve become so sickening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I dare you to jump, and fade away&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll stop your fall unless I forget&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to blame, but look at this face&lt;br /&gt;You will believe that all is OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the kids for a ride and fasten their seatbelts we’re driving sooooo fast everybody is screaming&lt;br /&gt;It’s just for a moment that you think of the perils but they’re quickly dismissed for it’s just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Then a moment of silence and everything seems to go slow much too slow and you wonder if you’re dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Debris and the wind in your face oh what have you done you did not hit the brakes are you thinking what I’m thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I crawl out of my mind to see that we were happy and complete after all&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no one in sight and I’m guessing this could be a good time to run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-116171866411543647?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/116171866411543647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=116171866411543647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116171866411543647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116171866411543647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/10/velocity.html' title='Velocity'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-116119830880012269</id><published>2006-10-18T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T14:05:08.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in this life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quienes no lo saben, Nine Inch Nails es mi banda favorita. Siempre he admirado la capacidad de Trent Reznor para mostrar, según lo entiendo yo, una belleza incomparable, pero extraída de todo aquello que es visceral, desgarrador e incluso transgresor. En general, creo que lo que escribo no se parece nada a lo suyo, tal vez porque lo suyo es demasiado explícito. Sin embargo, creo que si he sido muy influenciado por las letras mas melancólicas que ha hecho. En particular debo aceptar que la siguiente está influenciada por la letra de una canción de NIN llamada "&lt;em&gt;And all that could have been&lt;/em&gt;", una de mis favoritas. (No confundirla con la cancion llamada "&lt;em&gt;The great below&lt;/em&gt;", que incluye las palabras que dan título a "&lt;em&gt;And all that...&lt;/em&gt;"). Debo haberla escrito hace unos 5 meses, y es, bueno, triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the last stop&lt;br /&gt;Left everything behind me&lt;br /&gt;An effort not to look back&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got off&lt;br /&gt;That sudden fear of loss&lt;br /&gt;I wish you didn’t come&lt;br /&gt;And see what I’ve become (but you’re never gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nights seem so much longer&lt;br /&gt;My mind’s been torn asunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me here&lt;br /&gt;And don’t come back&lt;br /&gt;You only bring back memories&lt;br /&gt;Of my unfulfilled plans&lt;br /&gt;Because you never wanted&lt;br /&gt;To finish what you started&lt;br /&gt;And it’s tearing me away&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts I couldn’t tell&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;We’d just go back to the same old place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bliss&lt;br /&gt;All these things I need&lt;br /&gt;Not in this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me here&lt;br /&gt;And never come back&lt;br /&gt;You only pick up my pieces&lt;br /&gt;To spread them further apart&lt;br /&gt;Because you got me started&lt;br /&gt;And then you brought disaster&lt;br /&gt;And it’s eating me away&lt;br /&gt;These words I couldn’t say&lt;br /&gt;Even if it all just fades away&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you would still remain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-116119830880012269?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/116119830880012269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=116119830880012269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116119830880012269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116119830880012269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-in-this-life.html' title='Not in this life'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36244660.post-116118883705642513</id><published>2006-10-18T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:27:19.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um, creo que empezaré con una pequeña introducción. Finalmente me he decidido a publicar, aunque sea por este medio tan impersonal y simplista, mis pensamientos mas personales. Ásí que este blog quedará conformado por una selección de los poemas, canciones, odas, etc., que he escrito y que todavía tengo en mi poder, algunas en español, otras en inglés, así como una breve descripción sobre cada una, la cual pondré si tengo ganas, y si no, pues no. Creo que es momento de hacer este ejercicio, ya que a veces -todo el tiempo, en realidad- me resulta muy dificil escribir las entradas para el otro blog, y nunca me dejan satisfecho. Dicho lo anterior, no me considero ni remotamente cercano a ser un buen escritor (y si han leído &lt;em&gt;Al Fondo&lt;/em&gt; alguna vez, ya lo sabían), pero de alguna manera me resulta mucho mas sencillo escribir estas cosas que cuado intento hacerlos reir un poco con mi humor obvio y superficial. Tal vez este blog me refleje mejor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36244660-116118883705642513?l=elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/feeds/116118883705642513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36244660&amp;postID=116118883705642513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116118883705642513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36244660/posts/default/116118883705642513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elpezenelcielo.blogspot.com/2006/10/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Alex Barron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
