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Which Floor

Cigarrettes smoked by the light of a bulb
Words are meant to be said again
Your face, pale white, is blushing at once
Things you’ve said I didn’t hear

Up the elevator
Lusty eyes; no need of translator
Down the elevator
No return; you’ve turned on my crater

Too much warmth, so little the space
Time gets stuck. Yes! That’s my zip
In an out, muy senses blacked out
You made me feel like I was on a trip

Up the elevator
Hardly straightness could have been straighter
Down the elevator
You made me feel, you made me feel I was the fucking master

And I still recall your sweet taste and smell
How could have forgotten the way that you yelled
And I still remember those words I won’t spell
And I still believe when you leave me you got insane

Cigarrettes smoked by the light of a bulb
Words are meant to be said again

Honey Eyes

Unless those rotters cut my tongue and their lash break me up
I’ll always find the way to be the gospeler of your wonders

Even if sorrow spoil my soul and pain tears my heart apart
I’ll always know how to make you sparkle and laugh with my blunders

Despite death may come for me this very night
At first light I’ll come back to you with the strength of the thunder

Honey eyes
Skin of vanilla
Sweet milk teeth
You’re my manna

BRIDGE

After ten thousand lifes making love every single night
You still bring mysteries to me and make my passion refunded

Not even in a million more I’d reach your wise
It’s from your whispers, sighs and words that I’m dreadfully hunger

Honey eyes, honey eyes
Noble blood goodess
Will give birth Manuela
Aaaaaauuuuuuhhh!!!!

BRIDGE

I did not believe in love at first sight Chorus (In love at first sight)
Until that very night Chorus (Until that very night)
You set my heart alight Chorus (Honey eyes, honey eyes, honey eyes)

I did not believe in love at first bite Chorus (In love at first bite)
Then I saw your eyes ignite Chorus (I saw your eyes ignite)
And understood the mening of the verb to excite Chorus (Honey eyes, honey eyes, honey eyes)

I was not told about Snow-White Chorus (About Snow-white)
But I tasted your apples bright Chorus (Your apples bright)
And became your shining armour knight Chorus (Honey eyes, honey eyes, honey eyes)

Now hold me tight and please darling slight Chorus (Please darling slight)
If I can’t help recite Chorus (Cannot help recite)
My devote pray to your amazing honey eyes Chorus (Honey eyes, honey eyes)

Honey eyes, Honey eyes Chorus (Honey eyes, honey eyes)
Honey eyes, Honey eyes Chorus (Honey eyes, honey eyes)
Honey eyes, Honey eyes

Tell me why

As I can’t
Understand
Here I am
At your command

If I could
If you will
Point the hood
Pay my bill

Don’t know why
Don’t know when
I’m not allowed
To see you again

Don’t know why
Don’t know when
You forbade me
To be your man

(Chorus repeat: If I only could) If I could know what I did wrong x 4

Here I am
Once again
Completely insane
Facing a gun

Endless care
Take my share
I’m so alone
Since you’ve gone

Don’t know why
Don’t know when
I’m not allowed
To see you again

Don’t know why
Don’t know when
You forbade me
To be your man

(Chorus repeat: If you only could) If you only could tell me why x 4

Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why…
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why…
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why...

Watchmen

Ezekiel 25/17

Yes my dear, of course I love you too.
But I can barely recall our last screw.
Don’t wanna hear your alibis,
For there is something else into your eyes.

I miss your mouth, your butt, your perfect boobs.
So tired I am of whores and pulling off.
Don’t shut that door I’m not an orc,
And it’s plain to see that we need to have a talk.

Then her cell rang and I pressed the green button,
So much pain and anger out of pattern.
For that horny words on the receiver,
Belonged to my best friend Vincent Vega.

Hey, wait buddy… tell me that you are jocking.
Is my girl the one that you’ve been fucking.
Murder rage explosion in my stomach.
I’m gonna smash you till you are in komma…

…And I will stike upon thee
with great vengeance and furious anger
those who attempt to poison
and destroy my brothers…

When I got through that sorrow and so much pain
Realised all that anger was in vain.
I left the wrong path of kill and plunder.
From now on I’ll live my days of wonder.

Yesterday I put flowers on their graves.
Since that night’s been raining for decades.
But everytime I knee by the tomb they rest
My chest suggest I didn’t do my best.

Then her cell rang and I pressed the green button,
So much pain and anger out of pattern.
For that horny words on the receiver,
Belonged to my best friend Vincent Vega.

Hey, wait buddy, tell me that you are jocking (or maybe not)
Is my girl the one that you’ve been fucking (of course you know)
Murder rage explosion in my stomach (cannot control)
I’m gonna smash you till you are in komma…

…And you will know my name is the Lord
When I lay my vengeance upon thee…

How did you dare to do this to me… (Chorus repeat)x3

Oh Vincent, my love, how did you dare to do this to me
I would have been yours till the end of times.
She was just a scort, a distraction for bedtimes.
But you had fuck it up. You fucked it up well.So screw you, son of a bitch. I’ll see you in hell!

Dreaming of vampires

Do you know what’s blue?
That we are like you.
In my fantasies and dreams,
We are exactly like you.

We long for blood, that’s true
There’s no more precious bijou.
No more than water, love or sunshine
is mandatory for you.

Don’t die or get old, of course.
Some may think this is the worst curse.
Wisdom, glamour and allure
enough reasons to blur.

All your miseries, fears and screams.
Everything related to human beings.
None of this gets better.

I miss daylight, songs and taste the food,
Hearts beating, flowers about to bloom.
How did it feel when touching you,
And worrying about someone anew.

I recall life and how it was simple
When people were just people:
Cunts, cocks, passion and hard nipples,
And not something what to feed of…

I remember how it used to be
Laughting, crying, feeling
hapiness, sadness…, something.

Suddenly, she stopped her talk
Bells rang sunrise o’clock.
Are you crying? I inquired
Just before I opened my eyes.

We do not cry, she replied.
Pyre of tears burning on fire.
As always warned the crier,
That woman was a damned liar.

Alegría de vivir

Buenos días chica guapa!
Guau, qué morenita estás!
Y qué apretadita! Qué recia! Qué morena! (qué apetecible piensan todos para sus adentros... Ellas también).

A todos sonríe Elsa, para todos ellos tiene en su rostro el gesto limpio, en sus ojos una mirada coherente y sincera, en su boca la palabra exacta. Cuesta lo mismo echar sapos y culebras por la boca que rosas y diamantes, piensa ella. Pero hay que tener cuidado: en excesivas rosas siempre pasa desapercibida una espina; los diamantes a su vez son fríos y cortan como nada en este mundo. Elsa mide la cantidad con ojo experto. Fragancia y brillos caleidoscópicos arrastra a su paso. Cuando llega a su puesto de trabajo, sus compañeros aún omnubilados van recuperando paulatinamente la rigidez de sus rostros. Momentos más tarde no son capaces de recordar el motivo de esa estúpida sonrisa; la erradican. Concentración, productividad, resultados. A lleva a B. La suma de las dos lleva a C... Entonces llega la hora del café y el astro reanuda su danza, esta vez a la inversa...

Hasta luego guapetona!
Qué moreno más chulo!
Y qué apretadita! Qué recia! Qué morena! (qué apetecible piensan todos para sus adentros... Ellas también).

Y yo, que vivo bajo el peso de la maldición que me impide contemplar este portentoso milagro, atesoro en secreto la mayor de las felicidades pues pocos son los mortales que saben (o se atreven a ver) que el brillo de mis ojos no es sino el reflejo de la alborada y del cenit del que sólo yo soy espectador. Todos los días, cada día, la estrella que ahora contempláis con devoción, nace y se pone en mi cama. Decidme pues, si sois capaces, si no es posible que confunda felicidad con locura.

Tú, mi alegría de vivir.
Tú, que me dueles de tanto que me das.
Tú, a cuya vera la razón pierde el sentido.
Tú, mi amor eterno e incombustible.

Elsa. Guapa!

Bachelor's song

Now, my friend
It’s time to amend.
Don’t throw the dice
And take my advice.

Marrying that girl
You’ll sign your end.
Farewell the raves,
And sex depraves.

While still have time you’d better run….
Run, run, run, run… You’d better run.
It’s not too late for you already can run.
Run, run, run… Run as fast as you can!
If you don’t run then you’re done man….
If you don’t run then you’re nothing but a silent lamb.
What only matters is fun. Man have fun.
Don’t forget to have fun. We are lizards and fun is our sun.
Fun is sun. Fun is sun. Fun is sun…
For our cold blood fun is like the sun. Fun is sun. Fun is sun.
For our cold blood fun is like the sun…

Bear it mind!

While still have time you’d better run….
Run, run, run, run… You’d better run.
It’s not too late for you already can run.
Run, run, run… Run as fast as you can!
If you don’t run then you’re done man….
If you don’t run then you’re nothing but a silent lamb.
What only matters is fun. Man have fun.
Don’t forget to have fun. We are lizards and fun is our sun.
Fun is sun. Fun is sun. Fun is sun…

No my friend, please do not spoil this way your life.
Why d’you pay such a expensive price?
So don’t think twice, and…

While still have time you’d better run….
Run, run, run, run… You’d better run.
It’s not too late for you already can run.
Run, run, run… Run as fast as you can!
If you don’t run then you’re done man….
If you don’t run then you’re nothing but a silent lamb.
What only matters is fun. Man have fun.
Don’t forget to have fun. We are lizards and fun is our sun.
Fun is sun. Fun is sun. Fun is sun…
For our cold blood fun is like the sun. Fun is sun. Fun is sun.
For our cold blood fun is like the sun. Fun is sun. Fun is sun.
We’re night creatures. Don’t waste your life. Fun is sun. Fun is sun.If you don’t run you’d better bite the gun. Fun is sun. Fun is sun.

Travis Bickle

Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talking, talking to me (x2)

Then who the hell else are you talking to…
Who the fuck d’you think you're talking to?
Well I'm the only one here with you
You make the move. It's your move...

I am God's lonely man
My life’s taken a turn.
In a long continuous chain,
Days can go over again.

There is nothing but the filth
In this sewer where I live
Never was a choice for me
Now it’s plain to see

Some bad ideas in my head
Suddenly, there is a change
Do I suffer a derange
Or a fucking grange?

Listen fuckers, you screwheads.
Here’s one who would not take.
A man against scum,
Sticked to his gun

Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere.
In cars, in parks, even in bars... There is no escape… Going nowhere.

Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talking, talking to me (x2)

Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talk, talking to
Talking, talking to me (x2)

Suck on this!

End of Party

A thousand times
Make up for a lot
So I'll decide
Try to bring my own

The sand is on my fingers
The salt in my pants
Music almost over
I'll do it right here

And the waves come
The waves go
And the waves come
The waves go

A hundred times
She tried us to come
The sun has rised
Better three than five

The sand is on my fingers
The salt in my pants
Music almost over
I'll do it right here

And the waves come
The waves go
And the waves come
The waves go

End of party...

It's not your fault

Maybe would be better
To leave it until later
Look, we are in lather
And this screw could last for ever

Baby if you were clever
You’d give me boot or tether
But think twice you should weather
I’ve been loving you since ever

Moments of reflection
That steal me satisfaction
All I need is concentration
So don’t look in my direction

Sexual anihilation
From a passing infatuation
It used to be so candy
And now prendend I’m randy

Maybe we should rather
Confess our love is shattered
Instead of bury it in clatter
And pretend it doesn’t matter

Ties about to sever
Breaking links for ever
No use hostages as lever
to gain more time together

It’s not your fault (x 3)
Keep your sorrow in my vault
It’s not your fault
Please believe me it’s not your fault
It’s not your fault (x 2)
Truth on wounds stings like salt

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Moments of reflection
That steal me satisfaction
All I need is concentration
So don’t look in my direction

Sexual anihilation
From a passing infatuation
It used to be so candy
And now prendend I’m randy

It’s not your fault

It’s not your fault

Zoo cuántico

Breve historia del futuro

Los hijos de Hurin

Vibraciones contagiosas

El ocaso del huevo frito

Kaká, estás acabado...

Bardín el superrealista

La venganza de la Tierra

El ocaso del huevo frito

Gastronomía molecular, deconstrucción de los alimentos, batidos de dióxido de carbono, mouse bañada en nitrógeno líquido..., son algunas de las nuevas recetas de los chef más prestigiosos del mundo. ¿En el futuro, habrá cocinas o laboratorios?

“Señoras, señores... Bienvenidos al ‘Restaurant du Futur’. El menú de hoy incluye un delicioso aperitivo de polvo de palomitas, al que seguirá una digestiva sopa de arcilla blanca. De segundo, podrán elegir entre una nutritiva hamburguesa impresa en papel comestible acompañada de ensalada de flores, o sushi de casquería de pescado envuelto en celofán comestible. Y, de postre, nuestras célebres lentejas de miel y leche eléctrica... Por supuesto, el freón aguado, el pan líquido y el caviar de café están incluidos en el precio”.

Cuando en 1932, el poeta Filippo Marinetti publicó su ‘Manifiesto de la cocina Futurista’, donde argumentaba en contra de los platos tradicionales y proponía recetas con ingredientes como grasas sintéticas y vitaminas, a las que denominó "conjuntos plásticos comestibles", lejos estaba de imaginar que, casi ocho décadas después, las innovaciones de los chef más prestigiosos del mundo se acercarían tanto a sus postulados. Y es que, después de darse una vuelta por alguna de las cumbres internacionales de Gastronomía, uno diría que la cocina de la abuela no parece tener muchos seguidores. Allí no se habla de ingredientes, sino de materias primas; ya no se llevan los productos de la huerta, sino los jardines comestibles; y la gastronomía molecular ha sustituido definitivamente al recetario.

Así que, antes de amohinarte la próxima vez que te ofrezcan una deliciosa casquería de pescado, piensa que hace tan sólo un siglo, comerse un langostino no estaba mejor visto que succionarle el vientre a una cucaracha. Uno de estos cocineros innovadores es Juan Mari Arzak. Fan irreductible de las presentaciones minimalistas y del empleo del dióxido de carbono para cocinar, Arzak nos vuelve a sorprender con un plato a base de arcilla blanca, a la que atribuye milagrosas propiedades digestivas. Por su parte, el ‘Alquimista de la cocina’, como se conoce a Ferrán Adrià, tras deleitarnos con los frutos de su deconstrucción gastronómica (tortilla de patata líquida, mojito en sifón, ostras con aire de zanahoria...), se ha convertido en un ferviente promotor de la simbiosis entre lo dulce y lo salado. La también catalana Montse Estruch predica las bondades de las recetas con flores y nos sorprende con su pescado San Pedro envuelto en celofán comestible.


Si las propuestas nacionales se te antojan un pelín estrafalarias, espera a conocer lo que nos viene de fuera: El menú molecular del estadounidense Grant Achatz, por ejemplo, incluye hojas de puré de garbanzos en una lámina dura de plástico congelada. También sirve un plato de parafina con caldo y una aguja clavada en la que va pinchada una papa.
El japonés Seiji Yamamoto, además de inventar las salsas de diseño (dibuja un código de barras o una hoja de periódico en un plato con tinta de calamar), utiliza una técnica llamada ‘ikesime’ para sacrificar los pescados y evitar el rigor mortis.
El chef Homaru Cantu tiene una impresora en la cocina e imprime, en papel comestible (de soja) con tinta de calamar o de tomate, la imagen de una bandeja de sushi o de una hamburguesa. No es el único que prepara este tipo de plato, también lo hacen Charlie Trotter, Wylie Dufresne y Josh DeChellis. Algunos hasta utilizan vajilla comestible.


Las posibilidades parecen hacerse infinitas en la cocina moderna. Existen nuevas texturas, presentaciones e ingredientes como el nitrógeno líquido, helio, alginato sódico o cloruro de calcio, hasta se habla de métodos de cocción con rayo láser. En el nuevo milenio, los chef han devenido en investigadores, casi científicos... Pero todavía quedan los que defienden la tradición como el español Santi Santamaría, que en la última edición de Madrid Fusión sorprendió a todos criticando a la vanguardia con una frase demoledora: "la buena cocina se defeca". Resiste abuelita: no todo está perdido..., digo deconstruido.

El niño con el pijama a rayas

La carretera

Corsarios de Levante

El agua que hizo el mundo

Bosques mitológicos