¡México, Música, Mágica!: On my way...

Sunday, 16 September 2007

On my way...

In just under two weeks i will be leaving Guatemala and returning to México to live and work in Mexico City.
I am lucky to have found an amazing job in DF working for a professional artist in Lomas de Chapultepec.
I am hoping to enroll at the Tec again and start studying in the mornings. Its my dream job come true so fingers crossed that things will go as planned.
All being well, i should have some cool visitors in the next few months all the way from the USA.
It will be sad to leave Guatemala city.. I love it!

My birthday is coming up so i am going to start planning a big party with Antuan in San Luis Potosí. I want Fireworks, a Piñata, Balloons, a huge cake and so on and so on. I am thinking to have a "London-México" semi theme as all the old friends from Europe will be there together again! Its going to be alot of fun.

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É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol
É peroba no campo, é o nó da madeira Caingá candeia, é o matita-pereira
É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira
É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão, festa da cumeeira
É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira
É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira Passarinho na mao, pedra de atiradeira
É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão
É um regato, é; uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho No rosto um desgosto, é um pouco sozinho
A stick, a stone,It's the end of the road,It's the rest of a stump,It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass,It is life, it's the sun,It is night, it is death,It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms,A fox in the brush,A knot in the wood,The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind,A cliff, a fall,A scratch, a lump,It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free,It's the end of the slope,It's a beam, it's a void,It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talksof the waters of March,It's the end of the strain,The joy in your heart
The foot, the ground,The flesh and the bone,The beat of the road,A slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash,A silvery glow,A fight, a bet,The range of a bow
The bed of the well,The end of the line,The dismay in the face,It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike,A point, a nail,A drip, a drop,The end of the tale
A truckload of bricksin the soft morning light,The shot of a gunin the dead of the night
A mile, a must,A thrust, a bump,It's a girl, it's a rhyme,It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house,The body in bed,And the car that got stuck,It's the mud, it's the mud
Afloat, adrift,A flight, a wing,A hawk, a quail,The promise of spring
And the riverbank talksof the waters of March,It's the promise of lifeIt's the joy in your heart
A stick, a stone, It's the end of the roadIt's the rest of a stump,It's a little alone
A snake, a stick,It is John, it is Joe,It's a thorn in your handand a cut in your toe
A point, a grain, A bee, a bite,A blink, a buzzard,A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, A sting, a pain,A snail, a riddle,A wasp, a stain
A pass in the mountains,A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelvesrode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,A lonesome road
A sliver of glass,A life, the sun,A knife, a death,The end of the run
And the riverbank talks of the waters of March,It's the end of all strain,It's the joy in your heart.

You've got such a pretty smile
Its a shame the things you hide behind it
Let em go
Give it up for a while,
Let em free and we will both go find it

I know theres nowhere you can hide it
I know the feeling of alone
I know that you do not feel invited
But, come back, come back in from the cold

Tell me how you really feel
Tell me what is on the inside of you
All the somethings you conceal
Only keep away the ones who love you

Step away then from the edge
Your best friend is life is not your mirror
Back away, come away
Back away, come away
Back away, come away
Back away, come away
Back away, come away
Back away, come away
I am here and I will be forever

I know theres nowhere you can hide it
I know the feeling of alone
Trust me and dont keep that on the inside
Soon you'll be locked out on your own

Youre not alone
Youre not alone
And dont say youve never been told
I'll be with you til we grow old
till Im in the ground and Im cold
Im not sitting up here on some throne
Like a dog you can always come home
Dig up a bone
Look around

Cuando todo acabó, cuando todo se habló
Cuando por fin entiendes que el pasado pasó
Visto desde el final, no estuvimos tan mal
Los momentos hermosos siempre perdurarán
Entiende por favor que aunque sienta dolor
Desde que te conozco soy un hombre mejor

Creí que indudablemente podía botarte de repente
Fíjate si estaba equivocado
Siendo tú quien me ha botado

Quiero darte una despedida, que recuerdes toda la vida
Esta noche venir tan solo, a que nos demos el último polvo
Quizás parezca pedir demasiado, pero yo sé que tu también lo has deseado
Y si mañana se termina todo, será después de nuestro último polvo

Tanta desilusión, tanta desolación
Hoy es de cada uno lo que fue de los dos
Y ahora habrá que esperar lo que pueda pasar
No debe haber comienzo si no ha habido final
Y cuando salga el sol nos diremos adiós
Todo será distinto para nosotros dos

Yo descubrí el área nunca antes visitada
Del lado oscuro de tu almohada
Yo pasé mi lengua por el borde de tu cara
Probé tus lágrimas saladas

Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
The singer in the band made me want to cry
We’re all inside our own heads now
We are leaving new friends
We are leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns Once again I’ll be the foolish one
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
Don’t you worry, don’t get in a state
I don’t believe in true love anyway
Who’s being pessimistic now
I could document this as our first and our last row
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm
I won’t be seeing you for a long while.. I hope it’s not as long as a country mile
I feel lost
I feel lost

¡México, Música, Mágica!

Sunday, 16 September 2007

On my way...

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