miércoles, 24 de octubre de 2012
martes, 9 de octubre de 2012
When you were young (The Killers)
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go
We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you Used to live
When you were young
They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
When you were young
I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go
We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you Used to live
When you were young
They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
When you were young
I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know
viernes, 7 de septiembre de 2012
Tiempos idos
En otro tiempo una foto como esa, en la se toma la protesta
al rector de la universidad en presencia del gobernador, aun cuando el rector
fuera de cepa priista sería una vergüenza para el rector, para los ahí
presentes y para la comunidad universitaria en general. La presencia de una
autoridad como esa era una transgresión a la autonomía.
Pero los tiempos cambian, el capitalismo nos ha vuelto
individualistas, preferible el confort de ser bendecido por el sistema y que el
pasado pase a formar parte de esa sombra borrosa y olvidada. Esa es la impresión que dejan aquellos que en su momento fueron mis maestros. Curiosamente los primeros detractores de un sistema como éste los encontré en la universidad, y ellos mismos se convirtieron en sus primeros practicantes.
jueves, 30 de agosto de 2012
Mi olvidado blog
Este, mi olvidado blog, hasta por mi, no se si él necesita que yo lo alimente o si es necesidad mía alimentarme por medio de su alimentación.
Estaré en esto de no dejar que muera de hambre o de abandono.
Estaré en esto de no dejar que muera de hambre o de abandono.
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We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds
With suspicious minds
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds
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- Antonio Reyes Cortés
- Fresnillo, Zacatecas, Mexico
- Apócrifo en sentido estricto: "textos no recogidos en la lista de las Escrituras". Eso es lo que escribo.
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