Kerido diario...
Definitivamente esto me deja a mi sin palabras... despues dicen ke nosotros somos los "malos"... OooooooooooooooK............
Recordemos una madre. Que esto de la blogosfera esta infestada de culturosos. Los blogs corren a nuestro capricho, y lo utilizamos como cuaderno de notas, tablero publicitario o anecdotario abstracto y rebuscado. Aquí, a lo sumo, se forman debates y concursos estilo "Rival Mas Debil", y por mucho, escribir es la versión social y divertida de intelectualizar y ser leido. Nuestro premio??? -No tenemos ni ganamos nada con este Blog, aunke la gente (generalmente personas de la Comunidad Futbolera) crea ke lo hacemos con algun objetivo o lucro para hacernos famosos o para codearnos con escritores locales diske chingones en bares locales para empinar el pomo y ponernos hasta la madre (a no, eso si lo hacemos, y tambien lloramos las penas con el alcohol y el xxx). Nosotros no tenemos problemas con la gente ke conocemos, sino con los ke no nos kieren conocer por mamones o nose, simplemente porke estamos feos. Ke kede claro, no volveremos a faltar el respeto aki en este Blog, simplemente ke se ponga el saco a kien le kede, y ke los "huevudos" ke entren en nuestro H. Tag Board a cagarnos el palo, se atengan a ke si no tenemos nada ke hacer, si la weva esta en su maxima expresion, si no tenemos tarea, si no estamos llorando nuestras penas, les contestaremos sus dudas, preguntas o mamadas (sabemos kienes son anonimos y los ke salen directamente de sus casas, esto gracias a una pendejadita llamada IP) a su vez, les deseamos a esos "anonimos feloncillos" a esparcir migajas de su grandilocuente intelecto o interesantísima vida artística deportiva.
Despues de ke hace unos meses alla por Diciembre, entraramos en una gran polemica por esta Bitacora, nosotros dejamos de hacer lo ke estabamos haciendo (verga, eso fue un comentario culturoso). Por desgracia, "ellos" todavía lo hacen!!! Los pocos culturosos que aun mantienen su ego chingon (si, ustedes saben kienes) todavía escriben teorias indigestas nacidas de su psicosis intelectualizada. Obvio, no van a poner cosas sobre su agenda de viajes al extranjero y asistencias a bienales, conferencias y lecturas, ni van a escribir relatos aburridos que conciben a la hora de la comida. Por fortuna, el crecimiento de ésto que llaman blogosfera ha logrado que a nadie le interese un comino lo que hacen.
Es cuando nace una pizca de sus grandes conocimientos, de ke son unas vergas o de ke simplemente kieren 5 minutos de fama (si, porke eso tardas en leer este post keno? y el protagonista es "protagonista" mientras sigamos leyendo sus TAGS)... cheken este TAG:
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life
Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life!
One thing I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me, will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried
so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so far
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter...
salucita!!!
