sábado, febrero 08, 2014

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Imágenes del programa La Qosecha, Conducido por Gloria Jaramillo
Las imágenes en cabina, Gloria, Sandra, Ana María, Jonathan


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  1. Team

    Wait 'til you’re announced
    We’ve not yet lost all our graces
    The hounds will stay in chains
    Look upon your greatness
    That you’ll send the call out
    (Send the call out [15x])

    Call all the ladies out
    They’re in their finery
    A hundred jewels on throats
    A hundred jewels between teeth
    Now bring my boys in
    Their skin in craters like the moon
    The moon we love like a brother, while he glows through the room

    Dancin' around the lies we tell
    Dancin' around big eyes as well
    Even the comatose they don’t dance and tell

    [Chorus]
    We live in cities you'll never see on screen
    Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things
    Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams
    And you know, we're on each other's team

    I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air, so there
    So all the cups got broke shards beneath our feet but it wasn’t my fault
    And everyone’s competing for a love they won't receive
    'Cause what this palace wants is release

    [Chorus]
    We live in cities you'll never see on screen
    Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things
    Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams
    And you know, we're on each other's team

    I’m kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air
    So there
    I’m kinda older than I was when I revelled without a care
    So there

    [Chorus]
    We live in cities you'll never see on screen
    Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things
    Living in ruins of the palace within my dreams
    And you know, we're on each other's team
    We're on each other's team
    And you know, we're on each other's team
    We're on each other's team
    And you know, and you know, and you know
    ---
    Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/team-lyrics-lorde.html#CqkDGi1Mf1CJ3TjK.99

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    Respuestas
    1. The Balloon

      I went to the sea of love, this noon
      I took it and put it in a blue balloon

      I brought this balloon, so blue
      all the way, especially for you

      So, quick, quick, quick
      Give this balloon a prick

      let's bathe in its content
      a sea of love, to never end

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    2. Trapped in a Prism

      Trapped in a Prism
      And there’s no way to tell
      Am I the one love
      Or am I sentenced to hell?

      Life trudges along love
      With everyday
      Am I the one love
      Or have you put me away?

      Some days it seems like
      All can be well
      Am I the one love
      Or did you swear not to tell?

      I cannot go on dear
      Life has not been so swell
      Am I the one dear
      Or is this my own cell?

      I’m in the pit now
      And that’s where I will dwell
      So please release me
      And put an end to this spell

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    3. platonic love

      my magic heart- shaped black coral
      and your zenith rock solid beauty
      ignite our inflammable
      emerald passions
      but I am a
      cock
      castrated by
      promises given to
      another hen, a fear gripped
      in the lion heart of mine to earn
      ignominious fame so I sing the song of
      love like a cage- bird though my rhythm stolen
      by the burden of life I descend every
      night to the roof of your fairy
      dreams though my
      wings are cut
      by
      the piping
      eyes of bigots,
      I hear the waves of the
      sound carry the urge of your
      mysterious mystic eyes though some
      jealous created a wall I smell your showering
      breath in the flowers though the gardener leads the
      bees after me some sharks make hindrance to
      taste your smile in the still waters still
      I pray to make you free from the
      blistering spell of charms of
      our love to be happy to
      prance around
      and
      give me
      all the pain of
      cuts of neighbours tongues.

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    4. platonic love

      my magic heart- shaped black coral
      and your zenith rock solid beauty
      ignite our inflammable
      emerald passions
      but I am a
      cock
      castrated by
      promises given to
      another hen, a fear gripped
      in the lion heart of mine to earn
      ignominious fame so I sing the song of
      love like a cage- bird though my rhythm stolen
      by the burden of life I descend every
      night to the roof of your fairy
      dreams though my
      wings are cut
      by
      the piping
      eyes of bigots,
      I hear the waves of the
      sound carry the urge of your
      mysterious mystic eyes though some
      jealous created a wall I smell your showering
      breath in the flowers though the gardener leads the
      bees after me some sharks make hindrance to
      taste your smile in the still waters still
      I pray to make you free from the
      blistering spell of charms of
      our love to be happy to
      prance around
      and
      give me
      all the pain of
      cuts of neighbours tongues.

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  2. August 1968

    The Ogre does what ogres can,
    Deeds quite impossible for Man,
    But one prize is beyond his reach,
    The Ogre cannot master Speech:
    About a subjugated plain,
    Among its desperate and slain,
    The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
    While drivel gushes from his lips.

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  3. Enivrez-Vous
    Enivrez-Vous

    Always be drunk.
    That's it!
    The great imperative!
    In order not to feel
    Time's horrid fardel
    bruise your shoulders,
    grinding you into the earth,
    get drunk and stay that way.
    On what?
    On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
    But get drunk.
    And if you sometimes happen to wake up
    on the porches of a palace,
    in the green grass of a ditch,
    in the dismal loneliness
    of your own room,
    your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
    ask the wind,
    the wave,
    the star,
    the bird,
    the clock,
    ask everything that flees,
    everything that groans
    or rolls
    or sings,
    everything that speaks,
    ask what time it is;
    and the wind,
    the wave,
    the star,
    the bird,
    the clock
    will answer you:
    "Time to get drunk!
    Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
    Get drunk!
    Stay drunk!
    On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

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    Respuestas
    1. The New Jerusalem

      And did those feet in ancient time
      Walk upon England's mountains green?
      And was the holy Lamb of God
      On England's pleasant pastures seen?
      And did the Countenance Divine
      Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
      And was Jerusalem builded here
      Among these dark Satanic Mills?

      Bring me my bow of burning gold!
      Bring me my arrows of desire!
      Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
      Bring me my charriot of fire!

      I will not cease from mental fight,
      Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
      Till we have built Jerusalem
      In England's green and pleasant land.

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    2. Kiss of my Love

      Your beauty overwhelms me
      As I wrap my arms around you
      I press your softness tight
      Great passion fills my inner being
      I'm captured in your embrace
      Your eyes control my very soul
      The touch of your lips, heaven
      Forever frozen in time
      All else fades into nothing

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    3. Can I Forget You?

      When I can no longer
      depend on my muse
      to guide heart and hand.


      Pen and paper lying
      beside me, not a word
      forth coming.


      Paper turning yellow
      with age, my eyes close
      for the last time, I


      breathe my final breath
      can I forget you?

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    4. I know what love is!

      I know what seeing is!
      As I saw you that day for the first time
      So I know what liking is!

      I know what striking is!
      As I stroke stone against stone
      So I know what the spark is!

      I know what rubbing is!
      As I rubbed heart against heart
      So I know what love is!

      I know what caring is!
      As I had been used to it since we met
      So I know what soft touch is!

      I know what fire is!
      As I had been burning along with you
      So I know what nectar is!

      I know what compassion is!
      As I have experienced it with you
      So I know what affection is!

      I know what addiction is!
      As I have been addicted to the smell of you
      So I know what obsession is!

      I know what memory is!
      As I have experienced the break up
      So I know what the hurt is!

      I know what mistake is!
      As I have been the victim of misjudgement
      So I know what reconciliation is!

      I know what longing is!
      As I have suffered from emptiness
      So I know what she is!

      I know what losing is!
      As I have lost in the rough wind
      So I know what I miss!

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    5. Bitter Blow of Love

      Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
      You lay me cross the mortal plains,
      Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
      Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
      To weep at my enduring foe

      Of harsh reality – searing pains of
      Destiny: dependable propensity
      To fool myself repeatedly
      That I could ever triumph over love!

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  4. Elogio al Aprendizaje

    ¡Aprende las cosas elementarias!
    ¡Para aquellos a quienes les ha llegado la hora nunca es demasadio tarde!
    Aprende el abecedario. No bastará,
    ¡pero apréndolo! ¡No dejes que te desanimen!
    ¡Comienza! Debes saber todo.
    Tienes que ser dirigente.
    ¡Aprende, hombre en el asilo!
    ¡Aprende, hombre en la prisión!
    ¡Aprende, mujer en la cocina!
    ¡Aprende, tú que tienes 60 años!
    Tienes que ser dirigente.
    ¡Busca la esquela, tú que no tienes casa!

    ¡No tengas miedo de preguntar, camarada!
    No dejes que te induzcan a nada.
    ¡Investiga por ti mismo!
    Lo que no sepas tú mismo no lo conoces.
    Examina los detalles a fondo;
    eres tú él que paga las consequencias.
    Pon tu dedo en cada detalle, pregunta: ¿Cómo llegó esto aqui?
    Tienes que ser dirigente.

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    Respuestas
    1. Childe Roland to
      the Dark Tower Came




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    2. My first thought was, he lied in every word,
      That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
      Askance to watch the working of his lie
      On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
      Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
      Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

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    3. What else should he be set for, with his staff?
      What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
      All travellers who might find him posted there,
      And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
      Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
      For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,

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    4. If at his council I should turn aside
      Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
      Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
      I did turn as he pointed: neither pride
      Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,
      So much as gladness that some end might be.

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    5. For, what with my whole world-wide wandering,
      What with my search drawn out through years, my hope
      Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope
      With that obstreperous joy success would bring, -
      I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring
      My heart made, finding failure in its scope

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    6. As when a sick man very near to death
      Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end
      The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,
      And hears one bid the other go, draw breath
      Freelier outside, ('since all is o'er,' he saith,
      'And the blow fallen no grieving can amend';)

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    7. While some discuss if near the other graves
      Be room enough for this, and when a day
      Suits best for carrying the corpse away,
      With care about the banners, scarves and staves:
      And still the man hears all, and only craves
      He may not shame such tender love and stay.

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  5. Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest,
    Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ
    So many times among 'The Band' - to wit,
    The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed
    Their steps - that just to fail as they, seemed best,
    And all the doubt was now - should I be fit?

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  6. So, quiet as despair, I turned from him,
    That hateful cripple, out of his highway
    Into the path he pointed. All the day
    Had been a dreary one at best, and dim
    Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim
    Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.

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  7. For mark! no sooner was I fairly found
    Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,
    Than, pausing to throw backward a last view
    O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round:
    Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound.
    I might go on; naught else remained to do.

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    Respuestas
    1. So, on I went. I think I never saw
      Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:
      For flowers - as well expect a cedar grove!
      But cockle, spurge, according to their law
      Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
      You'd think: a burr had been a treasure-trove.

      No! penury, inertness and grimace,
      In some strange sort, were the land's portion. 'See
      Or shut your eyes,' said Nature peevishly,
      'It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
      'Tis the Last Judgement's fire must cure this place,
      Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.'

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    2. If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk
      Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents
      Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents
      In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to balk
      All hope of greeness? 'tis a brute must walk
      Pushing their life out, with a brute's intents.

      As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair
      In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud
      Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.
      One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,
      Stood stupefied, however he came there:
      Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!

      Alive? he might be dead for aught I know,
      With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain,
      And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;
      Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;
      I never saw a brute I hated so;
      He must be wicked to deserve such pain.

      I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart.
      As a man calls for wine before he fights,
      I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
      Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
      Think first, fight afterwards - this soldier's art:
      One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

      Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face
      Beneath its garniture of curly gold,
      Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold
      An arm in mine to fix me to the place,
      That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace!
      Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold.

      Giles then, the soul of honour - there he stands
      Frank as ten years ago when knighted first.
      What honest man should dare (he said) he durst.
      Good - but the scene shifts - faugh! what hangman-hands
      Pin to his breast a parchment? His own bands
      Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst!

      Better this present than a past like that;
      Back therefore to my darkening path again!
      No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.
      Will the night send a howlet or a bat?
      I asked: when something on the dismal flat
      Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train.

      A sudden little river crossed my path
      As unexpected as a serpent comes.
      No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;
      This, as it frothed by, might have been a bath
      For the fiend's glowing hoof - to see the wrath
      Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes.

      So petty yet so spiteful! All along,
      Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it;
      Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit
      Of mute despair, a suicidal throng:
      The river which had done them all the wrong,
      Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit.

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    3. Which, while I forded, - good saints, how I feared
      To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek,
      Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek
      For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!
      - It may have been a water-rat I speared,
      But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek.

      Glad was I when I reached the other bank.
      Now for a better country. Vain presage!
      Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,
      Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank
      Soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank,
      Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage -

      The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque.
      What penned them there, with all the plain to choose?
      No foot-print leading to that horrid mews,
      None out of it. Mad brewage set to work
      Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk
      Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.

      And more than that - a furlong on - why, there!
      What bad use was that engine for, that wheel,
      Or brake, not wheel - that harrow fit to reel
      Men's bodies out like silk? with all the air
      Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware,
      Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel.

      Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood,
      Next a marsh, it would seem, and now mere earth
      Desperate and done with; (so a fool finds mirth,
      Makes a thing and then mars it, till his mood
      Changes and off he goes!) within a rood -
      Bog, clay and rubble, sand and stark black dearth.

      Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim,
      Now patches where some leanness of the soil's
      Broke into moss or substances like boils;
      Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in him
      Like a distorted mouth that splits its rim
      Gaping at death, and dies while it recoils.

      And just as far as ever from the end!
      Naught in the distance but the evening, naught
      To point my footstep further! At the thought,
      A great black bird, Apollyon's bosom-friend,
      Sailed past, not beat his wide wing dragon-penned
      That brushed my cap - perchance the guide I sought.

      For, looking up, aware I somehow grew,
      'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place
      All round to mountains - with such name to grace
      Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view.
      How thus they had surprised me, - solve it, you!
      How to get from then was no clearer case.

      Yet half I seemed to recognise some trick
      Of mischief happened to me, God knows when -
      In a bad dream perhaps. Here ended, the,
      Progress this way. When, in the very nick
      Of giving up, one time more, came a click
      As when a trap shuts - you're inside the den!

      Burningly it came on me all at once,
      This was the place! those two hills on the right,
      Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;
      While to the left, a tall scalped mountain...Dunce,
      Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce,
      After a life spent training for the sight!

      What in the midst lay but the Tower itself?
      The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart,
      Built of brown stone, without a counterpart
      In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf
      Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf
      He strikes on, only when the timbers start.

      Not see? because of night perhaps? - why, day
      Came back again for that! before it left,
      The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:
      The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay,
      Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, -
      'Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!'

      Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolled
      Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears
      Of all the lost adventurers my peers, -
      How such a one was strong, and such was bold,
      And such was fortunate, yet each of old
      Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

      There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met
      To view the last of me, a living frame
      For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
      I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
      Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
      And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.'

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    4. platonic love

      my magic heart- shaped black coral
      and your zenith rock solid beauty
      ignite our inflammable
      emerald passions
      but I am a
      cock
      castrated by
      promises given to
      another hen, a fear gripped
      in the lion heart of mine to earn
      ignominious fame so I sing the song of
      love like a cage- bird though my rhythm stolen
      by the burden of life I descend every
      night to the roof of your fairy
      dreams though my
      wings are cut
      by
      the piping
      eyes of bigots,
      I hear the waves of the
      sound carry the urge of your
      mysterious mystic eyes though some
      jealous created a wall I smell your showering
      breath in the flowers though the gardener leads the
      bees after me some sharks make hindrance to
      taste your smile in the still waters still
      I pray to make you free from the
      blistering spell of charms of
      our love to be happy to
      prance around
      and
      give me
      all the pain of
      cuts of neighbours tongues.

      Eliminar

Qué rico las opiniones son bienvenidas.
Gracias,
Ana María - Penélope