Can you imagine ???

Can you imagine ???

.. te lo imaginas...

Just beeing methaphorical...

I was just beeing methaphorical...

"he can win or loose the game, all by himself..."

wich reminds me of a goog song by bo Seger... against the wind...

It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playing low
And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
'Til there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove
And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then

Against the wind
We were runnin' against the wind
We were young and strong, we were runnin'
Against the wind

The years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was living to run and running to live
Never worryied about paying or even how much I owed
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searching
Searching for shelter again and again

Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter sgainst the wind

Well those drifter's days are past me now
I've got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out

Against the wind
I'm still runnin' against the wind
I'm older now but still runnin' against the wind
Well I'm older now and still runnin'
Against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind

Still runnin'
I'm still runnin' against the wind
I'm still runnin'
I'm still runnin' against the wind
Still runnin'
Runnin' against the wind
Runnin' against the wind
See the young man run
Watch the young man run
Watch the young man runnin'
He'll be runnin' against the wind
Let the cowboys ride
Let the cowboys ride
They'll be ridin' against the wind
Against the wind ...

Some more goog stuff

... and now that i'm a little bit feelling kind of blue, this is another song and story... it seems to be a lot of of Metallica tonite... but this songs are heart touching songs...

Nothing Else Matters...

So close, no matter how far

Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
‘Cause nothing else matters

I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we do it our way
All these words I just don’t say
‘Cause nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
‘Cause nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do, no
Never cared for what they know, no
Never cared for what they do, no
But I know

Trust I seek but I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
‘Cause nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
‘Cause nothing else matters

Kid Rock - ...




It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We'd blister in the sun
We couldn't wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
Or how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along
And think man I'd love to see that girl again

And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long



... y el original "auuuuuuu..." de London Warewolves y Waren Zevon

Nickelback - Rockstar...

I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair


And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Turn the Page...

Its not that i'm feeling mucho more of a punk tonite... its all about the lyrics that made me trumble ...

This is what I want to share with you all today... its only a song... a song and a STORY...

Turn the page...

(originally recorded by bob seger)

On a long and lonesome highway east of omaha
You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When youre riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do
And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page

So you walk into this restaurant strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as youre shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesnt bother you, but you just want to explode

Yeah, most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichs, is it woman? is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you dont dare make a stand
Make your stand

Here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on the stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page

Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, youre a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play, yeah

Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said

He-ey

Yeah
And here I am - on the road again
There I am - up on a stage
Here I go - playing star again
There I go - turn the page
There I go - turn that page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And Im gone

Una adivinanza...

Por primera vez y que no sirva de precedente, por lo menos alargado en el tiempo, voy a colgar una adivinanza que he sacado de un chiste que me han enviado...

Se trata por tanto de ver si alguien acierta sobre que tipo de tendencia se refiere la foto de abajo... dentro de unos días la solución...

Dominar lo que parece y lo que no parece...

Una amiga me ha enviado dos emails que si los miras por separado puedes pensar que son dos chicstes graciosos, dos de esos correos que se envían en el día cientos de miles que inundan nuestros buzones... pero no son así... vistos en su conjunto son dos claros mensajes de lo que parece y no lo es, y de la importancia de dominar y de tener imaginación en determinados momentos para salvar la siutación, o mejor todavía, para hacer de tramoyista... hacer lo posible de nuestra parte para crear el ambiente para que la situación esté de nuestro lado y no del otro...

espero que los disfruten, son simples mensajes, pero con mucho sentido:

Presentación de la moraleja de: El Perrito, la Pantera y el mono:

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De este mensaje me quedo con la Moraleja:

En tiempos de crisis, la imaginación es más importante que el conocimiento.

Por último, el otro mensaje, que viene en forma de video, "El pastor con poderes y su burro..."

Buen Rollo...

Para terminar, la Eurocopa ganada por España, no termina de asombrarme... para los que quieran saber que es lo que hace falta para que un equipo funcione...

El día después, en la llegada hubo toda una auténtica celebración, de unos amigos compartiendo su felicidad con el resto del mundo, en la plaza de Colón... y cuando alguien pregunte el porqué ganaron esta vez y no otra... recordar el buen rollo que se notaba detrás de todos ellos, de TODOS... y lo recordamos con uno por encima de todos.. Reina SuperStar... jope que bueno el tío hablando y marcando los tiempos como todo un profesional, sobre todo de sus compañeros...

“Con el 1, el hombre sin manos, el que hizo posible el sueño de la Eurocopa: Casillas”. Así empezaba el del Liverpool su show particular. Y luego: “Con el 2, la longaniza más grande del mundo: Albiol. Con el 3, el auténtico jabato, el genuino Fernando Navarro. Con el 4, el mariscal del área, el jefe de la defensa, el inigualable Marchena. Con el 5, Tarzán, el hombre que come piña: Puyol”.

Para entonces Reina ya se había metido al público en el bolsillo mientras seguía con la presentación. “Con el 6, el hombre que no se lleva bien con el astro rey, el que no ve la luz del sol: Iniesta. Con el 7 de España, el que ha ganado por sus cojones el Pichichi: el Guaje Villa. Con el 8, el Humphrey Bogart del fútbol español: Xavi”.

Pero aún quedaba lo mejor: “Con el 9 el Ñiño, ¡ay mi niño!: Fernando Torres. Con el 10, el tío más empanao del mundo, no se entera una mierda: Cesc Fábregas. Con el 11, Garrincha: Joan Capdevila. Con el 12, el de la afición, es muy pequeño, es muy pequeño: Cazorla. Con el 13, ¡ay el 13!, que me ha limpiao 500 euros en los penaltis: Andrés Palop. Con el 14, el hijo pequeño de Cruyff: Xabi Alonso”.

Recuerdo a Puerta

No se olvidó de tener un recuerdo para Antonio Puerta: “Con el 15, Sergio Ramos, que lleva el 15 en homenaje a Antonio Puerta, que en paz descanse. Con el 16, Falete: Sergio García. Con el 17, ¿quién cóño es el 17? El auténtico gitano, Rodolfo Chikilicuatre Güiza. Con el 18, el segundo más empanao del mundo, tampoco se entera una mierda: Arbeloa. Con el 19, la samba del equipo, la samba de España: Marcos Senna. Con el 20, Juanito, el más grande”.

Y concluía: “Con el 21, es muy pequeño, mide 1,50, sólo 1,50: Silva. Con el 22, Diego Armando Maradona, qué clase, qué crack: De la Red. Y con el 23, un humilde servidor, que ha hecho de speaker para presentar a este equipazo: Pepe Reina”. Y no se olvidó, por supuesto, del míster: “El hombre que ha hecho posible que ganemos la Eurocopa: Luis, es cojonudo...”.

Fuente: Marca


y encima luego la montaron en Quatro... con otro show digno de ver: