La inocencia perdida
La inocencia perdida
I Love Janis Joplin…
mundoperoncho:

Once upon a time you dressed so fineYou threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you? Peopled call, say beware doll, you’re bound to fallYou thought they were all kiddin youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin outNow you don’t talk so loudNow you don’t seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging for your next mealHow does it feelHow does it feelTo be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone? Youve gone to the finest school all right, miss lonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itAnd nobody has ever taught you how to live on the streetAnd now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to itYou said you’d never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHes not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stoneYou never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all come down and did tricks for youYou never understood that it aint no goodYou shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for youYou used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a siamese catAint it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn’t where it’s atAfter he took from you everything he could stealHow does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey’re drinkin, thinkin that they got it madeExchanging all kinds of precious gifts and thingsBut you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuseWhen you got nothing, you got nothing to loseYoure invisible now, you got no secrets to concealHow does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?
mundoperoncho:

las sombras escudan al humo veloz quedanza en la trama deeste festival silenciosolas sombras esconden varios puntos oscuros quegiran y giran entre tus ojosmi pluma retarda el TÚ anhelantemi sien late mil veces TU nombresi tus ojos pudieran venir!acá si amor acáentre las sombras el humo y la danzaentre las sombras lo negro y yo
“Irme en un barco negro”, Alejandra Pizarnik
nickdrake:

Janis Joplin.
"Los que llegan no me encuentran,
los que espero no existen."
Alejandra Pizarnik (via elpintordelavidamoderna)
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Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)

Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)

Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)

Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)

Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)

Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)

Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)

Two For The Road, Stanley Donen, 1967
(Poem by my father)
born-on-the-coldest-day:

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devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :) 
devooted:

Enjoy the silence :)