En tiempos de piratas....

Running Wild: Tortuga Bay


Man or boy - we'll fight all as one
Bending the rules - it's the call of the wild
Last resort - to be shot down in pains
Playing your very last card

Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crowsnest is screaming for shore
Ready the rum that is stored in the hold
Bringing what we need and more

Where the streets have no name
Where the devil's in all men
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay

Fight to death - games that men play
Flashing of steel and the clash of the sword
Last breath - the kill of the day
Proving what all men must fear

Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crowsnest is screaming for shore
Ready the rum that is stored in the hold
Bringing what we need and more

Live by stealth - cover your track
Enemies scuttled but who needs to see
No escape - knife in your back
Proving what all men must fear

Hoist up the mainbrace and fasten the sails
Crowsnest is screaming for shore
Ready the rum that is bound up in bales
Bringing what we need and more

Where the streets have no name
Where the devil's in all men
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay

Where survival's the game
Where you fight for your freedom
If you knew what was a slain
Pay or flee in Tortuga Bay

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Con vuestro permiso

Permitidme escapar de este camposanto
esperpéntico,
hábitat natural para helmintos variopintos
trepadores
que cargan en sus vergonzosos hombros
corruptos
con relucientes y plagiados estandartes
en los que ni antes ni ahora han creído.

Consentidme desertar de este osario
putrefacto,
gobernado por perpetuos caballeros
andantes
siempre a horcajadas de los mismos
Rocinantes
que se creen también a los heraldos
que entran a sus casas cada noche.

Dejadme abandonar este cementerio
grotesco,
con líderes apoyados sobre pies de barro
lenguas de trapo
que mienten y mienten y mienten y mienten
farsantes
siendo ya lo único cierto
para su anónimo y entregado séquito.

.:LBF:.

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Pantín en Google Maps

Hoxe, en A Coruña, vin un coche de Google tomando imaxes para Street View. Ao chegar á casa din unha ollada para indagar que cobertura tiña xa a aplicación... e !oh, sorpresa!... xa está ata Pantín...

Isto vaille interesar a Goiriz, penséi... así que, aquí queda este post para él e para todos os da miña terra (e para que non haiba problemas entre Marnela e o "Lado de Aló"... deixo o asunto iniciado na Ramalleira... e que cada un tire para onde queira).

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E abaixo, tomada por Google, unha imaxen da casa na que vin ao mundo... feito éste que nunca agradecerá bastante... o mundo, digo.

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Una vieja aspiración...

Black Sabbath: Die Young



Gather the wind
though the wind won't help you fly at all
Your back's to the wall
Then chain the sun
And then it turns around to face you
As you run, you run, you run!

Behind the smile
There's danger and a promise to be told:
You'll never get old
Life's fantasy
To be locked away and still to think you're free
You're free
We're free!

So live for today
Tomorrow never comes...

Die young, die young
Can't you see the writing on the air?
Die young, gonna die young
Someone stopped the fall

Gather the wind
though the wind won't help you fly at all
Your back's to the wall
Then chain the sun
And then it turns around to face you
As you run, you run, you run!

So live for today
Tomorrow never comes

Die young...

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