Are you ready?

Are you ready to meet Jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will He know you when He sees you
Or will He say, "Depart from Me"?

Are you ready, hope you're ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?

Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of God
Or am I still acting like the boss?

Am I ready, hope I'm ready.

When destruction cometh swiftly
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?

Are you ready, are you ready?

Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?

Are you ready, hope you're ready.
Are you ready?

Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for Armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the Lord?

Are you ready, I hope you're ready.

Pointless histories (I)

I would like to open this new post just saying that I do that not because I would like to pass to the annals of the literature, but just for feel better. I got many things in my mind, many of them I won't be able to extract from inside (possible the most interesting ones) but hopefully some (not so boring) will appear as words in this blog.

Why pointless histories? well actually because are those things that alone are stupid by themselves but all together help to understand what hell is happening in my head! uppsss... I'm afraid of that! Would someone really knows what is happening up there? I always have thought that a crazy man would be more happy if he doesn't know how crazy really he is! Imagine that all the stupid people would realize how annoying they are and the pointless of their existence. Would this mean that they would stop of being stupid? or do they enjoy of being stupid? and if not, and they decide to change, would this mean that we would live in a perfect society? Umm... living surrounded of adorable and gentile persons, without no one that would try to annoy you nor makes you feel angry! Doesn't look so boring? Doesn't look not so much human?

Sometimes I have tried to imagine how my life would be without a particular stupid person, and I have to admit that even sometimes his stupidity has allowed me to know other nice people (joint by the common cause of anti-stupidity) or even the stupidity of some person has made me take advantage for some labor reasons! So, doesn not look stupidity a thing that we should try to keep and protect? and why not promote?

long life to stupidty!!!

P.S: Please make me a favour... never tell me how stupid you think I am, because maybe I would change to a nice and gentile person! but definetly not me!

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

You broke my heart

This august I'll come back where everything began and where everything ended. I don't know how it will be! I don't know which will be my reaction when I will step India again: Will I cry? Last time I left Mumbai with the idea that I would never return there, thinking that the world was so cruel with me and that my life was hopeless. After time I understand that there are things I cannot change, there are behavours that you cannot blame for and mostly there are many words and feelings that nothing could never erase.

You always will have a piece of my heart, wherever you are, whatever your fate would be ....



Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.

Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.

fast life

Life sometimes goes faster than you can expect: one day you know, the second you love and the third you are broke. I think that sometime things happen arround me very fast and I'm losing control of it! This heart of mine goes some steps forward than my head. I should try to get rid of it, I can't afford it any more, no more. I can't pay these bills, everytime I feel that I'm leaving somehing of me on the way. However I know that there is not a magic solution for this problem, that there is not a wisdom advice. It's me, only me, this is a war that I have to win by myself, no one could help me, no one can do other thing than colect and glue again the pieces of me after every lost battle.







Heart of mine be still,
You can play with fire but you'll get the bill.
Don't let her know
Don't let her know that you love her.
Don't be a fool, don't be blind
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine go back home,
You got no reason to wander, you got no reason to roam.
Don't let her see
Don't let her see that you need her.
Don't put yourself over the line
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine go back where you been,
It'll only be trouble for you if you let her in.
Don't let her hear
Don't let her hear you want her.
Don't let her know she's so fine
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine you know that she'll never be true,
She'll only give to others the love that she's gotten from you.
Don't let her know
Don't let her know where you're going.
Don't untie the ties that bind
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine so malicious and so full of guile,
Give you an inch and you'll take a mile.
Don't let yourself fall Don't let yourself stumble.
If you can't do the time, don't do the crime
Heart of mine.

Good luck my friend

Well... no words to say what your lost will be for me!

Good luck my friend!











Dicen los toreros
- Buena suerte, compañeros
y no es tan fácil como decir:
Solamente adiós
Hasta luego, amor
hasta luego nuevo amor
Es tan redonda la ciudad
que nos caemos los dos
y eso no estaba en los planes de ninguno de los dos
y eso no estaba en tus planes
me pides paciencia, te pido perdón
Una sola vez amor
estuve contra el paredón
Y fué dificil como decir:
Solamente adiós
Buena suerte a los dos!
y eso no estaba en los planes de ninguno de los dos
y no estaba en tus planes
me pides paciencia, te pido perdón.

Sweet home ....

Well soon I will leave Odense for a while!
On thursday I will go to Spain for one month, and although are not for holidays I'm very happy to go there and feel the warm of my people and my places!


Eventhough I just consider this as a visit. Odense has became my home, my sweet home! Many things had happen, maybe not all good but many of them will be nice to remember. Now, names of many people come to my mind, people that maybe I will not see anymore (I hope not). Thank you all, you have done my first year here more confortable and exciting! I love you all!



This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more

I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more

I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

A Little bit of love, little bit of love
Little bit of love, little bit of love

I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
To live the rest of our life,
But not together

My Dream...

Yes, I'm Happy cause Ori, Marissa and little Laia are going to come to visit me!! If there is something I'm really sorry is not being able to see how Laia is growing, it is one of the bad things that has living abroad: losing contact with my very good friends. However Oriol is the living proof that even with the long distance strong friendship doesn't get weak but more stong! I also miss Didi a lot! Our long neverending conversations mixed with beers. And many others of course.... I don't forget you Dani!!!!

However I'm afraid that after such a long time abroad (who knows when I will finally come back) all will be different. Of course they will be my friends but I will change and maybe in a so different way than them! I would like to keep such a lot of nice memories in my mind, all these especial moments of our lives that we past together.... and that we will never repeat again! Remeber us young and with a lot of vitalogy, doing crazy things and against the standards... feeling us free... all was possible, no rules no limits. We ruled our lives no live to us.... Have we lost?

While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.