Ella y él - Ricardo Arjona

Today... a song... Ricardo Arjona, one of the most romantic artists I have ever listened to.

So, here it comes, for all of you who have loved, but were not loved back; for all of you who are in love; for the ones who know love will come, but haven't found it yet...

Ella es de la Habana, él de Nueva York

ella baila tropicana, a él le gusta el rock

ella vende besos en un burdel, mientras él se gradua en U.C.L.A.

ella es medio marxista, él es republicano

ella quiere ser artista, él odia a los cubanos

él cree en la Estatua de la Libertad,

y ella en su vieja Habana de la soledad

Él ha comido hamburguesas, ella moros con cristianos

él champán con sus fresas, ella un mojito cubano

ella se fue de gira a Yucatán, y él de vacaciones al mismo lugar

mulata hasta los pies, él rubio como el sol

ella no habla inglés, y él menos español

él fue a tomar un trago sin sospechar

que iba a encontrar el amor en aquel lugar

Lo que las ideologias dividen al hombre,

el amor con sus hilos los une en su nombre

Ella mueve su cintura al ritmo del tan tan

y él se va divorciando del Tio Sam

él se refugia en su piel, la quiere para él

y ella se va olvidando de Fidel

qué sabian Lenin y Lincoln del amor

qué saben Fidel y Clinton del amor.

Ella se sienta en su mesa

él tiembla de la emoción

ella se llama Teresa , y él se llama John

ella dice "hola chico", él contesta "hello"

a ella no le para el pico, él dice "speak slow"

él se guardó su bandera, ella olvido los conflictos

él encontro la manera, de que el amor salga invicto

la tomó de la mano y se la llevó

el yankee de la cubana se enamoró

lo que las ideologias dividen al hombre

el amor con sus hilos los une en su nombre

ahora viven en París, buscaron tierra neutral

ella logró ser actriz, él es un tipo normal

caminan de la mano calle Campos Elisios

como quien se burla del planeta y sus vicios.

Ella y él - Ricardo Arjona© 2006 moonlight / SONG BY RICARDO ARJONA / PICTURE FROM GOOGLE

Cuando nadie me ve - Alejandro Sanz

A veces me elevo, doy mil volteretas
a veces me encierro tras puertas abiertas
a veces te cuento por qué este silencio
y es que a veces soy tuyo y a veces del viento.


a veces de un hilo y a veces de un ciento
y hay veces, mi vida, te juro que pienso:
¿por qué es tan difícil sentir como siento?
sentir ¡cómo siento! que sea difícil


a veces te miro y a veces te dejas
me prestas tus alas, revisas tus huellas
a veces por todo aunque nunca me falles
a veces soy tuyo y a veces de nadie
a veces te juro de veras que siento,
no darte la vida entera, darte sólo esos momentos
¿por qué es tan dificil?... vivir sólo es eso...
vivir, sólo es eso... ¿por qué es tan dificil?


cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser
cuando nadie me ve pongo el mundo del revés
cuando nadie me ve no me limita la piel
cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser
cuando nadie me ve.


a veces me elevo, doy mil volteretas
a veces me encierro tras puertas abiertas
a veces te cuento por qué este silencio
y es que a veces soy tuyo y a veces del viento


te escribo desde los centros de mi propia existencia
donde nacen las ansias, la infinita esencia
hay cosas muy tuyas que yo no comprendo
y hay cosas tan mías, pero es que yo no las veo
supongo que pienso que yo no las tengo
no entiendo mi vida, se encienden los versos
que a oscuras te puedo, lo siento no acierto
no enciendas las luces que tengo desnudos,
el alma y el cuerpo


cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser...



 

© 2006 moonlight / SONG BY ALEJANDRO SANZ / PICTURE FROM SHREK2.COM

Internazionale campioni!

Wow! What about this? Two of my dreams came true this summer... Italy world champions and Internazionale got "il scudetto"...

139 Days Left

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Or, at least, I will live because of today for the next 5 months.

I finally bought the plane ticket to Rio de Janeiro. Imagine... almost one year has passed since the most happy time of my life... and today I am reliving every day, every second spent with the most incredible person I have ever known...

I miss him. Or, better said, "miss" is such a little word! I should say, "saudades", or "dor". Did you know portuguese and romanian are the only 2 languages in the world that have a word to express this greater emotion? Sinto saudades de você, menino...

December. That's when I'm going. I will count the days until then, I have no more patience... and you know me, I'm not a patient person. So you can imagine me now... But you know what? I'm calmer now, I know that I've made it, and no matter what, I'll spend the holidays with Ric. So again, today I'm happy. Happier than I've been in months.

P.S. Thanks to my father for making this possible 

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Bella Italia!

BELLA BELLA ITALIA!!!

GRANDE PICCOLO CANNAVARO!!!

GRANDE MARCO, INTERISTA PER SEMPRE!

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Just Another Boring Saturday

7.00 AM : woke up because of my hyper-active grandmother. She can't sleep. I hated her. At least she got out of the room and went to do God knows what in the kitchen. Slept until 9.00

9.00 AM : now really woken up, I have things to do today. Showered, brushed my teeth... looking for the flyer with my PIN for the credit card. I just got my paycheck yesterday. Looking... looking... looking... flashback... Friday evening, coming from work... tearing a piece of paper into little pieces and trowing it in the garbage. I thought it was the flyer with the salary from last month, I didn't need it anymore... Started yeeling at my grandmother for moving my stuff around when she dusted a day ago... Started yelling at my brother... CRISIS. BIG ONE. What the hell to do now? Oh, I know, just go to the bank, see if they could tell me my PIN...

10.00 AM : out of the house. There are only 2 work stations of this bank in Bucharest (ABNAmro). One at World Trade Center Bucharest. Thinking... it should be open on Saturday, it is the WTC, the Shopping Center there, the Sofitel Hotel... Took the tram, got there around 10.30 . 32 degrees outside. I know it because there's this cute clock in front of WTC, that also shows the temperature. What a hot day will it be! Of course, no luck. Monday to Friday, 9 am to 16.00.

10.30 AM : ok, I'll just try the other one. Piata Unirii, center of Bucharest, what the hell, they SHOULD be working today. Walked to Aviatorilor for about 15 minutes through the Herastrau Park, very nice, but I wasn't in the mood for admiring the trees. Marilyn Manson screaming from my mp3. Got to Aviatorilor, took the metro 4 stations to Unirea. Again, the same thing. Closed. I was thinking, ok, I'll be back on Monday morning. Luckily I start work at 11.30 on Monday. I'll loose my Portuguese class in the morning, but this is more important. I was only affraid I'll have to have another credit card made and this sucks... another 2 weeks of waiting... always going to the bank if I wanted to get some money from my card...

11.00 AM : back to the metro. I had big plans for today, looking for my plane ticket to Rio. 2 stations to Piata Romana. went into Marshall Turism. It's a big one, just in Romana. Inside... full. It's Saturday, it's summer, everybody wants to leave on vacation. Waited for about 1 hour until the ONLY person in charge of ticketing got available. This old woman upset for being left alone on such a busy day... Told her, "Rio de Janeiro, 10th of December, return on the 6th of January". She sais to me... "why are you coming this EARLY??? I'm busy with customers who are leaving now". Responded, "yeah, but if I came later, there would be no free places, plus they'll be a lot more expensive". The woman "made me the favour" of looking... "sorry, no free places, not with AirFrance, nor Lufthansa, AllItalia, Iberia... leave me your name and I'll put you on the waiting list, maybe you'll get lucky, but I don't think you will. You should have come in March to get your ticket". Wait, didn't she say I came too EARLY???

12.30 PM : left Marshall. Went to J'Info Tours. Inside... full. They were closing at 1.00, there was no way I could get to speak to someone until then. Got inside 3 more turism agencies. No luck, they all said there was no way I could get a ticket to Rio in December. Nor to São Paulo. One woman found me one in November, for a little more that 1300 euros. I was starting to think I would have to change my vacation date...

01.something PM : almost in Piata Universitatii. I was going to cross the street. It was GREEN. Some guy on a bycicle came with a lot of speed, bumped exactly into me. Nona in the middle of the street, bleeding... this couldn't have been a worst day... I'm not hurt that bad. Just a few scratches, it could have been worst. My right hand hurts like hell, as I fell exactly on it, it's not broken, but of course it is full of scratches. Luckily I had some alcohol tissues in my purse. Took the guy's name and address, told him I'm a lawyer and I'll see him in court, at least he got scared, of course I'm not going to waste my time with this.

01.30 PM : I was going towards the metro at Universitate, when I passed by another agency. It was open until 14.00, so I decided to go in. One couple looking for plane tickets to Rome. This really nice girl there, she looked up for me every single possibility for a plane ticket to Rio. Of course, none whatsoever for the dates I wanted. I asked her to look for tickets to São Paulo, I didn't care, as Ric was going to pick me up there. No luck. Then she sais, "I found something, there would be this one posibility, leaving Romania on the 10th, then taking the plane to Rio on the 11th from Madrid". Iberia. Spain, my love.... I would have to spend a night in Madrid. I told her that would not be a problem, as I know Madrid and I know a lot of nice hostels there. The other thing was... the only available return date was on the 8th of January from Rio, arriving in Bucharest on the 9th. My vacations are over the 7th, on the 8th I would have to be at work. But it was the only way. Those 2 days... I'll see what I can do, I'm sure I can talk to my teamleaders and find a solution. It's 1270 euros, a bit expensive... but I can pay it whenever I want, as Iberia doesn't put you a time limit to paying your plane ticket, as AirFrance. Plus, AirFrance loses luggage, I heard it from 3 or 4 people. Now I need to talk to my father to loan me some money, as I can only pay 700 euros, maybe 800. But I did the reservation, as I didn't want to lose this too.

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.50 PM : back to the metro, went home, my grandmother had her train back to Piatra at 15.00. Walked her to the trainstation, back home. Remembered I didn't eat for the day... Well, at least I got something, right? Checked my mail... thinking, what the hell, there's no way I'm so stupid to throw my PIN flyer. Started looking, looking, looking... FINALLY!!! after 30 minutes going crazy I found the envelope!!!! Incredible, I couldn't believe it! I knew I wasn't that stupid! Called my brother and my grandmother to tell them the good news. Ate icecream.

05.00 PM - 08.00 PM : played Sims2, ate some more icecream, watched a few episodes from Ally McBeal, washed some clothes. Now it's 09.28 PM and I'm waiting for the game to start. Germany - Portugal. No preferences today... well, maybe Germany. Waiting for Ric to go online to tell him I made the reservation.

And this was my boring Saturday. Have a nice weekend you all! Have fun!

P.S. The picture is from the Herastrau Park... The one I didn't have time to admire today...

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3 Days Before the Big Match

So... I guess for most people the dream final of this World Cup would have been Argentina-Brazil. Indeed. Unfortunatelly, they both got kicked out. Argentina by a very good Germany, who I would have liked to see winning. Brazil by the team I most hate. Argentina played a very good football. Brazil were lousy, I'm sorry to say that, but still I hate that they lost with those... cocks.

The final no one expected... Italy vs. France. France were bad through the qualifying group, at the end they had only 3 points more that the 3rd clasified. They played bad all the way to the semis, but they managed to beat Spain (incredibly, but sadly true). Italy... well, nobody really expected them to play good, regarding the "Moggiopoli" and the fact that 13 players in the team are threatened to play in the second league next season. They proved to a whole world they are a hard nut to break. I won't tell you who I'd like to see winning. My blast sais it all. And I won't make any predictions. Until now, unfortunatelly, I have managed to have them all right. And I hate it...

All I can say is... I'm really proud of the italians. They have made it this far, without anyone expecting it. And a message to all my italian friends, Giu, Francesco, Antonio... (yeah, they're all guys) : Forza Azzuri! In bocca al lupo, ragazzi! Bacci

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Update

Thanks to my very sweet boyfriend, I now have a link where I can see online live the World Cup games, so now I don't have to worry about missing any of them while I'm at work. Talk about someone who knows what I like . Baby, muito obrigada, beijinhos. It was the best Valentine´s Day present EVER! (**last week was the Brazilian Valentine's).

In this spirit, group phase is almost over, until now Argentina makes the game, Italy sucks as always, but I still looooove them, France sucks, which is nice, and Spain seem to have regained their confidence and Raul. I'm still waiting for Ronaldinho to show us what he can really do, as Brazil was kind of boring until now, sorry honey. Portugal vs. Mexico today, don't fight, chicas!

Two weeks more until I start my Portuguese class, it's cool, plus I'll be going with Maria, so we'll be able to meet each other, since lately we haven't as much as we were... I'm only going because it's free and because professional help is never useless; still I'm talking Portuguese every day at work, so this won't be too difficult for me.

What else? Aaahhhh... team building this weekend in Cheia, the company I work for is paying, so this will be soooo cool, I hope, at least, I'll get a little tan and if there's also a TV there so I won't miss the first phase of the eighth finals, everything will be perfect. Yeah, I'm missing the Deftones concert this Saturday at Arenele Romane, but it's not like I had so much money left until next paycheck (I had to pay the rent, I hate my father!!!), so a free weekend in the mountains sounds perfect. Photos will be coming soon.

¿Qué tal, capitán? ¿Seguimos navegando o nos quedamos parados hasta que se acabe el mundial?

Opening for a Magic Month

Of course, as every 4 years for some time, my every cell is connected to the World Cup spectacle, this incredible show that unites all football fans all over the world. I hear people saying ¨what´s the point¨, since Romania is not there... I say, I don´t care. I´m not watching football because Romania is playing or because Italy is playing... I´m watching football because it´s magic. I truly believe it´s the only thing in the world capable of uniting so many millions of people under one flag - that of hope, happiness, or maybe sadness that their team lost, that of admiration for those magic (magic magic magic, I'll repeat this word, because it is the only one that describes this) players that make our hearts bounce when we see them.

This year, every eye is directed to Brazil, to that magnificent attack they have, with 5 "craques" that you don't even know whom to choose - Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, Kaká, Robinho and of course, my favorite, Adriano. Will they or will they? Win, of course... there's a myth saying that Brazil never wins when they are favorites. And there's another saying that, according to some predictions made years ago (and which, incredibly, do come true), they will win this year.

As every World Cup or European or whatever, my heart will be next to the Squadra Azzura. I know, everybody tells me they are boring, they don't play Latin football and so on, but who cares? I've been supporting them since a little girl, first because of that Roberto Baggio, whom I always admired for his character in the field and outside the field, and then because I got so used to it that I can't really switch teams, not even when Romania is playing against them. And as every cup, I will passionately love Holland and the Czech Republic, although they have defeated us in the preliminaries, and Argentina, because half of the team plays at Inter. Of course, I will, also passionately, hate France (because I hate Zidane, though I admire him), England (because I hate all of the English players), and Japan (just because, there's no reason for that).

This year, of course, although I have been fighting against my own convictions (that of disliking the Inter traitors - Ronaldo and Roberto Carlos, and that I don't like the teams that always win), a piece of my heart will also be cheering for the "verde-ouro"-s.

But most of all I want to see beautiful football. I don't care who wins, as long as they deserve it. And though the beginning was somehow disappointing, and I only liked Germany and Argentina so far, I do believe this is going to change and I will feel, on the 9th of July after the final, that I have been watching a show with great performers.

To all of you who don't like football, I'm really sorry, but this month is ours and you will only hear us talking about this. So hang in there...

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The Music in My Life

Today I wanted to talk about music. As I was really inspired by Iris' concert last night, it was extraordinary, and what can I say? I missed them, really... True fact : it was raining before they started to sing, it stopped the moment they got on stage. After all, it's IRIS.

So, as I was saying, this post is about music, Feel free not to read it, it will be long, maybe boring. It's about my music, what is it that inspires me, what makes me go through every day. I need music, I have music in my life, I hear it at every step, and I can't live without it. Different days, different moments make me listen to different music. It's just who I am, although some people may criticize this, the lack of one unique style.

I grew up listening to Queen, Kraftwerk, Beatles, Phoenix. My mom loved music and she taught me and my brother appreciate it. I still listen to Queen and Phoenix ; I never understood Kraftwerk, and I hate Beatles.

I started listening to rock in the 3rd grade, it was when I discovered Guns'n'Roses. Then, in the 5th grade, I started listening to Bon Jovi. It was and still is my favorite band. And although I could listen to any rock band, sometimes even punk, I will always return to my first love. It is the only music that makes me find peace, that accompanies me in all my happy and sad moments. I have a friend that asked me one day why I like them, because she thinks they don't make real music... I don't know, I just do. They're poets.

When I wake up in the morning, there are 2 bands I always listen to to put me in a good mood. It is either Cargo, or Rammstein. It's either "Ochii din sertar" or "Sehnsucht". They wake me up and make me start the day smiling. I don't listen to music that makes me feel sad. I think it sucks to drown yourself in depressing thoughts, it makes you a loser. Everything I choose to listen to has the only purpose of making me feel better. Like Pasărea Colibri, they make me happy.

And when I'm angry, really angry and need desperately to calm down, I usually go to Craddle of Filth, Deftones, Marilyn Manson. My boyfriend said I am a suicide girl because I like Craddle of Filth. It's not true, it's not auto-distructive, just anger releasing.

And then there are the classics... I mean, IRIS. No offense to American, English, German rock, but Iris are the best, in my point of view. No additional comments needed. Who knows them, knows what I'm talking about.

There are a lot more, I won't put them in here... I will just say this, I like poetry. And of course, I like music with a message. Poems accompanied by music. And I recently discovered, thanks to Ric, two magnificent poets : Renato Russo and Cazuza. Rock musicians, outcasts of society, POETS. I recommend their bands, Legião Urbana and Barão Vermelho. Of course, you'll need to know Portuguese.

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