"Round About Midnight", by Thelonious Monk

Bookcrossing: Libros libres

Anécdotas "beceras", by Camera Mood

Libros Libres [Anecdotas Beceras] from Camera Mood on Vimeo.

"Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)", by John Lennon

La canción de la frase clave: "La vida es solo lo que te sucede mientras estás ocupado haciendo otros planes".

Close your eyes,
Have no fear,
The monsters gone,
He's on the run and your daddy's here,

Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy,

Before you go to sleep,
Say a little prayer,
Every day in every way,
It's getting better and better,

Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy,

Out on the ocean sailing away,
I can hardly wait,
To see you to come of age,
But I guess we'll both,
Just have to be patient,
Yes it's a long way to go,
But in the meantime,

Before you cross the street,
Take my hand,
Life is just what happens to you,
While your busy making other plans,

Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful Boy,
Darling,
Darling,
Darling Sean.

Lo que nos motiva

RSA Animate, adapted from Dan Pink's talk at the RSA:

Matrimonio igualitario

Tomado de Daniel Paz:

Christopher Walken: the man can dance

La canción es "Weapon of  Choice", de de Fatboy Slim:

"In The Waiting Line", by Zero 7

La conocí por Jau, que la trajo a la oficina. La perdí por 5 años y reapareció de la mano de Radio Paradise:

"Sledgehammer", by Peter Gabriel

"Carpet Crawlers", by Genesis live

Mi recuerdo: tengo menos de 10 años y mi hermano Sebas me lleva a ver Rael a algún antro de mala muerte porteño, y el señor que canta está disfrazado como se vestía Peter Gabriel (eso lo supe después). Y los señores esos cantaron esa canción que me encantaba escuchar en casa:

"These Boots Are Made For Walking", by Nancy Sinatra

These Boots Are Made For Walking:

You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin'

"Sexy" (Jobim & Moraes), by The Black Eyed Peas... bailadito!

Uma Thurman y John Travolta bailan (de nuevo) en Be Cool, la peli continuación de Get Shorty. La cancioncita es "Sexy", de Antonio Carlos Jobim y Vinicius de Moraes, versionada por los Black Eyed Peas:



(Yeah..)
(I like it..)
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, c'mon, c'mon, lookin' good, ah oh, c'mon, c'mon, yeah yeah.. etc)

I took your picture
With one particular
Reason and it's to
Capture your character
I like to sit and stare at 'cha
Ain't nuttin' wrong with starin' at 'cha

Girl, don't be scared by the fact that I envision us getting married and, uh-- (yeah?)
I ain't tryin to rush nuttin'
'Cos I ain't rushin' (I know)
We could take our time like --
What's them things that move slow? You know them?
Damn.

You're like an elixir (yeah)
That got me tipsy
This is just like Ripley's
Believe it or not but I love you girl

Girl, you really got me going
Outta control
(Outta control..)
I don't know what I'm doing
Let's let it go
And do what we do best
Take off our clothes
(Take off our clothes..)
We look better undressed
Yeah

For you I'm a fanatic
xxxx it, I'm a addict
Your sexy antics turn me on like automatic
No need to get dramatic (No)
But I gotta have it
(gimme gimme gimme gimme)
Gimme some of them sexual acrobatics (yeah)
Kama sutra girl
Anything that suits you girl
Stuff that you ain't used to girl
Come over here and let me show you just how Willy do it
I'm a freak and you knew it
You're a freak and I knew it
Baby, let's get to it, cos...

Girl, you really got me going
Outta control
(Outta control..)
I don't know what I'm doing
Let's let it go
And do what we do best
Take off our clothes
(Take off our clothes..)
We look better undressed

It's called S, S, E, X, X, X, X, X, X..
(Yes, yes, yes..)

You take me to ecstasy
Without taking ecstasy
It's exactly like ecstasy
When you're laying right next to me (yeah)
I'm sexin' you, sexin' you (uh huh)
And you sexin' me, sexin' me
It feels so damn natural
What we're doing, so naturally (I know)

I'm liking you rubbin' me
And you're liking me rubbin' you (mmm hmm)

Make love to you
Just like Sergio Mendez plays the piano
(Play)
Yeah

El sabotaje amoroso, de Amélie Nothomb

"¿Acaso todavía hay mentes lo bastantes ingenuas para pensar que las teorías sirven para ser creídas? Las teorías sirven para irritar a los filisteos, para seducir a los estetas y para que los demás se rían."

"Por debilidad, acabé confesándolo todo. Quería que por lo menos una persona estuviera al corriente de mi hazaña. Aceptaba morir de amor, pero era necesario que aquello se supiera.
Entonce mi madre se enfrascó en una explicación de las leyes del universo. Dijo que, en este mundo, había personas muy malas, y en efecto, muy seductoras. Afirmaba que, si quería ser amada por alguna de ellas, solo existía una solución: yo también tenía que portarme como una malvada con ella.
-Debes comportarte con ella igual que ella se comporta contigo.
-Pero eso es imposible. Ella no me ama.
-Si eres igual que ella, te amará.
La sentencia era inapelable. Me parecía absurda: a mí me encantaba que Elena no tuviera modales. ¿Qué sentido podía tener un amor concebido como un espejo? No obstante, resolví probar la técnica de mi madre, aunque solo fuera a título experimental. Partía del principio según el cual una persona que me había enseñado a atarme los cordones de los zapatos no podía decir cualquier cosa."

"Hay que desconfiar de las flores. Sobre todo en Pekín."

Moby: la melancolía de fin de siglo

Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad?

Porcelain

Natural Blues