Bilingüe..

Qué hueva traducir..


Put your iPod/iTunes/musik thing on shuffle.
- Press forward for each question.
- Use the song title as the answer to the question.


How am I feeling today?:
Desleal - Los Látigos =/

Will I get far in life?:
Special - Garbage

How do my friends see me?:
Just like I imagined - Nine Inch Nails

Where will I get Married?:
Wild Horses - The Rolling Stones

What is the story of my life?:
Fuck you man - Mindless Self-Indulgence

What was highschool like?:
Oogie Boogie's song - Danny Elfman =P

How can I get ahead in life?:
Tear you apart - She wants revenge (jojojo)

What is the best thing about me?:
Mr. Brightside - The Killers

How is today going to be?
Public pervert - Interpol

What is in store for this weekend?:
Soft rock star - Metric

What song describes my parents?
Excercise Your Futility - Medications

To describe my grandparents?
Come On (Let The Good Times Roll) - Jimi Hendrix

How is my life going?:
Eternal sleep - Lacrimas Profundere =P

What song will they play at my funeral?:
In India You - The Brian Jonestown Massacre

How does the world see me?:
Anesthetize - Porcupine Tree (jojo)

Will I have a happy life?:
Steady as she goes - The Raconteurs =/

What do my friends really think of me?:
Todas las estrellas - Fobia

Do people secretly lust after me?:
But She Beat My High Score - Say Hi To Your Mom

How can I make myself happy?:
On top - Moldy Peaches (jojoasjdasohdjkas)

What should I do with my life?:
My Boyfriend From Outer Space - The 5.6.7.8.'s

Will I ever have children?:
Art is hard - Cursive

What is some good advice for me?:
Vete - Lucybell =P

How will I be remembered?:
Maps - Yeah yeah yeahs

What is my signature dancing song?:
Pleasure - Los Dynamite

What do I think my current theme song is?:
Hoy soñé - Lucybell

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?:
Ángel - Lucybell

What type of girls/boys do you like?:
El Amor Nos Hizo Humanos - Silencios Incómodos



Chale, sí saca unas ondas bien locas hacer esto.. =/

Abandono

Fui a cagar en tu cuerpo,
por verlo tan desnudo.

Hoy es tu alma un despojo,
una cosa sabida
y el cenicero habla tan sólo por los dos.

He sorbido tu espíritu y de él nada queda:
tu rostro se parece hoy a nadie,
a una persona de esas
sin alma y rosto que vemos por la calle
cruzando nuestra vida para morir tan sólo.

Leopoldo María Panero

Ironía

Estuvo buena mi última entrada 8)