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Drive Who's gonna tell you when It's too late Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight Who's gonna pick you up When you fall Who's gonna hang it up When you call Who's gonna pay attention To your dreams Who's gonna plug their ears When you scream You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight Who's gonna hold you down When you shake Who's gonna come around When you break You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight ---------------------------------- From The Cars Heartbeat City album Songs written by Ric Ocasek

It's been ages since I last went to the Edinburgh Summer Festival , though they keep mailing me the calendar of events every year...

Not my fav among all Spanish painters but still very good, NYTimes has an article on The Secret of the Black Paintings The image has been way overquoted, overlinked and overshown but it seems to me that we Spaniards have a somewhat Cassandra complex in these war-things, we seem to be primers in suffering among manking first but nobody is paying attention nor listening. And of course nobody learns from it. So it goes... "No pasarán" ... But sadly enough they did pass through...

Being castaway from your email account: blessing or curse? Let's see

Let's go Spanish :-D with novelist Cees Nooteboom , whadayaknow, and What is more, he's been awarded the IV International Prize Compostela-Xunta de Galicia More books about Spain (so they say, and what about the website moniker? Delirious)

There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.

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It seems my historical past is catching up on me... You are the Spanish Inquisition sketch! Nobody expects you! Which Monty Python's Flying Circus Sketch are You? brought to you by Quizilla

Povo que Lavas no Rio Povo que lavas no rio Que vais às feiras e à tenda Que talhas com teu machado As tábuas do meu caixão, Há-de haver quem te defenda, Quem turve o teu ar sadio, Quem compre o teu chão sagrado, Mas a tua vida não! Meu cravo branco na orelha! Minha camélia vermelha! Meu verde majericão! Ó natureza vadia! Vejo uma fotografia... Mas a tua vida, não! Fui ter à mesa redonda, Beber em malga que esconda Um beijo, de mão em mão... Água pura, fruto agreste, Fora o vinho que me deste, Mas a tua vida não! Procissões de praia e monte, Areais, píncaros, passos Atrás dos quais os meus vão! Que é dos cântaros da fonte? Guardo o jeito desses braços... Mas a tua vida, não! Aromas de urze e de lama! Dormi com eles na cama... Tive a mesma condição. Bruxas e lobas, estrelas! Tive o dom de conhecê-las... Mas a tua vida, não! Subi às frias montanhas, Pelas veredas estranhas Onde os meus olhos estão. Rasguei certo corpo ao meio... Vi certa ...

And now for something completely different: A man with three buttocks! No, er...

You are the Dead Parrot Sketch. Very funny, a bit dark and definitely a classic. Which Monty Python's Flying Circus Sketch are You? brought to you by Quizilla

"To be, or not to be,--that is the question:-- Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?" -- From Hamlet (III, i, 56-61)

Bloom on Shakespeare yet again, and let's not even mention Harry Potter! (Let me get back to that asap :-)

The Lord of the Rings Motion Picture Trilogy - The Exhibition, a unique visitor experience based on the famous films, opens at the Science Museum on 16 September 2003.

Let's talk about Sex or rather, read and write about it - hopefully something to write home about :-9 The Literary Freud (reg. required)

Matrix Reloaded on DVD .

Vertigo If you're going to San Franciscooooooo, be sure to wear some films in your head :-D Nowadays the translation of this filme title is my favorite word in Portuguese: Vertigem

Hunter With One Light On In One Room I Know You're Up When I Get Home With One Small Step Upon The Stair I Know Your Look When I Get There If You Were A King Up There On Your Throne Would You Be Wise Enough To Let Me Go For This Queen You Think You Own Wants To Be A Hunter Again Wants To See The World Alone Again To Take A Chance On Life Again So Let Me Go The Unread Book And Painful Look The Tv's On The Sound Is Down One Long Pause Then You Begin Oh Look What The Cat's Brought In If You Were A King Up There On Your Throne Would You Be Wise Enough To Let Me Go For This Queen You Think You Own Wants To Be A Hunter Again Wants To See The World Alone Again To Take A Chance On Life Again So Let Me Go Let Me Leave For The Crown You've Placed Upon My Head Feels Too Heavy Now And I Don't Know What To Say To You But I'll Smile Anyhow And All The Time I'm Thinking Thinking I Want To Be A Hunter Again Want To See The World Alo...