CERTEZAS DE CERO: Perdón

Perdón

por no poder decir.

Jean Jacques Derrida

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Anónimo dijo...: Para responder a esa sarta de maledicencias y zafiedades que has osado biliar sobre mi blog, hago mía la respuesta de Celine a las infamias Sartrenianas. Imagino que no hace falta que te precise que en esta historia yo soy el genio y tú el bisojo parisino:

http://fantasiasensibleexacta.blogspot.com/2009/12/quien-no-odia-sartre.html

Y hablando de bisojos te remito a esta entrada; que si no te edifica te entretiene:

http://fantasiasensibleexacta.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucia-joyce-el-artista-soy-yo.html

Y si te place deja algún comentario... amistoso; 10/05/2010
Anónimo dijo...: Curioso que menciones a la única persona que no recibió encomios tras su muerte, más bien al revés todos señalaron su cabronerío moral y su indigencia intelectual. No me gusta para nada tu blog

cuchirriflitín de híspalis; 10/07/2010

I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this the fourth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift, the baffled king composing hallelujah...

You said i took the name in vain and i don't even know the name but if i did well really what's it to you? there's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard, the holy or the broken hallalujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof, You saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty and the moonlight overthrough you, She tied you to her kitchen chair she broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

well baby i’ve been here before, i’ve seen this room and i’ve walked this floor, I used to be alone before i knew you
and i’ve seen your flag on the marble arch But love is not a victory march It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know what´s really going on below But now you never show that to me, do you?
Remember when i moved in you and holly dove was moving too And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Maybe there is a god above but all i’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you And it’s not a cry that you hear at night, It’s not somebody who’s seeing the light,
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Jeff Buckley, based on Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah

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