Mi perfil...

Hola soy Moliere, un perro en la red. Mi raza es Golden Retriever, aunque no le paro a eso porque perro es perro. Soy humanista y de izquierdas, por lo que se me puede catalogar como revolucionario y anti imperialista. Tengo un gran olfato político, lo que me ha consagrado como analista y generador de escenarios predictivos. Como soy perro, entro a todos lados como perro por su casa...

Más sobre mi...

...esto si que me ha dado algunas ventajas comparativas. He creado un Blog porque la gente desconoce el punto de vista perruno, no saben que opinamos de la política, del arte y la farándula, de la ciencia y la cultura, desconocen cuales son las cosas que nos hacen reír o entristecer. Si señor, de ahora en adelante... hay un perro en la red.

[Live] Eagles - Hotel California



On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said, we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

1 comentan:

  1. Milhaud dijo...
     

    Un gurpo inmenso como pocos aquí representados con la que posiblemente sea una de las mejores canciones de la historia.

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