De alcolito en alicótero.
Entrada de la Bahia. South Head:
Rose Bay:
Panoramicas del mal tiempo que hacia:
Centro financiero
Botanic Garden, Wooloomooloo, Opera
El Bridge es la mejor manera para orientarse, (en la foto) a la derecha el norte, a la izquierda el sur:
Recomiendo a cualquiera que venga a la ciudad que se gaste el dinero en hacer el vuelo. Con mal tiempo ya impresiona, no me quiero imaginar con buen tiempo.
Si vienes a Sydney todavia podras ver carritos de la compra abandonados, botellas de cerveza vacias abandonadas. Si vienes pronto me podras ver a mi abandonado. Ya no esta:
Si alguien sabe de su paradero que me lo diga, plis.
Ya solo falta una semana para que se declare oficialmente la llegada del verano. We the australians pasamos de solsticios y demas mariconadas, somos practicos calvinistas, on December 1st: sama.
Entre tanto nos hemos pasado (estamos pasando) una primavera lluviosa, seca, fria, calida... que, eso si, nos deja alguna que otra bella postal:
Trabajo con un tio que considera esta cancion como la mejor cancion de amor de toda la historia:
La romantica letra:
"Superman"
(feat. Dina Rea)
[Girls voice is Dina Rea]
[Intro]
Oooooh
You high baby
Yeah
Ya'
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something
Uh-huh
I know what you want to hear...
[Chorus A]
Cause, I know you want me baby, I think I want you too
"I think I love you baby", I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl, come be in Shady's world
I want to grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby, you know I want you too
They call me superman, i'm here to rescue you
I want to save you girl, come be in Shady's world
"Ooooh boy you drive me crazy", bitch you make me hurl...
[Verse 1]
They call me superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now, got no ring on this finger now
I'd never let another chick bring me down, in a relationship
Save it bitch, babysit, you make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit, girl you can jump on Shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase, I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask
Kiss my dick, get my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out, i'll put you out, won't get out, i'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' shit, wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice, buy you ice, bitch if you died, I wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be my new wife, what you Mariah, fly through twice...
[Prechorus]
But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'
Maybe i'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho'...
[Chorus B]
Cause I can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Your Superman, your Superman...
[Verse 2]
Don't get me wrong, I love these ho's
It's no secret, everybody knows
Yeah we fucked, bitch so what, that's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends, i'll call you again, i'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car i'll be in, we'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that, neither do I, I don't want to flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride, between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do, how could it ever be just us two
I'd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you...
[Prechorus]
[Chorus A / Chorus B]
[Verse 3]
First thing you say, "I'm not fazed, I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyways
You're just plain old Marshall to me"
Ooh ya' girl run that game
"Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say"
"Rot in pieces, uh, that's great"
First off you don't know Marshall, at all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal, i'll slap you off that barstool
There goes another lawsuit, leave handprints all across you
Good Lordy whoadie, you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have, ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab, end up with two backhands
Put anthrax on a tampax, and slap you till you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance, don't mean to ruin your plans...
[Prechorus]
[Chorus A / Chorus B]
[Chorus B x2]
Tras la puesta de sol del otro dia, es como si hubiese decidido no volver a salir en condiciones. Estas fotos son de hace unas tres semanas, cuando todavia hacia sol. Visita al Ku Ring Gai National Park. A todos los efectos es parte de Sydney (al norte de la ciudad). Hay un monton de rutas cortas o largas en las que darse un paseo por un autentico paisaje austrailano:
estas eran las que pretendia que fuesen las artisticas...lastima de sombras
Otra vez, desde mi sitio favorito de Sydney:
y la artistica claro:
De regalo una maravilla que me envia Anakiro (gracias)
Se puede descargar y ver con mas calidad aqui.
Siento no tener demasiado tiempo para el blog, pero esta temporada estoy liadillo.
Hoy solo comentare la noticia que lei el otro dia en un periodico espanhol: "Destituyen a la directora del museo que expuso la rana crucificada de Kippenberger"
Y lo comento porque me recordo que yo tengo unas fotos "similares" (aunque de poca calidad) que hice hace dos o tres anhos en un pub de Pontevedra city:
