Interests
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La guitarra , arriba la lira el instrumento mas carismatico arriba el rock la voz de la rebeldía (bueno en estos tiempos casi no).La musica el rock en toda su extensión.Odio dividir el rock en subgéneros,como dicen:divide y vencerás, la gente que divide el rock lo esta haciendo agonizar.
Lo robots leen partituras, los humanos hacen musica
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Favorite Music
El video que esta arriba es una rareza de Led Zeppelin, la cancion de The battle of evermore.Mis gustos: Led Zeppelin claro, Pink Floyd por supuesto, Black Sabbath,Bob Dylan, The Fuuuuuzzzzzzztooones, Nirvana, Frank Zappa y los mothers, The Strokes, Santana, Fobia, Maldita Vecindá jaja, Oxo, Iggy Pooooop, Los Misfits, Molotov , The Velvet Underground, Edgar Várese, Los Beatles y la música basada en la sabiduria popular.
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Favorite Movies
Perros de Reserva, Pulp Fiction , THe Wall de Floyd, La Naranja Mecánica, Casi Famosos, Woodstock, Jimi Hendrix, The Killing, Night of the living dead, Yellow Submarine, I'm not there, Control, No Direction Home, The killing, Taxi driver, The Song Remains The same, el topo , Fando Y Lis, Santa Sangre, La Montaña sagrada, La Cravate, El ensayo de orquesta, Un Perro Andaluz, El Discreto Encanto de la Burguesía, Brasil, Cuidad de Dios y muchas mas.
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Favorite TV Shows
Los Simpson, Pollo Robot, Dr.House, Psych, CSI, Don Gato, Nip Tuck y biografías de bandas de rock.
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Favorite Books
La Naranja Mecánica, Cien años de soledad, El juego de Ender, La Voz de los muertos, Los reyes malditos, Una mirada en la oscuridad, El Hobbit, Las buenas conciencias y el libro negro de aliester crowley.
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Favorite Quote
Todas las citas son iguales
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Journal
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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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