El Hades, tu morada: Test. El destino en Mp3 (me enganché... lo sé...)

Nuevo cuasi-test de Aby y Phentesilea : hay que coger aleatoriamente canciones de la lista de MP3 para contestar cada pregunta. Sin mirar, que si no no vale :P

1. ¿Qué imagen doy?

Háblame de ti, de la libertad. Si las clases te aburren, ¿hacia dónde vas? Háblame de ti, de la soledad. Si has hablado con ella o te cae muy mal. Háblame de ti. Háblame de ti. Y cuéntame si tú has podido ver al silencio llorando cada atardecer. Háblame de ti, quiero conocer. Si comprendes que el amor es todo, si me acompañas cuando yo estoy solo, si me sonríes cuando vengo a verte, si comprendes que eres tú mi suerte. Háblame de ti, de tu ansiedad, de la eternidad, si fuera verdad. Por dejar de sentirte en soledad para hacerme tuyoooo... Los Pecos "Háblame de ti"

(Dios mío, ¿tenían por fuerza que salir los Pecos?)

2. ¿Seré feliz?

Give me time. To realise my crime. Let me love and steal, I've danced inside your eyes. How can I be real? Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry? Precious kisses, words that burn me. Lovers never ask you why. In my heart, the fires burning, choose my colour, find a star. Precious people always tell me, that's a step, a step to far. Culture Club "Do you really want to hurt me?"

3. ¿Qué piensan mis amigos de mí?

Moses supposes his touses a roses. But Moses supposes erroneusly. And Moses, he knowses his toeses aren't roses as Moses supposes his toeses to be. Moses supposes his toeses are roses, but Moses supposes erroneusly. A rose is a rose. A nose is a nose. A toese is a toese. Moses supposes his touses are roses. But Moses supposes erroneusly. And Moses, he knowses his toeses aren't roses as Moses supposes his toeses to be. Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor en "Singnin' in the rain"

(Sí, me define perfectamente, un completo trabalenguas...)

4. ¿Sienten lujuria por mí?

En etsi valtaa, loistoa, en kaipaa kultaakaan; mä pyydän taivaan valoa ja rauhaa päälle maan! Se joulu suo, mi onnen tuo ja mielet nostaa Luojan luo! Ei valtaa eikä kultaakaan, vaan rauhaa päälle maan! Suo mulle maja rauhaisa ja lasten joulupuu! Jumalan sanan valoa, joss' sieluin kirkastuu! Tuo koithin, jos pieneekin, nyt joulujla suloisin! Jumala sanan valoa, ja mieltä jaloa! Luo köyhän niinkuin rikkahan saa joulu ihana! Pimeytehen maailman tuo taivaan valoa! Sua halajan, Sua odotan, Sä Herra maan ja taivahan! Nyt köyhän niinkuin rikkaan luo suloinen joulus tuo. Tarja Turunen interpretando la obra de Sibeluis "En etsi valtaa, loistoa"

(A ver si alguien tiene cojones a traducirlo o prefiere seguir escondiendo su lujuria, XD. Por cierto, una canción preciosa que recomiendo a TODOS)

5. ¿Cómo puedo alegrarme el día?

Toll no bell for me, father. But let this cup of suffering pass from me. Send me no shepherd to heal my world, but the Angel -the dream foretold- prayed more than thrice for You to see the wolf of loneliness in me... not my own will but Yours be done... You wake up, where's the tomb? Will Easter come, enter my room? The Lord weeps with me, but my tears fall for you. Nightwish, "Gothic Sanctuary- Getsemanee"

(Sí, teniendo en cuenta que, desde que echaron a Tarja cada vez que escucho a Nightwish con ella, me echo a llorar...)

6. ¿Qué debería hacer con mi vida?

Kýrie eleison. Christe eleison. Requiem aeternam. Dona eis domine. Eis domine et lus perpetua. Luceat cis. Te decent hymnus deus in Sion et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem. Jerusalem. Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison. Requiem aeternam. Dona eis domine, eis domine. Requiem aeternam. Dona eis domine, domine. Requien aeternam. W.A. Mozart, "Requiem"

(Cojonudo, debo morirme, XD. Pero esta canción es impresionante, a mí me deja acongojada cada vez que la escucho. Me da el mismo miedo que los horizontes de sucesos... En serio, es genial, si me muero, Juan, Alfredo, ¡compositores del mundo!, hacedme una igual o que suene en mi funeral...)

7. ¿Por qué la vida está tan llena de dolor?

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York. These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray and step around the heart of it, New York, New York. I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep. To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap... Frank Sinatra "New York, New York"

(Si todos viviesen en Nueva York igual el mundo sería más feliz. Si no, no entiendo nada. Puede ser que me vaya yo a Nueva York para hacerme estrella de variedades y no piense en el mundo... Admito sugerencias)

8. ¿Cómo puedo maximizar el placer en el sexo?

Good morning. Good morning. We've talked the whole night through, Good morning, good morning, to you. Good morning, good morning, It's great to stay up late. Good morning, good morning to you. When the band began to play, the sun was shinin' bright. Now the milkman's on his way, it's to late to say goodnight. So, good morning, good morning to you. And you, and you, and you! Debbie Reynolds, Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor, "Good morning" para "Singnin' in the rain"

(Yeeee. He aquí la solución. No dormir, pasarse la noche de farra y cuando esté llegando el lechero, ponerse al tema... Cuánta sabiduría oculta hay en esa película...)

9. ¿Tendré hijos?

She said to me, "Go steady on me. Won't you tell me what the Wise Men said? When they came down from Heaven, smoked nine 'til seven, all the shit that they could find, but they couldn't escape from you, couldn't be free of you. And now they know there's no way out, and they're really sorry now for what they've done, they were three Wise Men jus trying to have some fun. James Blunt, "Wisemen"

(Si alguien saca alguna conclusión, que me lo haga saber, XD)

10. ¿Moriré feliz?

I'm singing in the reain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin'. I'm happy again. I'm laughing at clouds, so dark up above. The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love. Let the stormy clouds chase, everyone from the lpace. Come on with the rain, I've smile on my face. I walk down the lane with a happy refrain. Just singin'. Singin¡ in the rain. Gene Kelly, "Singin' in the rain"

(¡Ottia! Joer, qué suerte si muero tan feliz como el Don Lockwood en Cantando Bajo la Lluvia. Y me quedo con la chica...)

11. ¿Algún consejo?

My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man. But I won't lose no sleep on that 'cause I've got a plan. You're beautiful, you're beautiful. I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do, 'cause I'll never be with you. James Blunt, "Yoy're beautiful"

(No entiendo si es que hay un admirador secreto, si soy la hostia de guapa, si Jose ha tenido algo que ver... Sies que voy a ver a la Tarja en el metro pero va a ir con otro tío, su marido, y me voy a deprimir, quitar la camiseta y tirarme por un puente como el Blunt...)

12. ¿Qué es la felicidad para mí?

Where the rainbow meets the sky. In the mountains, so gleaming so high. There, the wizard spoke his rhymes. Calling back the ancient times when magic has rules, over earth, sea and air. Damned for years in his den, chasing forces in this lonesome hidden glen. The black power he has never served before, shadowed him forevermore. In the village near by, a lady spreads her beauty like a butterfly, her golden hair is blowing in the wind, dreaming of the wizard's fate. And the crystal ball shows salvation so soon, when wolves are howling at the moon to break the spell and sing the tune. She's finding out the secrets full of taunting lies, hidden in the night time skies with white magic she allies. She came to touch the wizard's magic wand to break the spell that frees him from his cell, the good power always will reveal. The stones they've been throwing in that winter's snowing, again in fairyland. Then, magic has won and you'll be the one to spread the wizard's tale, the wizard just spread the wizard's tale. Beto Vázquez and Tarja Turunen, "Wizard"

(Nunca mejor dicho. Un gran descubrimiento, Beto Vázquez y una gran verdad, como buena freaky, me gustaría todo lo anterior, sigh...)

13. ¿Cuál es mi fetiche favorito?

Lonely nights I think of you, my life, my king and my land. Land of war will turn into light. Divine light will give us strenght. Sunlight divine cover my land, angels of light take care of us. Still darkness surrounds myself among the trees I saw the gates of Hell. I hear that someone screams my name, devil clames for my life. Sunlight divine give me the strength angels of light show me the way. Beto Vázquez y Tarja Turunen, "Angels of light- Until down"

(Uhm, sí, iré al infierno y allí encontraré mi fetiche... ¿o será Tarja mi fetiche? Mmm)

El Hades, tu morada

Este es el refugio de las almas mortales que ya han pasado el trance fatal de la pérdida del cuerpo. Este es el paraíso intraterreno. Esta es mi casa, la tuya.