Shakira - Tú

Te regalo mi cintura
Y mis labios para cuando quieras besar
Te regalo mi locura
Y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya

Mis zapatos desteñidos
El diario en el que escribo
Te doy hasta mis suspiros
Pero no te vayas mas

Porque eres tú mi sol
La fe con que vivo
La potencia de mi voz
Los pies con que camino
Eres tu amor
Mis ganas de reír
El adiós que no sabré decir
Porque nunca podre vivir sin tí

Si algún dia decidieras
Alejarte nuevamente de aqui
Cerraria cada puerta
Para que nunca pudieras salir

Te regalo mis silencios
Te regalo mi nariz
Yo te doy hasta mis huesos
Pero quédate aqui

Porque eres tú mi sol
La fe con que vivo
La potencia de mi voz
Los pies con que camino
Eres tu amor
Mis ganas de reír
El adiós que no sabré decir
Porque nunca podre vivir sin tí

Andy Roddick by Stephen Danelian

I would gladly handle his love-handles

Smoking hot!

Chest pattern

On a more positive note, let's gorge on Novak Djokovic's chest.



That hair pattern is just amazing ^^

Ay te dejo Madrid!

That’s it.

He’s left. He’s gone to Real Madrid.

Xabi Alonso’s just left Liverpool for Real Madrid after five years of loyal, outstanding and more than absolutely beautiful service.

I’m happy but utterly heartbroken!

I am happy for him. Really. Because he wanted to move. Last year, he was the most faithful player in Liverpool after Steven Gerrard. He would’ve rathered sell his brothers to slavery than leave the club but the manager Rafael Benitez wanted Gareth Barry.

Barry was playing for Aston Villa and next to Alonso who’s an utter master in central midfield, the best in the whole world, Barry is just a midfielder. But Benitez got obsessed and went bonkers and actually offered Xabi to Juventus without even asking him whether he wanted to leave.

Eventually nothing happened. Benitez didn’t get Barry. And mostly, we, the Liverpool fans, were outraged he tried to get rid of him. We all deeply love him and we started growing apart from manager who got scared and pretended he wasn’t responsible and played Xabi like he should have.

This year was brilliant for him, and at the end of the season, he was, as usual, the most beloved player in Liverpool after the captain and Scouse (Liverpool-born) Steven Gerrard and even before Jamie Carragher, another Scouse veteran in the club. Huge achievement for a Spaniard after barely five years in a club.

But he got fed up and while he never says anything and never complains about anything publically, he also knows the fans don’t make the team, chose the players but the manager does. And he knew Benitez could easily find another shiny object to go and chase after. He knew his position at Liverpool didn’t depend on his performances anymore (because they are always excellent) but on the good will and stable mental health of the manager.

So he asked for a move after Real Madrid said they wanted him in the center of their new team. After two months of rumours, it’s done. He’s leaving.

I’m happy because I know that’s what he wanted and not what the manager forced him to do like he did with 15 of the 18 other players of the team who won the Champion League in 2005. Only Steven and Jamie are left from that team. Alonso was the last one with them.

I’m happy because he’s a newlywed and unlike me, he loves England but also loves his country. He’s a family and a deep Basque and Spanish man and I know he wants to build a family a home with his parents, brothers and in-laws. I know he wants his son to grow up in Spain. England was good when it was only about him and Nagore but now there’s a whole family and future involved and Spain is the place to do that for him.

But I’m heartbroken. Deeply, truly heartbroken. And that’s the second time. Because in August 2004, Michael Owen also left Liverpool for Real Madrid because he wanted something different and he also knew Benitez had no intention using him as a key player in the team. Steven Gerrard was his target so Michael Owen left for Real Madrid.

That’s the second one who does that: leaving my dear Liverpool for that dreadful Real Madrid.

It can seem silly and pointless because it’s just football but those men are not just football for me. Yes, I find them attractive despite what people think of them but I love them!

I like Steven Gerrard, Frank Lampard, John Arne Riise, Fernando Torres just like I like Andy Roddick, Marat Safin or Jan-Michael Gambill but that’s it.

Michael Owen and Xabi Alonso are, with Thomas Johansson, my heroes. I love them, worship them, admire them for everything they are and do on and off the football pitch or tennis court. They are my role models. If I can be like the persons they are, one day I could say: “I succeed my life”.

Thomas Johansson has more or less retired and and now Xabi’s gone. Just like Michael did five years ago.

I’ll get used to it and will come to the point when I realised he’s not dead but just when to play for a cesspit from Hell! But I’m so scared he might get wasted by the club. They might destroy him like they destroyed Michael. And it took Michael five years to come back to the top with Manchester United today.

So it’s 2009 and I’m a Liverpool FC supporter. For me, Liverpool FC that’s Michael Owen, Xabi Alonso, Steven Gerrard and John Arne Riise.

And now Steven Gerrard’s the only one who’s still here but for how long?

Michael Owen’s now playing for Manchester United: the club I hate the very, very, VERY! most in the world! But at least, they were smart enough to give him a chance and believe in him. That’s more one can say about Liverpool.

Xabi Alonso: Same thing and now he’s gone to play for a club I hate with all my deepest guts and who knows what’s coming over there. Well at least, he’s at home.

And Riise’s got killed by Benitez and thrown out of Liverpool all the way to AS Roma where…well I don’t know actually…

Lucky I still have my sweet Djokovic ^^

But something tells me I won’t cry when Liverpool fail to win anything again this year. That serves that bloody Rafael fucking Benitez right!

Yes yes! Gay yet still a football fan.

Fear

Brazilian driver Felipe Massa carried from his car after crashing during the qualifying session of the Hungarian Formula One Grand Prix, the Hungaroring race track in Budapest.

Massa who underwent surgery following a 200 kph crash was released from the hospital and flew back to Brazil today after a few days in a coma and breathing through respiratory assistance.



This eye.

The Fear.

What did he see?

My favourite couple.

Je me demandais...

Pourquoi être contre le CPE et la précarité est-ce être « conservateur » ?
Pourquoi les acquis sociaux sont-ils considérés comme archaïques ?
Pourquoi les doctrines sociales du début du XXe dites « avancées » sont aujourd’hui montrées comme plus archaïques que la doctrine du libéralisme absolu d’Adam Smith datant du milieu du XVIIIe ?

Pourquoi la « flexibilité du travail » est-elle l’avenir ?
Pour parer à la concurrence des pays d’Asie où la main d’œuvre est plus flexible (servile pour les cyniques) ? Mais pourquoi alors doit-on toujours niveler par le bas ?

Pourquoi rendre les Européens aussi précaires que les Indiens ou les Chinois ? Pourquoi ne pas protéger ces derniers autant que nous ?...On irait alors vers l’Afrique ? De qui se moque-t-on ?

Pourquoi revenir aux journaliers du Moyen Age, aux mercelots du XIXe que l’on engageait
selon les besoins avant de les rebalancer sur les routes est-ce une avancée ?
Pourquoi traiter des êtres humains comme des matières premières à obtenir au moindre coût ?

Pourquoi refuser tout ça est-ce faire preuve d’égoïsme ?
Pourquoi est-il bon de se sacrifier pour l’économie mais pas pour le bonheur d’autrui ?


POURQUOI PREND-ON TOUJOURS LES GENS POUR DES CONS ?

Pourquoi dresse-t-on des épées de Damoclès au-dessus de chaque tête sans véritable raison ?

Peut-être pour les pousser à agir par réflexe…sans réfléchir…pour les empêcher de trouver d’autres réponses que celles des enfants d’Adam Smith…quelque chose qui changerait la façon de voir le monde présent que cette pensée unique…une véritable reforme ?

Mais où êtes-vous Keynes, Marx, Lénine et tous les autres ?…Où sont les Internationales socialistes, ouvrières ou que sais-je…? Où sont les alternatives ? Où sont les penseurs, merde ?!...

Can I be any more in utter awe?