Técnicas de demolición
Conversación mantenida entre ingenieros madrileños y catalanes:
Madrileños: Tenemos un edificio que queremos derribar, sabemos que tenéis experiencia, ¿como lo haríais?
Catalanes: Bueno, os aconsejamos que construyáis debajo un tunel de metro.
Madrileños: Tenemos hechos ya tres lineas que se cruzan en ese punto, una de cercanías y un intercambiador.
Catalanes: ¿Y el muy cabrón sigue en pie?
Madrileños: Sí.
Catalanes: ¡¡¡Pues prendedle fuego!!!
Muestra gratuita de humor politicamente incorrecto leída en la bitácora de spike_mandrake en barrapunto.com
The Rose - Bette Midler
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless, aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you, its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
Bette Midler – The Rose
