ALIMENTO PARA EL ALMA

Desaparece la ansiedad, pero para nada llega la calma. Hay confianza en que todo va a progresar adecuadamente (como decían en el colegio) pero no nos podemos sentar a descansar, ni falta que nos hace. La temporada de cosecha no termina de llegar, pero seguimos sembrando. De hecho, la idea es sembrar más que nunca.

Disculpen que el tono de esta entrada sea tan abstracto. Me voy a ir corrigiendo. La idea es hacer (al menos) una entrada a la semana a partir de ahora para que esto comience a parecer un blog como corresponde, nuevamente. Así que el discurso lo iré articulando cada vez mejor, estoy seguro.

A la actitud de “seguir sembrando sin detenerse”, le sumo una buena dieta de alimento para el alma y la mente… En la foto se pueden ver algunas rarezas de tapa blanda que lubrican mi cerebro últimamente, que con la música y los estímulos audiovisuales me tienen a cien.

Pienso mucho en dos cosas que me dijeron (en primer lugar) y que leí (en segundo)

1) Pensar lo que se hace y hacer lo que se piensa. I´m trying, Ringo.

2) Caminar, pensar, hablar. La sencilla y perfecta técnica del gran RZA para tener la creatividad fluyendo constantemente.

Os dejo con eso. La próxima ya no me andaré por las ramas.

Una canción inspiradora...

"Still D.R.E."
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop]
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?

[Dr. Dre]
Oh for sure, check me out
It's still Dre Day, A.K.
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
'cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

[Snoop - singing]
If you ain't up on pace

[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

[Chorus:]
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm representing for them gangsters all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
[Dr. Dre]
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x]

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

[Chorus]

It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back

[Snoop - singing]
So if you ain't up on thangs

[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gonna' get mine regardless

[Chorus x1.5]

[Snoop]
Like that, right back up in ya
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.