domingo, 29 de marzo de 2020

No por antes madrugar antes amanece más temprano


Lo más triste de los coches autónomos será todas las veces que los ocupantes fallezcan a mitad del viaje y cuando lleguen tus invitados a la cena o el repartidor de pizza, sean cadáver. Eso llevará a la invención de sistemas de monitorización del estado de salud dentro del vehículo que en caso de emergencia redirigirán el coche al hospital o al tanatorio más cercano.

- "Ha llegado a su destino".

- "Pero estoy en una morgue, esto es muy incómodo."
- "Ah sí, Señor, obviamente el algoritmo de optimización de rutas ha sido actualizado y lo trajo aquí cinco minutos antes de lo que el monitor de salud esperaba. Vamos a dar una vuelta a la manzana y olvidar que esta situación incómoda ha ocurrido."

domingo, 15 de marzo de 2020

Historia circular de ida y vuelta...


The word is about, there's something evolving,
Whatever may come, the world keeps revolving...
They say the next big thing is here,
That the revolution's near,
But to me, it seems quite clear
That's it's all just a little bit of history repeating.
The newspapers shout a new style is growing,
But it don't know if it's coming or going,
There is fashion, there is fad
Some is good, some is bad
And the joke rather sad,
That it's all just a little bit of History repeating.
And I've seen it before
And I'll see it again
Yes, I've seen it before
Just little bits of history repeating
Some people don't dance, if they don't know who's singing,
Why ask your head, it's your hips that are swinging
Life's for us to enjoy
Woman, man, girl and boy,
Feel the pain, feel the joy
Aside set the little bits of history repeating
Just little bits of history repeating
And I've seen it before
And I'll see it again
Yes, I've seen it before
Just little bits of history repeating

domingo, 1 de marzo de 2020

Stuck



by Caro Emerald

I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday
I wish that I was beachin' down on Saint Tropez
Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre
With diamonds on my fingers and not a single care
Instead I'm on the Avenue where nobody goes
With fields of green that wilted like a last summer rose
Some people call it paradise, but I call it pain
Baby take me anywhere, but not here again
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do
You promised me a motorcade and endless perfume
A palace in Geneva with a perfect view
And dreams painted yellow like the colour of gold
And dine with kings and queens until the food gets cold
Instead I'm on the edge of all I thought I would be
This dream is now a comedy I don't wanna see
Some people call it laughter but I call it pain
Baby take me anywhere but not here again
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do
Oh I do
I know we have a chemistry
This combination's heavenly
But don't forget you promised me
Everything, everything
I know we have a chemistry
This combination's heavenly
But don't forget that you promised me
Everything
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do
Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere
Standing here with nothing to do
Wondering if I really love you, oh oh
I guess that I do

Songwriters: Paul Allen Crosby / Christopher Jon Dabaldo / David A. Novotny / Joseph Scott Sappington / Wayne A. Swinny
Stuck lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network