May 11, 2011

Biblic fencing ;-)


As a child I attended regularly Sunday School and my favourite part by far was the Bible Quiz, specially because I was really good at it, I guess.  It was called "esgrima bíblico" in Spanish. Hence the joke title of this blog post.

Basically this is the way it works: the teacher says the book, chapter and number of a Bible verse and the first student to find it & read it out loud, wins a point.

Also, back in the day, at the end of the month the overall winner won a book. Which is another one of my passions. Well, another two of my passions: books and reading. Just because you like books, physically, doesn't mean that you enjoy reading them. Or maybe it's just me. Well, yeah, I'm weird that way.

Not being the sporty type, I loved teasing my schoolmates on a Monday morning saying that I had won a fencing competition at the weekend. Now that I think of it, it might turn out that I was good at sports as a child, after all!!!!

Anywho (not a typo, it's intended this way!), in recent times in my life during this path of self-discovery or whatever you want to call it, those recurrent themes that I'm finding laid before me keep going back time and time to some of those verses that we use to memorise as children. So I decided to start making note of them as I come across them. Because they are striking a chord with me, with renewed meaning. I now I'm getting musical. Another childhood bitter-sweet symphony. Aghghghrrrrr, I must stop this!
;-)

So here it goes, my first "bring-back-that-verse":

"The truth shall make you free."
John 8:32

"La verdad os hará libres."
Juan 8:32

http://www.bible.com/

Related post: Recurrent topics

May 7, 2011

Jueves 11 de Marzo 2004

Video oficial http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KHH9W_Xsbc
Video Laporta http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8R4jCdCX2XI

Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista
Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista
Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón
Y preguntarte quién eres.

Te sientas en frente y ni te imaginas
Que llevo por ti mi falta más bonita.
Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal
Se inundan mis pupilas.

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar

Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes
Como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer
De estación a estación enfrente tú y yo
Va y viene el silencio.

De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar.

Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios
Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando.
Supongo que piensas que chica más tonta
Y me quiero morir.

Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo
Yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos.
Cada mañana rechazo el directo
Y elijo este tren.

Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado
Un día especial este once de marzo.
Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel
Que apaga la luz.

Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos.
Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios.
Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo
El último soplo de mi corazón.