Walden 7 That red light district. Those children playing in the ruins of the cement plant. That duck pond, made up. Those soccer games, in the main gallery. That football on the grass, from a famous architecture workshop. That great game, against the Finestrelles neighborhood of 86, and we won!!!. Those broken glass from a ball. That "pichi", or poor man's baseball, or imaginative. Those 4 baseball bases in the main plaza. Those cypresses. Those friends, who were 2 brothers. That friend with a puppy dog. That baptize a stray dog, and make it the mascot of the gang. That mini BH, red or green, model from 79. That half-empty architectural mass. That infinite space. That thick fog, 10 meters away, visibility. That incessant wind. That green on the slopes. Those herds. That 1992 filming of "el amante bilingüe" (1993). That society, half utopian. Those networks, that made us, from another planet. That skin of the building, falling on the nets. That noise of the til

LES CORTS That Parra, who should be given copyright. Those girls with the t-shirt, bleached. That delusional Marketing. That approve five of seven in September. Those random moments. That kiriki. Those snake eyes. That homemade and wild party from 92, for which even today, they stop me on the street. That 93 shirt. Those repeaters more than rolled up and great "persons". Those ripped pants. That end-of-stage trip, which fell, at the last minute. That familiar, by Ismael Serrano. That exquisite neighborhood. That youth house. That gazebo. And so many drunk "that". That improvised rugby in the gardens. That walk from end to end of the neighborhood. 05/1992 09/1994 05/2013 ÚLTIMAMENTE {ISMAEL SERRANO}   TITI TIME (C)

  CAN CLOTA That sneak into the school field. That chatting of the most suffocating intimacies, in an abandoned car, in the suburban steppe. Those haunted houses. That stick the file in the mud. That eighty-four collection. Those routes, through caves in the "forest", which was nothing more than a park. Those snakes and those rabbits, from the countryside. Those marbles. Those hand thunder. That constant gossip. EL SITIO DE MI RECREO  {ANTONIO VEGA} TITI TIME (C).

  TO BE A BETTER PERSON   Lyrics: I'm trying to survive in this world of desapointment with my family and friends closer than never i'm trying to survive the losts i had and there is more to come i'm trying to survive the standards of society to be a better person for you and for me to be a better person for you and for me to be a better person for me  and for you to be a better person I'm trying to survive in this world of desapointment with my family and friends closer than never i'm trying to survive the losts i had and there is more to come i'm trying to survive the standards of society to be a better person for you and for me for you and for me for you and for me for me  and for you to be a better person to be a better person to be a better person to be a better person. Letra ( traducida) : estoy tratando de sobrevivir en este mundo de decepción con mi familia y amigos más cerca que nunca estoy tratando de sobrevivir las perdidas que tuve Y hay más por veni

                   PLAZA REAL Seen from a future time, which now present, it seems like a dream. Happiness was nothing more than a night in "Glaciar "(Plaza Real). An improvised combo of bohemians, they were posh American boys, out of boy scout hours, with a ripped guitar. They played with great intention "losing my religion" (REM). What a joy at a certain level of drink. What an indelible memory. Ah!... And what to say about the Sidecar march. It was one more attraction of the magical square. An intergenerational institution, it is the Jamboree. When I hung out the most, Steve de Swart played bass. By the way, as this gentleman played, it was simply a great show. That more visceral JAZZ, that blows to the strings, more precise and thoroughly rehearsed. What perfection, almost imperfect and balanced. After the nightly "show", we always had to walk Rambla towards the mountain, and eat some stuffed croissants, which some nomadic street vendors sold us for a

CANCIONES-SONGS: Estas canciones se distribuyen en varios géneros: pop melancólico, rock agresivo, pop social, pop cómico, rock social... descúbralo usted mismo.  These songs are distributed in several genres: melancholic pop, aggressive rock, social pop, comic pop, social rock ... discover it yourself.

RELATOS CORTOS - SHORT STORIES: Y que decir de los relatos, son locos, viscerales y incluso censurables, alguno lo he censurado por improcedente...  And what to say about the stories, they are crazy, visceral and even reprehensible, some have been censured as inappropriate ... titi time (c)

LA  POESÍA-POETRY: Esto es un recorrido, entre el mundo de las tinieblas y la realidad más auténtica. Estas poesías son un viaje. This is a journey, between the world of darkness and the most authentic reality. These poems are a journey.  titi time (c)

My free days It sowed every cell in my body; She dazzled me, she tore me apart and came back; My impassive ecosystem never rejuvenated; Between waves of memories and dry fjords; The anguished sea of your absence; My days are authentic, free ... TRANVIA DE VAN GOGH ENAMÓRATE DE ALGUIEN MÁS {MORAT} titi time (c).

The warmth Feeling wrinkled is not for lack of warmth; With the noise of the claws of loneliness; Between bites of sublime incense; Joy and brotherhood, avoiding falsehood; The swarm, a thin flock, climbs to the sky; Between wrinkles, dead hours and sickle blows; ...  L'EMPORDÀ {SOPA DE CABRA} TITI TIME (c).

EINSTEIN ETERN Einstein created the propitious conditions for humanity to produce a personality that was as influential as its great personality. The fact is that since the creation of the atomic bomb in the world is impossible to have a world war, the species would disappear, so we are playing all without limits until he (Einstein) returns to appear. DANCING ON MY OWN {CALLUM SCOTT} titi time (c)

FLEES Run through the streets, Without you, I am nobody, Shadows of the unconscious, They make you incandescent, Fire your faith. We are free, the world can dance; Our dance in freedom. Mine I found it, For lying in your honey, One step to a brothel, You ended up worshiping me. We are free, the world can dance; Our dance in freedom. We are great among all, We are big in spite of everything, The all powerful love, That you gave me without any fear. We are free, the world can dance; Our dance in freedom. PURO TEATRO {LA LUPE} ELLA {ALEJANDRO SANZ} SWEET BUT PSYCHO {AVA MAX} titi time (c)

“IN THE GHETTO” It was the Jerry's bar, it was all wood of formics worn because of the bottles of beer bottles. F. spoke with J. They were raised together in the "ghetto" (somewhere in the industrial belt of Baix Llobregat), they grew together, they estimated, they were two old friends, despite the political differences, they were respected and They had personal devotion. This is an example of coexistence within the current ideological framework in Catalonia. Many have raised me together, we love and respect. That's when the day of voting, we do not lose it, everyone votes at home, and God at the same time, nothing happens here. PAÍS PETIT { LLUÍS LLACH} PASA LA VIDA  {PATA NEGRA} titi time (c)

TO RHINOCEROSE FISHING TO RINOCEROSE FISHING; I DIRECTED AT THE MOMENT THAT I PLUS I WANTED. I HAD NO FEET NOR HEAD BUT EVIDENTLY THIS IS THING THAT COMPRESSES LIVING: IF THE WORD IS CHOSEN TO BE CHOSEN SUPRALITERAL. IT IS INCREDIBLE TO BELIEVE THAT WE ARE, IF ONLY WE ARE, AND THAT RUINS!!! HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY  {VAN MORRISON} {ROD STEWART} titi time (c)

WHERE WHERE IT IS EMBARRASSINGLY  PUNCTURE CREDIBLE BUT ALL THAT WE SEE, HEAR,SMELL, TOUCH, BUT NOT ACTUALLY DO MORE THAN PSEUDOFEEL,"WHAT", WE WANT, AND WE FEEL NO MORE NECESSARY CONDITION,OBVIATED THAT OF IN A WORLD AGENCY CALLING ITSELF.                                                                DÓNDE {PABLO LOPEZ} titi time (c)

CIRCULAR REALITY They are not similarities Neither alliances They are experiences Traced by The world Earth the sky And the sea Circular reality Between dreams I have What to do Reality inside the sea The moon burst again Between hectic periods We were suns tired I do not get Remember That memory He got In the cardboard box It was not only shipwrecked Or fly It was something from Beyond LAMENTO BOLIVIANO  {ENANITOS VERDES} VIDA LOCA {PANCHO CÉSPEDES } titi time (c)

Be happy Live the way, make way; Be happy, fill the world, So much fun for all. You paused after a word, We were left with love; without effort, Be happy, where are you shadows? They do not exist and a new kiss is moved, a sincere kiss and full of anger. PRESUNTOS IMPLICADOS {COMO HEMOS CAMBIADO} PAULINA RUBIO  {TE QUISE TANTO} titi time (c)

OURS Ours comes. It's so old, It's almost a suburb. Broken soul anticipated; Short trails and slow phrases, Among all things and others, Do not miss out on the void, What more gives eternity, For four years I've been bitten They are gone, gone: A natural flower of the city. CÓMO TE ATREVES {MORAT} CUÁNTO ME DUELE {MORAT} REBEL REBEL {DAVID BOWIE} TITI TIME (C)

WE WANDER Because we roam the universe; If the airplanes fly us in verse; Because, when everything is so perverse; Versed on your face, I can not find you a monster. I'm incapable, just stay ... You are, we will be, we were ...   ... The shirt in the attempt. I am incapable of hating you ... !!! CHERYL COLE MI VERDAD  {MANÁ, SHAKIRA} PICTURES FOTOS LLAMANDO A LA TIERRA {M-CLAN} ESCALERAS DE ARENA {PAULINA RUBIO} TITI TIME (C)