Quiero hacer esta excursión!! Alguien me acompaña a Málaga?
El Camino del Rey es un paso construido en las paredes del Desfiladero de los Gaitanes en El Chorro, cerca de Álora (Málaga). Se trata de un paso peatonal de 3 km. con largos tramos con una anchura de apenas 1 m. colgando hasta 100 m. de altura sobre el río, en unas paredes prácticamente verticales.
La Sociedad Hidroeléctrica del Chorro, propietaria del Salto del Gaitanejo y del Salto del Chorro necesitaba un acceso a ambos para facilitar el paso de los operarios de mantenimiento, transporte de materiales, y la vigilancia de los mismos. Las obras se iniciaron en 1901 y fueron terminadas en 1905.
En 1921, el rey Alfonso XIII asistió a la inauguración de la presa del Conde del Guadalhorce cruzando para ello el camino previamente construido. Fue a partir de este momento cuando se le empezó a apodar como Caminito del Rey, nombre que se mantiene vigente actualmente.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
jueves, 12 de marzo de 2009
martes, 3 de marzo de 2009
No Surprises
Marzo, Primera Semana
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
sábado, 28 de febrero de 2009
Queer
Febrero
Hey boy, take a look at me
Let me dirty up your mind
I'll strip away your hard veneer
And see what I can find
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
This is what he pays me for
I'll show you how it's done
You learn to love the pain you feel
Like father like son
The queerest of the queer
Hide inside your head
The blindest of the blind
The deadest of the dead
You're hungry cause you starve
While holding back the tears
Choking on your smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)
I know you're dying to (You can touch me if you want)
I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)
But you can't stop
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
You're nothing special here
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
I know what's good for you
I know you're dying to
I know what's good for you
I bet you're dying to
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me
You can touch me
But you can't stop.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
Hey boy, take a look at me
Let me dirty up your mind
I'll strip away your hard veneer
And see what I can find
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
This is what he pays me for
I'll show you how it's done
You learn to love the pain you feel
Like father like son
The queerest of the queer
Hide inside your head
The blindest of the blind
The deadest of the dead
You're hungry cause you starve
While holding back the tears
Choking on your smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)
I know you're dying to (You can touch me if you want)
I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)
But you can't stop
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
You're nothing special here
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
I know what's good for you
I know you're dying to
I know what's good for you
I bet you're dying to
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me
You can touch me
But you can't stop.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
jueves, 19 de febrero de 2009
Se veía venir
Y lo que tenía que ocurrir, ocurrió...
Creo que he pasado por las 3 fases.
Ahora me voy a dedicar un tiempo al cultivo del cuerpo.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
Creo que he pasado por las 3 fases.
Ahora me voy a dedicar un tiempo al cultivo del cuerpo.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
jueves, 29 de enero de 2009
Spanglish
Siempre he creido que me defendía bien en Inglés, sin embargo, me he dado cuenta que en conversaciones habituales con un nativo americano de confianza, cada vez que le nombro algún famosete de su país o de la Gran Bretaña, no me entiende!!
Estoy seguro que vosotros pilláis a la primera a quien hago referencia cuando hablo de:
La Jale Berry, el Pies Brosnan, El Jony Dip, Roger Mur y su prima Demi (serán catalanes?), Brus Güilis, Brus Li y Brus Sprinstin, Maiquel Quein, Deivid Jasejolf, Cacerin Ceta Yons, Arnol Suarsenaguer, Bárbara (fácil) Streisan (uf) y tantos otros...
Tan mal hablo? Voy a tener que viajar más...
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
martes, 27 de enero de 2009
jueves, 8 de enero de 2009
Aragon, Rey de los Hombres
Si es que el Reino de Aragón siempre ha sido una tierra de grandes reyes.
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
Un saludo, Gruntal
XXX
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