Blackened

Una entrada muy digna de este blog es la letra de Blackened, un temazo de Metallica que es uno de los grupos favoritos del perro negro.

Blackened is the end

Winter it will send

Throwing all you see

Into obscurity

Death of mother earth

Never a rebirth

Evolutions end

Never will it mend

Never

Fire

To begin whipping dance of the dead

Blackened is the end

To begin whipping dance of the dead

Color our world blackened

Bustering of earth

Terminate its worth

Deadly nicotine

Kills what might have been

Callous frigid chill

Nothing left to kill

Never seen before

Breathing nevermore

Never

Fire

To begin whipping dance of the dead

Blackened is the end

To begin whipping dance of the dead

Color our world blackened

Blackened

Opposition...contradiction...premonition...compromise

Agitation...violation...mutilation...planet dies

Darkest color

Blistered earth

True death of life

Termination....expiration...cancellation...human race

Expectation...liberation...population...lay to waste

See our mother

Put to death

See our mother die

Smouldering decay

Take her breath away

Millions of our years

In minutes disappears

Darkening in vain

Decadence remains

All is said and done

Never is the sun

Never

Fire

To begin whipping dance of the dead

Blackened is the end

To begin whipping dance of the dead

Fire

Is the outcome of hypocrisy

Darkest potency

In the exit of humanity

Color our world blackened

Blackened

Blackle

Una reflexión muy propia de The Black Dog habría sido usar www.blackle.com.

Es una iniciativa de Google para ahorrar energía, usando esta página en lugar de la página de Google original. La única diferencia entre ambos es que Blackle tiene el fondo negro lo cual, según estudios, puede ahorrar una cantidad nada despreciable de energía a nivel mundial.

En la propia página hay un contador de los Kwh ahorrados hasta ahora

The Legend of the Black Dog

Bueno, pues aquí va la primera entrada en el blog del perro negro. La idea de The Black Dog... bueno, a ver si Suso se mete y explica de dónde salió la idea. En fin, el caso es que, una vez Suso y yo pusimos nombre a nuestro proyecto (sea cual sea ese proyecto), nos dimos cuenta de que el concepto de "the black dog" ya tiene bastante historia por detrás... ahí va la leyenda del perro negro:

Long ago in England there was a castle which was always guarded by soldiers. The guard room was just inside the great entrance of the castle and a passage led from it, through one of the old churches, to the Captain of the Guard's room. At the end of every day, the soldiers took turns locking the castle gates and carrying the key through the dark passage back to the Captain.

About this time, a big black dog with rough curly hair would be seen sometimes in one room, next time in a different room. He did not belong to anyone there and no one knew anything about him. But every night, when the candles were lighted in the guard room and the fire was burning bright, he would come down the dark passage and lay down by the hearth. He made no sound, but lay there until the break of day, when he would get up and disappear into the passage.

At first the soldiers were terrified of him, but after a while they got used to the sight of him and lost some of their fear, though they still looked upon him as something more than mortal. While he was in the room the men were quiet and no bad words were spoken. When the hour came to carry the key to the Captain, two men would always go together. No man would face the dark passage alone.

One night, however, one foolish fellow had drunk more than was good for him and he began to brag that he was not afraid of the dog. It was not his turn to take the keys, but to show how brave he was he said he would take them alone. He dared the dog to follow him.

"Let him come!" he shouted, laughing. "I'll see whether he be dog or devil!" His friends were terrified and tried to hold him back, but he snatched up the keys and went out into the passage. The black dog slowly got up from before the fire and followed him. There was a deathly silence in the guard room, no sound was heard but the dashing of the waves on the steep rocks of the castle islet.

After a few minutes, there came from the dark passage the most unearthly screams and howls. The soldiers looked at each other in horror, but not one dared to move to see what was going on. Presently they heard steps, and the rash fellow came back into the room. His face was pale and twisted with fear. He spoke not a word, then or afterwards. In three days he was dead, and nobody ever knew what had happened to him that fearful night... The black dog has never been seen again!