Happy New Year, by Julio Cortazar

Look, i do not ask for much,
only your hand, take it
like a little toad that sleeps happy.
I need that door that you gave me
to enter to your world, that piece
of green sugar, of cheerful round.
Won't you lend me your hand in this night
of end of the year of hoarse owls?
You can not, for technical reasons.
Then i plan it in the air, plotting each finger,
the silky peach of the palm
and the back, that country of blue trees.
Thus i take it and hold it,
as if on it there should depend
very much of the world,
the succession of the four seasons,
the singing of the roosters, the love of the men.

tenor

Pavaroti: a canary inside a cage *

*a funny idea that still makes me laugh... so nice as living in a country with the name of another bird :O)

oh!

the best part about being small is that you don't make such a big noise when you hit the ground.
as you are so close to the floor, there is not a huge distance to travel when you faint.
- that it is why it is always preferable to have the ego under control and not let it grow to the size of elephants -*

*poor fainting elephants they should be responsible for the craters on Earth's surface (metaphoric, sure)

Lautremont

"beautiful as the chance of meeting on a dissecting-table, a sewing-machine and an umbrella!"

cof-cof

i was reading a book that someone (cof-cof cof-cof) sent me as a gift, a long time ago.

the book is a translation in english of another language (cof-cof cof-cof).

the point is that while i was reading in english i learnt a new word: unbearable

and then this idea came to my mind: "my life would be absolutely unbearable without him"

-i was talking about my isograph-*

what did you think?

*he comes with me everywhere i go

sleepwalker

My biggest fear is if I let you go

You'll come and get me in my sleep

Come and get me

come and get me in my sleep*

*why do i still have those dreams?

** yeah, definitely: come and get me........ tututuruuuuuu turuuuuuuuu turuuuuuuu

stars

...

Director of the Observatory: Have you ever seen fireflies?

Traveller: I've heard the name, but I have never seen them; they say they're very small.

Director of the Observatory: Very small? Are you sure?

Traveller: My son said so. But he said that they are beautiful.

Director of the Observatory: How old is your son?

Traveller: He's five. He caught one the other night. He showed it to me in his hand; he was very happy, he was laughing, but I couldn't see; it was too small.

Director of the observatory: Fireflies are very, very big but they can fit into the hands of a child. A person who can't see the fireflies can't see the stars.

...

*"Looking at the stars" (Yildizlara Bakmak), by Behcet Necatigil, from "Short dramas from contemporary turkish literature"

antarcticat

not just a common cat
he lives in antarctica*

*really really a very lucky one

white

piz on erz*

*and what about if we dont have blood in our veins and we just have water? that would explain our slow but pure hearts (?)

curiosity

he says: "i love the surprises"

but he can't wait for seeing them, he needs to know them before time

and when she finally tells him what is the surprise about, he feels very happy

but the surprise disappears (this is the huge problem with the surprises: they are gone as soon as you discover them)*

*that is the reason why she has to focus in the little details to surprise him (?)

title

nowadays the words dont need me

they are -probably- angry with me, so they prefer to stay far away

i'm recovering a lost way of expression

probably the first one that i had -when the summers lasted for ever and i thought that the stars were light bulbs hanging from the sky-*

* * * *

past

.suddenly she remembered all those stories about cats that she used to write and she thought that now she was completely unable to write a;






* slow hearts... really interesting (?)
** my logic has drowned in a sea of emotion/stop before you start . Be still my beating heart

mOrfiNa

you rain look like*

*iwannaknowwhatyouhavetosay tururtuuuuuuuuuut tururututuuuuuuuuuuuuuut

soul

soul mate*

*a heart that beats so slow... this is really a problem. probably a very tragic one (?)

player

it is said that the one who plays never dances *

*i solved that problem dancing with my bass

cyclops

what do the waves have to say now?

; it is like a cyclops in the middle of the nothing

so strong and confident about his fate

with his only eye of fire

leading souls disguised as boats

antartica

well my kind is your kind
i'll stay the same *

*maps, more maps, please

archetype

soluble fish*

so you could be a vanishing bird

*jung/breton/magritte

verne

here it is the lighthouse at the end of the world *

*, and probably you wanna know what is there beyond its limits

woman

and she was

chomsky

i'm gaming plays*

{give it the right meaning, if you want}

*don't stop me now cause i'm having such a good time

**just give me a call

dancer

i see that you've come to resist me
i'm a pitbull in time *

* i can dance over the walls just like him

november

and i can't remember another november more rainy than this one

probably because during the last one, i was so lost in the middle of silly thoughts that i didnt even take notice that the spring had finished and that the summer was here.

someone stole me that november -when i had lost the idea of time and i thought that everything could be possible- and i shall never get it back*

*i suspect that during those days, i was happy

**--------> probably because i was more yellow and i knew -luckily- less than i know now

tenderness

j'adore avec tout mon coeur Gregor Samsa*

*for his humanity after his metamorphosis took place.

**few moments in fiction are so tender as his death

DeStijl

I'm a Mondrian today*

-just with basic but bright colours-

*i wonder what would you be if you were here

mindreader

you are in problems when you wanna read what there is inside a head*

I'm a Chagall, today

*funny or tragic, ha!

song2

taking out the best sounds from her*

violin

i had always thought that the music came from inside the body

now i truly believe that it may come from the kidneys

*man ray -------> so surrealist

evidence

"...see what a fool i've been

Oh, Lord...*

sometimes someone makes you see that you have been so stupid during so much time

*trying to recover the lost time

mute

realism

je déteste Emma Bovary*

*for confusing reality with fiction, not being able to find out the little pieces of reality inside the fiction of life (?)

all

i want a yellow cat to sleep under the sun with

i sleep under a cat with the yellow sun

bath

music is like water

don't say any word

just bass me, please*

*-----> de nada

weightless

i feel so free today that it scares*

*so freefallin'

**all the blood is in my head, when my head is on the floor

autobiography

j' adore Ernest Hemingway in "A moveable feast"*

*because he was the main character in this book.

delvaux

one of the reasons because i like his paintings so much it is because he always includes any train or railways in them.
; i like trains
i like to walk along the stations
there is a feeling that i have when i walk between them
something that mixes the farewell with the waiting*

*a train always seems to me like a lover that comes back from the past. the train never stops, it always runs through you, destroying everything that appears in front of it
**i should train if i could <-------

catcher

j' adore Holden Caulfied*

*because sometimes growing up hurts so much

**grow to see the pain too soon

oranging

armMe or disarmMe*

*the killer inMe is the killer inYou

**giorgio de chirico ------> the first surrealist painter

tongueme

i have been braining silly ideas for a while and it was probably because we eyed*

*one day i'll stop playing games with the words. it will be when i grow up. i promise, mebelieveme

** we are badinfluencing the english

contradictory

je déteste Horacio Oliveira*

*exactly for the opposite or for the same reasons that i love him, and that i prefer not to confess -probably because i dont even know them

** and i love/hate him because he always remains me someone. nevermind

complicated

j' adore Horacio Oliveira*

*for so many reasons that i prefer not to confess -probably because i dont even know them-

turururutururutut

I got guilt, I got fear, I got regret
I’m just a panic stricken waste
I’m such a jerk
I was honest
I swear
the last thing I want to do is ever cause you pain

ago

*we used to be so yellow ------->

questions

do you know where i can find an ice cream of sun?

do you know where i can buy some tangerines? {i miss them so much those days when i stop to think}

i think that a bass line is hammering inside my head with the same obsession of a lost memory that comes back from the past*

*jaco pastorius is sitting in a corner of the moon, he is eating a tangerine ice-cream meanwhile a street kitten plays his old bass

simply

je déteste Werther*

*for being such a coward to prefer the comfort of a grave before accepting the nails of l***

dino

someone so gifted for writting an amazing novel such as "The tartar steppe"

and also, someone who had the tenderness for writting a short story named: "The dog who saw god"

------> by the way, the dog's name was Galeone

*buzzati was so adorable as the most of my surrealist and existentialist friends

simple

J' adore Martin Castillo*

*in spite of all that creepy stuff

rock

calaveras y diablitos

i don't believe you anything

how are you gonna to believe in me?

universes of land and water remove me from you...*

*skulls and little devils invade my heart
**and talking about weird weddings

nomind

, i don't know but it seems to me that what i saw it was... nevermind

i mean, it seems to me that it was the shadow of another shadow

Ex:

shadow ----------> shadow '

but as i said: it just seems to me

i'm probably wrong as usual*

*

deLpeZ

so many nights, listening that music...
sitting over that carpet

tangerine, tangerine

*living reflection of a dream/and now, a thousand years between...

close*

*so

ashes

i needed something, let's name it FAITH.

but now, I'd got FAITH and even MORE*

<-------I------->

*what do you do when you got more than you expected?

** smiling with the mouth of the ocean/and i'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain/i'll see you

personality

that day, when i begin to listen someone else's music and turn myself unable to recognize my own taste from the other, because i'll always have my ears full of that someone else's music ...

well, that day, i'll be totally and completely lost

and i wont be even myself anymore

i'll be yourself

thanks goat, i know that it will never happen

*i'll never ever like pink floyd. i like pink freud

visitme

-i was waiting for you. thanks for bringing your camera with you*

* so fascist like believing that just a human being is able to talk

belief

i dont need faith to move a mountain

i just need it to stop the rain*

*no more

impossible

"I TOUCH your mouth, I touch the edge of your mouth with my finger, I am drawing it as if it were something my hand was sketching, as if for the first time your mouth opened a little, and all I have to do is close my eyes and erase it and start all over again, everytime I can make the mouth I want appear, the mouth which my hand chooses and sketches on your face, and which by some chance that I do not seek to understand coincides exactly with your mouth which smiles beneath the one my hand is sketching on you."

Julio Cortazar

*because a hand is not just a spider, a hand can be many other things, such as a paintbrush

** probably to paint someone in fact means to create someone

punky

hangin' around with a t-shirt that says: "She's a sensation..."*

*C.O.O.L

spaceoddity*

this is the famous machine that with its vibration is preparing me to travel to the space.

now i can say: "i used to be a lawyer, but now i'm a cool russian astronaut" (?)

*thanks jesus because i always liked david bowie so much

*i wonder what kind of astronaut i am going to be... will it be possible to be a tragic one? poor martians if they get close to me

pray

all i need is faith*

*no more
**no more
***no more
****no more
*****never more

request

would you mind arrow me, please?

--------> (?) <-------

* (?)= moi... so ironic and yellow, and probably -just probably- in a poetic mood

amarillo

everything between them was so yellow
as yellow as a yellow fish
as yellow as a tree during the fall
yellower than the sun
sunner than all the yellow
sooner *

*ineedacolourtoday

street

"walking down the street ------->

*i like very much the part when the singer starts to shout

gestures

*

gift

to give someone exactly what that someone didn't even know that was looking for*

*there is no way to "pass around", sometimes an existence is modified for ever, for another one.
** ---------> this is an arrow. let's see how long it takes to appear somewhere else (?)

200

*here
**now

magritte

"written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts "

-close your eyes and think of someone you physically admire-

*i suspect that surrealism is a bastard consequence of romanticism. that is why i like both of them so much

spiderhand

; because at the end it is so simple and so obvious ------> as sometimes is the truth.

but the point is that a hand in fact is an spider, but not a common one.

an spider of flesh and bones, and it could be possible to admit that this spider has an arm that we could consider as a very special bonus track.*

*so many things can be touched by two spiders like these... for instance a bass (?)

** am i getting mad? probably... oh!, how tragic, more tragic than Antigona.

fernando*

"Every day things happen in the world that cannot be explained by any law of things we know. Every day they're mentioned and forgotten, and the same mystery that brought them takes them away, transforming their secret into oblivion. Such is the law by which things that can't be explained must be forgotten. The visible world goes on as usual in the broad daylight. Otherness watches us from the shadows. "

(?)


"I exempt you of being present in my idea of you. "

*another fernando, not a vidal olmos one, a pessoa one

**(?)

danger

sometimes it is very dangerous to jump from a flower to another

it could happen that a flower turns into a carnivorous plant -or something like that- and finally eats the little jumper

in other words: it could happen that the flower.................*

*sorry, i can't go on writing because i can't stop laughing, but i'll try to come back to this idea the next time, but now it is impossible because i'm laughing a lot, like a crazy clown or like Glenn Close in that movie with many spoty dogs (?)

**sobutsobutso metaphoric

uncertainty

because really, what i wanted the most is to have the certainty that my words come to destination.

getting that the message comes to the other side.

but for that, it would be necessary that my words were perfect arrows* thrown from my bow straight to the target -it seems to be a moving one-, to remain and be meditated there... probably forever.
no matter how i try, i always have the sensation that my words are not like that.

in fact they are so lost, disconnected and dispersed that actually they look like those little planes of paper that the children make and that always fall to the feet of that someone who throws them to the air

*i'm so tired of playing... playing with this bow an arrow

crush

) and those were the days when she was thinking that in case of have been Palas Atenea, she had had a romance with Dioniso* (

*the goddess was so (?) and he was so lost so lost as a sinner

**extremely greek and tragic

cuthere

Because the point is that the thread always is cut by the thinnest part though it almost never is a fair thing*

*where the hell is the poetic justice when i need it the most?

train

(f#)lies

because it is exactly as my friend VJ has said: "The problem is that when you loose your faith in that someone, you loose your faith in the whole humanity itself"*







*idontbelieveanymore

slavery

"without even knowing we are slaves of some dead economist"*

John Maynard Keynes

*come on, let's play that we have no money and we change your toys for mine

symphony

cri cri.... cri cri...

cri cri*

*soon is now, and now is too late.

**vistalahasta

askme

who knows?

*this is me in these days, an interrogative mark itself or myself or whatever

**so tragic, so tragic, so tragic {really tragic?}

**#cri cri cri cri {}

extraluck

*some objects have all the luck.

**2009-4009meansalways

example

a place to put ALL the things that can be used in another opportunity*

*cri cri cri cri