enter

...till you came with the key...*

*open the nature (?)

where?

*where is my mind?

mafalda*

*:O)

light

a lighthouse in the middle of a crowded city (in a country of the end of the world) wannabe*

*to be a lighthouse in the middle of the sea is just a game for kids (?)

illuminations

When the world is reduced to a single dark wood
for our four eyes' astonishment,-- a beach for two
faithful children,-- a musical house
for one pure sympathy,-- I shall find you.

Should there be here below
but a single old man, handsome
and calm in the midst
of incredible luxury, I shall be at your feet.

Should I have realized all your memories,--
should I be the one who can bind you
hand and foot,-- I shall strangle you. *

*Quand le monde sera réduit en un seul bois noir

pour nos quatre yeux étonnés, — en une plage pour deux enfants fidèles, —

en une maison musicale pour notre claire sympathie, —

je vous trouverai.

Qu’il n’y ait ici-bas qu’un vieillard seul, calme et beau,

entouré d’un « luxe inouï », — et je suis à vos genoux.

Que j’aie réalisé tous vos souvenirs, — que je sois celle qui

sais vous garrotter, — je vous étoufferai.

blues

*ready to go

foofighter

and i said to the judge: "between steven seagal and chuck norris i prefer chuck norris"
-why?
-because he can fight wearing jeans
-yes, that is a very good reason

toys

you'll never know how much i really love you
you'll never know how much i really care

lalala la la lala la laaaaaa*

*i like ringo's nose

nihilism

life without music would be a mistake*

*no doubts about it

justice

hungry chair

*the one who was sitting there has been eaten (bye-bye)

!

i wanted to post a picture, but this doesnt allow me to do it

this sucks!!

BTW: what the hell does cocutu mean?

simple

*your wish is my command

iluminación*

In the Zen Buddhist tradition, satori refers to a flash of sudden awareness, or individual enlightenment, and is considered a "first step" towards nirvana.
Satori is the raison d'être of Zen, without which Zen is no Zen. Therefore every contrivance, disciplinary and doctrinal, is directed towards satori.

*a light that never...(so zen)

sunday

*another catholic boy...oh my goat! (?)

missed

a

*ei
** or maybe hey

secret

t e m o

pixieland

and she is still collecting and collecting stuffs (or stamps)*

*poor poor her! she's so stupid sometimes... always in fact (?)

2,3

Toward that sweet nest where I remained though parting,
And where the better part of me still lingers,
Whether the weary sun returns or leaves,
I always spread the wings of my desire.
And still from time to time I blame myself
For never having used device or force
To stay with you, knowing, away from you,
A thousand times a day I die while living.
My doubtful feet were moved by constant hope
That you would follow soon to visit me,
Extend my fleeting life a little longer.
Observe, my lord, the promise you have given:
To come and make these dreary shores alive,
Joyous and loved, and me grateful and happy.

Gaspara Stampa

*nothing much to say, i guess

*

you can never get enough

enough of this stuff

*poet

in my soul's dark mirror

are pictures of never-seen seas,

of abandoned, tragic imaginary lands,

dissolving into the blue the thereabouts.

thankyou for so much and sorry for so little*

offer

rilke's mother dressed him up as a girl till the age of five.
it was because rilke's sister had died before and the mother couldnt afford the death of her little daughter.
there is a picture of rilke at the age of 6, and his mother wrote somethig like this: "my boy with his first small trousers"*

*when you get the book and be ready, let me know and give me a shout (if you want, sure) because i'll be waiting

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9.10.67

i had a brother

we never saw each other but it didnt matter

i had a brother

who walked around the jungle

while i was sleeping

i loved him in my way

i took his voice

as free as the water

i walked for a while

close to his shadow.

we never saw each other

but it didnt matter,

my brother was awoke

while i was sleeping

my brother was showing to me

behind the night

his chosen star.

julio cortázar, 1967

panic

one day i will be the one "in crisis"
and the crack of 1929 will seem a little joke at mi side
believe me (?)*

*panic on the streets of london... lalala lala lalalala

poet*

"i think, i dreamed of falling leaves,

of wide forests and dark lakes,

of sad words' echo-

however, i could not understand their meaning."

*thankyou for so much and sorry for so little

SURfin'

tango

yo quiero morir contigo,

sin confesión y sin dios,

crucificado en mi pena,

como abrazado a un rencor.

yeh

*?been you have where ------------>

Train

*agnes is a great name for a second name

** i like trains so much