Bajofondo

*with the eyes i dont see ya

scary

there was a big big monster who was afraid of kids.
and during the nights the big big monster had nightmares.
he dreamt about children around him and he woke up very scared.
but in fact there was a little and pretty smart boy who terrified him a lot
more than any other boy*

the little boy with brillant and deep eyes, was always chasing the monster with his sharp questions.
poor monster

the end



*monsters of the world, lets join us!

trash

i know a girl, a girl called party*

*i think i know what she wants

**trash music (?)

bloodish

namenick

niña luciérnaga*

*firefly girl

never

I've seen the film
I know the place
I'm never lost
There's just one way across

I'm never lost

please

*please dont take a picture
it's been a bad day

semiotic

although i dont like merleau ponty, maybe he is right when he says that the language is not the way that the man has for mentioning the things of the world.

in fact it is the way that the antique man had for "singing the world".

so, inside that logic, to sing that the night is the whole darkness and

that the light is not darkness at all, has a lot of sense. *

*night and light, just a tiny difference between the words, but such a huge difference in the meaning

madness

*our house in the middle of the street, our house...

written

¡

when i was a little girl i had four imaginary friends

and a fifth one,

but he was invisible in fact

melonhead

*bc is a melon itself

worlding

the entire world between my hands*

*and exactly "there" there is a light... (?)

adore

In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart

baudelaire

La Mort des Amants

Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères,
Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.


Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.


Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux;


Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.


Charles Baudelaire





* The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds round which light scents are wafted,
Divans which are as deep and wide as tombs;
Strange flowers that under brighter skies were grafted
Will scent our shelves with rare exotic blooms.


When, burning to the last their mortal ardour,
Our torch-like hearts their bannered flames unroll,
Their double light will kindle all the harder
Within the deep, twinned mirror of our soul.


One evening made of mystic rose and blue,
I will exchange a lightning-flash with you,
Like a long sob that bids a last adieu.


Later, the Angel, opening the door
Faithful and happy, will at last renew
Dulled mirrors, and the flames that leap no more.

here

between camus and sartre. i choose camus.

definitely albert is my man.

*here comes your man, uh uhhhhhhh (?)

perfect*

so dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy. All the silly frilly things have to first get done.

*see ya soon

restless

are you better than you fake it?*

gigantic

(source: wikipedia)

Bourdieu sees symbolic capital (e.g., prestige, honour, attention) as a crucial source of power. Symbolic capital is any species of capital that is perceived through socially inculcated classificatory schemes. When a holder of symbolic capital uses the power this confers against an agent who holds less, and seeks thereby to alter their actions, they exercise symbolic violence. We might see this when a daughter brings home a boyfriend considered unsuitable by her parents. She is met with disapproving looks and gestures, symbols which serve to convey the message that she will not be permitted to continue this relationship, but which never make this coercive fact explicit. People come to experience symbolic power and systems of meaning (culture) as legitimate. Hence, the daughter will often feel a duty to obey her parents' unspoken demand, regardless of her suitor's actual merits. *

*but... gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big big love!

** or maybe that "big big love" could be understood like symbolic capital too (?)

Best

identity

the only thing that gives me the certainty that i'm still the same girl that was born in Buenos Aires -almost 50 years ago- is the fact that i keep the same name.*

* and morrissey says: "nothing' s changed/i still love you, oh, i still love you/...only slightly, only slightly less than i used to, my love "

they

*

he

Io sono troppo serio per essere un dilettante, ma non abbastanza per diventare un professionista.

transference

there must be a reason why we always think that the one we like is desired by everyone*

*everybody here wants you (so buckley) (?)

lluvia

siren

"She sighs because she feels that she will never find.

White men are like the natives: only men. They have the thinnest and clearer skin, but they are just that: only men. And she cannot love a man. She can love neither to a man who is only a man, nor to a fish that is only a fish."*

Manuel Mujica Lainez, La sirena

*sometimes i read some sentences and i think that they are so amazing that i read them over and over again, just to catch the magic and the rythm that they have inside

idea

*a bulblight is on... the light comes from the inside: inner room (?)

goodnigh'

a different way for saying things that i want to say but i dont dare:

"someday i'll have a cat that will have your name"*

*i'm the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar -or maybe i'm the air- (?)