mood

and i have learnt to "read" the states of humour for the music*

*just a semiotician (?)

giorgio*

Agamben's philosophy of language, one of the preeminent and overarching themes of his work throughout the eighties, is informed by very fine readings of Martin Heidegger, Ludwig Wittgenstein, and Walter Benjamin.

*he is one of my latest friends

madness

*taken outside the civilization

makingup

a map as the telling of a story

it doesnt matter in fact if it reflects the reality

because the reality is something that you make up*

*there's no chace to think that reality can be objective

rid

#*he reads (?)

watching

people say i'm crazy doing what i'm doing

well they give me all kind of warnings to save me from ruin*

*

money*

we talk with metaphors

in fact we think with metaphors.

the point is that the metaphor that repesents the modern times is: "Time is money"

such a sad and poor idea, with no poetry at all inside of it

*ihatepinkfloyd

##

*not in the best mood

**the ashes are not helping

whoknows

je te deteste aujourd'hui*

*just for today, i dont know tomorrow

eco

there are situations that i have imagined so many times

that when they finally take place,

i'll have to check if i had conceived something like that before*

*it sounds like the umberto eco's semiotic (?)

flag

blindness

borges told that when he was 76 he recovered his vision parcially

and then he could hardly see the face of a woman who had been his friend during his youth.

he confessed that in that moment he understood that it was better to live in darkness

potlatch

*giving someone the best that you have

stairmeup(?)

and there must be a reason why we have built stairs for reaching to the next floor and not another kind of object.

because for me, it would be absolutely perfect getting to the first floor by using a pair of plastic wings or maybe an individual and small aerostatic ballon.

i can even go further and say that we could get the perfection if we would leave the stairs for ever and use a couple of giant birds.

for instance: huge hawks who could take us from our backs, rise us and leave us totally safe in the second or third floor.

of course, i have thought that these big birds would receive a very good salary for their contribution to the human progress (?)*

*i trully believe that in the name of progress (a fake one, of course) we have quit to the poetry... and this is so sad... so tragic and sad (?)

physics

*i disordered your atoms to make you appear

sun

i suspect that there is a relationship between camus and the sun

probably a kind of obsession or something like that

but i dont know

i'm not sure

i'll have to think about it

tech

probably the first mistake is to think that the technology is not good or bad

that everything depends on the use that you give to it.

the technology can be many things, except innocent.

it has never been innocent

and it will never be

yoga

* (?)

0

tell me in what year you are living

and i'm gonna tell you who rules the world...*

*i adore dali. i hope you adore him too

waiting

i could say: i can hardly wait to be there

i could say that

i know i could

but i wont...*

*so tragically shy (?)

penciling

*she writes secret messages, with a black pencil in small pieces of paper

noveling

*now that i take a look again, it seems so kafkian to me

fOndoOf*

*ok, i admit it: i'm a chagallist

key*

*mister

flying

my new modem is an aeroplane
the same aeroplane that i need to cross the ocean*

*:0P

mer

booking

i'm sitting over a mountain of books

or probably over a hill, to be more exactly

-sometimes i need to be precise with the words-

i'm reading so many things at the same time

and there are so many books that i want and need to read before my going

that time wont be enough, probably

but who cares?*

*i dont care

#guess

just think about this situation for a moment:

#you and i, sitting in a café, for instance in paris

and someone watching us, from another table.

if that someone try to imagine who we are and how we met and why we are sitting there

do you think that he could guess the truth?*

triumph

paul wittgenstein was a musician.

he played the piano.

he also was ludwig's brother.

during the first world war, he was sent to the front for fighting

and he lost his right arm

anyway, when he came back from the war

he decided to go on with his career as a pianist*

*ravel, as a composer, wrote for him "the left hand piano concert"

sugar

*the sweetest way to greet someone, ja! (so ironic)

professor

*what are you professing at the end? (?)

#simple

as i have nothing to write or say

i just dont write and dont say*

*just that

watchtower

i like to watch, a lot

most of the times when i watch people on the street

for instance: a couple drinking a coffee in a place

i use to start thinking about their lifes, their past, the relationship between them and all that

and i make up stories about it*

*i'm mad, i know it

meanwhile

*depeche-toi

i've done everything

so

how soon is now?

silvina

*i use to play with some necklaces (?)

:OP

*were you talking about this?

senses

there are five senses

and there is another one: the common sense

which -as it is easy to suppose- is the less common of all the senses*

*#culturaldefeat

critic

reading some texts from a critical theory means "to put in crisis" something that had been taken for granted, something that had been naturalized in a society, for instance any idea as the democracy or an institution as the family*

*there, where you think that something is the most natural in the world, is where the common sense is operating with all its strenght

tekhne

"the word technic is one of the most enigmatic in the human culture, as much as the words: justice, truth, god, music, party, game, good and evil"*

*another one of my professors says so...

*thinking about the meaning of words... a good thing to do in a day like this

meal

*the smiths say: "meat is murder"

fate

some catholics believe in predestination, but others dont.

in fact, the catholicism says that god made men and gave them the freedom to decide, to choose.

"you are absolutely free, but you are responsible of your acts".

if you do something wrong, you'll have to pay for it because you'll commit a sin and god will be ofended by your conduct.

ok, it is clear till here, but...

what about if human being is not so free to decide?

what about if your body and your feelings make you so weak that make you fall in the sin over and over?

what about if you are conditioned at the end?

that is probably the reason why morrissey sings: "why did you give me so much desire when there's nowhere i can go to offload this desire?

and then he screams: jesus,do you hate me?*

*yeah, there's no place where you can go, you'll always be a sinner

friday

and there was a time when robert was young and beautiful*

*anyway i like fat guys (?)

dignity

i'd rather be hated for who i am than loved for who i am not

doubt

*do muslims believe in predestination?

fall

*like it very much

** #everythingthathedoes

language*

arja aúl beshmet

buzá kaftan cigi

guiaúr kalym padishah

urús yamán! uzden

yamán

*courtesy of monsier lermontov

before*

*sunrise

autumn

it is so cold here that it makes me think that i'm gonna die before the winter

oh, oh, so tragic, so tragic and cold*

*i need to have a warm soul (?)

gotten

maybe

there must be a reason why i despise some characters so much

maybe they irritate me in that way because there is a secret connection between us.

like a secret tunnel*, suppose.

paris

and you finally learn that all you'll have in life are memories*

*that is one of the reasons why casablanca is so esential

blackberry

sitting in the middle of the classroom

waiting for the final exam

just when i received your message*

*sometimes technology sucks!

amor*

so glam like a white duchess

*del bueno

seguro

popmusic

the professor said that the song "sympathy for the devil" was written by mick jagger, because his girlfriend marianne faithful had lent him a book, from which he took the idea.

the professor said: "now you know what the rock is about: writting good songs and getting beautiful girlfriends who lend you books"*

*music and literature... such a combination... how didnt i think about it before, ja?

pop

my professor of Popular and Massive Culture said that the massive culture -he was talking about films- had taught the sentimental education to the people.

he explained that men had learnt how to react when a woman left them because thay had seen it before on movies.*

*so bogart taught men that it was better to get drunk to forget that crying for a woman

** because boys dont cry (?)

prayer

technology against me again?

oh no, please

forget my name, forget that i exist!

*god is a server

sabado*

days like this one, when the world is a saddest place

*t

:

so, tell me how long...

traveller

may he go to wien?

4ever

urs

now, today

tomorrow and always*

*wrapping again (so tragic)

dieci

cigarettes

oh no no, please dont smoke*

*i dont like men who smoke

really?

okcomputer

and lately i dont like to listen any radiohead's song*

*#anotherculturaldefeat

chocolate

*i'm waiting to see the big surprise that it has inside!

naked

and i have defined my new tact:

i write sth in a post... sth that i wouldnt dare to say usually,

but when i finish to write it, inmediately i write another post and nobody takes notice of what had been written before.

probably is a silly way of covering a thing with another one.

for me is the easiest way for saying sth like: imissyou, thinking that i wont be discovered.*

*made me take a new tact... lalala lalala laaaaaaa lalalaaaaa

asleep

green

and if one day you look at me with those cat eyes, i wont know what to do.
it is really tragic to be so shy*

*but look at me anyway

mourning

The dark eagles, sleep and death,
Rustle all night around my head:
The golden statue of man
Is swallowed by the icy comber
Of eternity. On the frightening reef
The purple remains go to pieces,
And the dark voice mourns
Over the sea.
Sister in my wild despair
Look, a precarious skiff is sinking
Under the stars,
The face of night whose voice is fading.*

*trakl

mad2

i have this other relationship with the literature:

i read something: a novel, a short story or maybe a poem.

then in the book takes place a situation and i find out that what is happening to the character is something that happened to me in my life.

in that moment i start thinking: "oh, well, if i were X (put the name of the character that you prefer) i should behave like this or i should do this, because i did it in my life (or not)".

it is something like what Umberto Eco describes when he explains that a book is never done when the writer finishes to write it. he says that a book is complete just in the moment when the reader gets to it and then his world (his sense of the world and the life) collides with the writer's world.

maybe this is the reason why a book is never the same for different people...

mad

there is a point when reality and fiction get mixed (at least in my life).

there was an argentinian writer named Roberto Arlt (i like him so much) he wrote a magnificent book named "the seven mad ones".

the main character is a poor man who is abandoned by his wife.

the text is very rich but i want to arrive to this point: the man is sad because his wife left him for another man. he knows that he cant offer a better life to her, he is a poor man, almost insignificant guy and the lover is strong and powerful.

along the novel, he imagines his wife with the lover. he is doing something and he starts to think that they are together, probably sleeping together, having sex. he feels terrible, he gets so jealous and sad at the same time.

....

meanwhile, the writer tell us that exactly in that moment the woman is not with the lover anymore, she is actually living with some nums.

she never had sex with the lover, she just used him as a excuse for leaving his husband, but she still loves him.

....

we, the readers know that, but the poor husband doesnt. and in that moment, i would like to talk to him for telling that everything is ok, that she has never cheated on him.

i feel all the pitty of the world for the insignificant man and i wanna help him to feel better.

but it is impossible.

it's just a book.

it's fiction.

it's just a character.

nothing is real.

except my pitty for him that goes on.

;0)

*this explains absolutely everything

scissorhands

best haircut ever *

*no doubts at all

morph

crossing the town by bus, during the night coming back from the university

meanwhile in my earphones sounds youlooklikerain

impossible not to think*

*just impossible

nobodyelse

citizen

i'm sure that happiness must be like this*

*flying over a city

dessert

*have you ever tasted an "alfajor"?

adored

he was an argelian writer (one of the best ones)

she was a spanish actress

they were in love*

*it makes me glad to know that he was loved till his death

remarkable

*things that i "textlight" while i "study" (?)

ten

anybody?

so

*what is real? ar u real?

flyer

maybe this is not the best way for flying

but i cant help trying *

*and what about if one day i finally reach the heights? ** it would be nice to see *** from above

exhausted

how long will it take till july?

i need holidays right now

i need vacations!*

*i want summer vacations in july (?)