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 (?)

japanesedog

she survived 21 days after the earthquake and the tsunami, over a roof, in the middle of the sea

this is why i love dogs so much*

*since she was rescued, it is said that she is very sweet and that she eats sausages and cookies

3/4

i know that today is your day

and i'm sure that you must be having a great time

in your new place, with many new friends

and a big big party, with great music,

full of joy,

with many girls mad about you, running naked around

and maybe some balloons

and a wet chocolate cake

and so many presents that you deserve

...*

*but i'm here, and altought i know that it is meaningless in comparison with all that big big ball, i wanna wish you the best today and all the happiness of the world

tutututtt

erasing again what it had been written here.

*why am i so shy?

HELP!!!!!

father is learning english.

i really need someone who rescues me from here (?)*

*an emotional rescue

bonovox

and it is absolutely impossible not to see Bono everywhere.

he's on the tv, he's on the stage, he's with the president, he's in the restaurants.

you are giving a walk and you see him in your town...*

*but i'm not going to the show yet.

**#culturaldefeat