and we dont know
just where our bones will rest
to dust, i guess

i started something
and i forced you to a zone
and you were clearly
never meant to go
hair brushed and parted
typical me, typical me
typical me
i started something
and now i'm not too sure




what the hell does this lyric mean, stephen?

and i had seen myself probably two or three times in my arriving at that airport
and i had imagined how things were going to be
i had pictured in my mind a couple of situations that could happen in that context.
but of course, nothing of that took place.
as Bolaño and Porta say: "ideal scenes hurt".

tender is the day
when demons go away

yeap, me too

for the way i feel about you
paradise not lost it's in you

tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night
without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life
to the toss of the dice?

and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real

and i suspect that lev and sophie are tolstoi and his wife.

and yes, of course, take me wherever you want

the last saturday i went to eat to a japanese restaurante
i took a tempura of vegetables
and for dessert i had a ginger and  green tea ice cream.
it was delicious.
lets say that it was so toru watanabe







btw.1: ginger ice cream was made by God
btw.2: i could never love a man who doesnt like the smiths

i'm moving like a train into some foreing land
i aint got ticket for this ride
but i will

this picture in my pocket

looks like you

it's the rest of my life

just rolling rolling rolling

we re all

the spring has come here.
well, not exactly
in fact its is cold and it is raining right now.
and i have discovered that i only like the rain during the warm days
but not anymore in the cold ones.
apparently i'm like the spring
that always seems to be the same
but every year is different

i have been thinking that in all the situations -in music and literature- when one of the lovers invites to the other to die together, the one who brings the idea to the couple is always the desperate one.

Probably, the one who is suffering the more, believes that the death can bring some peace to the end.

probably it would be time to start a blog about Murakami




(and about Bolaño, too, for sure)

Again she turned to gaze at me. "Hajime", she said after a while."When i look at you driving, sometimes i want to grab the steering wheel and give it a yank. it would kill us, wouldn't it?"

"we'd die, for sure. we're going at eighty miles an hour"

"you'd rather not die with me?"

"i can think of more pleasent ways to go". i laughed. "and besides, we havent listened to the record yet. that's the reason we are here, isn't it?"

"dont worry", she said. "i wont do anything like that. the thought just crosses my mind from time to time."

doesnt it remind you anything?

names

Arturo Belano is the name of one of the characters of Roberto Bolaño.

In fact, Arturo Belano is himself.

He chose the name Arturo because his favourite french poet was Arthur Rimbaud.

but tonight you belong to me

every time that i listen: "we could be so happy, baby (if we wanted to)",

the phrase that comes to my mind is:

"we were so close to be everything

and we finished being nothing"

and when you start thinking that the only problem that you had were the teeth,

then you find out that you already had a problem with the ears

a bridge of kisses over the abyss of memory

i have always thought that there is something wrong when i look at a picture.

the portrait of someone, i mean.

i just couldnt guess what it was, but now i think that i finally found what it is.

when you look that kind of pictures, you use to believe that the one who is caught in the picture is looking at you.

for a moment you feel that you are the receptionist of the picture.

you are part of a relationship between two people: the one in the photograph and you.

but what you forget, or dont know, or dont want or cant see is that there is someone in the middle of you two.

the one that took the picture, the real one to whom the eyes of the person inside the picture are really directed to.

btw: i like one of your pictures.

the one where you are frowning 

love never brings something good. love always brings something better

roberto bolaño, i have a crush on you

and you can shoot me
and you can throw me off a train
....






sure, sure... he is always so tragic

you are... and you are...

look at me that way

-... would you take off your clothes and let me see your body?
- you want just me to take off my clothes?
- yes. first you take all your clothes off. i want to look at your body. you don't want to?
- i dont mind. if you want me to, i said.

south of the border, west of the sun, haruki murakami

maybe it is not a good idea that an only child falls in love with another only child.

but things happen

between all the strange relationships that i establish with writers, there is one a little peculiar between cortázar and me.

every time that i have given one of his books to a boy, as a gift, the things didnt work out as i expected.

and i'm absolutely sure that i'm not the reason of that failure, because -as everybody knows- i'm nice and adorable and very smart and even funny.

maybe it is because they dont like cortázar or because they dont understand his writing.

i have started to think that they didnt even read the book that i gave to them.

definitely, it is all cortazar's fault. 

 

..

.

my only mistake is i keep hoping

Stone is not stone

There was a time when stone was stone 

And a face on the street was a finished face. 

Between the Thing, myself and God alone 

There was an instant symmetry. 

Since you have altered all my world this trinity is twisted: 

Stone is not stone 

And faces like the fractioned characters in dreams are incomplete 

Until in the child's inchoate face 

I recognize your exiled eyes. 

The soldier climbs the glaring stair leaving your shadow. 

Tonight, this torn room sleeps 

Beneath the starlight bent by you.

Carson Mccullers

what i really want is not to want so much

not to want impossible things, 

that probably are the only ones that deserve to be wanted

and one day i started to miss
we all knew that this was going to happen someday*




*i know it's gonna happen someday (by Morrissey)

need to see you at least one more time
come here in july
please

you have sth that belongs to me

just give me what is mine and nobody gets hurt

i am in love
and it is not friday

i dont like guys who smoke
and i'll go to hell because i'm a lier
\o/

i protect this place with the strength that i protect myself from the cold outside

hard to believe that they played this :0)

tonight, it will be absolutely impossible not to think about,
when they play a forest

love is natural and real

but not for you, my love

not tonight, my love

love is natural and real

but not for you and i, my love

why?

there are so many things that i want to say here, specially in spanish because they sound better...

but i have no people who may understand them and besides, it would  be too risky.

oh, by the way:  it is better not to write a word if you have drunk wine

:0)

i'll remember it, just in case

i don't need to know

know where you are

only that you are

safe in this world

let's celebrate your birthday. that's all i want to do

altough i'm clearly a dog

there is always a cat in between

and tell me, how much do you look alike david?

you, so paris

and me, so berlin

"the popular, and heavily romanticised, interpretation of this closeness is that "There is a light that never goes out" is a love song to johnny marr, who regularly ferried the singer around by car. 

asked in 2005 if this was the case, Morrissey stated: "It wasnt and it isnt".

"i never spent much time thinking about that stuff", adds Marr. "it was only after the band split that these theories came out. only Morrissey knows. when we recorded it i wasnt there thinking, "aw, this is about me", or anything. if it is, great. if it's not, then it's still a great song. i'm sure there's worse songs written about me so  it might as well be a good one. but, for the record, i wasnt the only person who used to drive Morrissey around by car, put it that way".

Mozipedia, the encyclopedia of Morrissey and The Smiths, Simon Goddard

to get something that you never got,

you have to do something that you never did

"but if nostalgia means the powerful recollection of strong emotions -and a regret that such feelings are no longer present in our lives- then i plead guilty. .. and if we're talking about strong feelings that will never come again, i suppose it's possible to be nostalgic about remembered pain as well as remembered pleasure. and that opens up the field, doesn't it?..."

the sense of an ending, Julian Barnes

flying people

giving my life to a rainbow like you

there was nothing in the world 

that i ever wanted more

than to feel you deep in y heart

there was nothing in the world

that i ever wanted more

than to never feel the breaking apart

if you could ask me anything tonight, what would it be?

http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/exhibitions/david-bowie-is




i wanna go

...

pushing my face in the memory of you again

but i never know if it's real

never know how i wanted to feel

never quite said what i wanted to say to you

never quite managed the words to explain to you

never quite knew how to make them believable

and now the time has gone

another time undone

...

just for the only fact of knowing that his last video is about berlin, shows to me that i was right when i chose that city.

ok, let's talk about perfection

if you want, for sure

thanks god or the destiny or whatever because some people dont use whasapp or line or viber or skype and because you dont have their telephone number, when you are a little dizzy for the toasts with  good wine, and so you cant call them just for saying that couple of things that you were hiding even from yourself

:0)


anyway ... happy new year
just happy because the secrets are safe  because bigmouth didnt strike this  time