hey, are you lost?

do you want me to take you home?

-was berlin your first choice?

- sorry, i dont get your point

- nobody comes here for no reason. people come to this city for two options: looking for the cure or death

- i see. give me a pair of days here and i'll give you the answer

those days in berlin were the weirdest

being so lost in the middle of the world

berlin is probably  the best city to hide

mrs. jones

be my wife 

Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe'em on your dress 
and send it to me

i dont need to be the producer anymore. i just wanna be the channel for now and ever

i've come to wish you an unhappy birthday

the sex machine

i wanna be a toy at your birthday party

ok, ok, ok. this is the last video that i post from Bowie. but his guest... it was so hard to avoid. i just couldnt help it

David Bowie - Life on Mars

"thursday, i slept with my girlfriend. she likes to wear a blindfold during sex. she always carries around a piece of cloth in her airline overnight bag just for that purpose.

not my thing, really, but she looks so cute blinfolded like that, i can't very well object. we're all human, after all, and everybody´s got something a little off somewhere"

     The fall of the roma empire, the 1881 indian uprising, Hitler's invasion of Poland, the realm of  raging winds, from The elephant vanishes, Haruki Murakami

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"she was pretty drunk at this time, and so was i. at eleven, i accompanied her to her apartment, where we had sex as a matter of course, the way they give you a cushion and a cup of tea at an inn.
"put the light out", she said, so i did. from her window you could see a big nikon ad tower. a tv next door was blasting the day's pro-baseball results. what with the darkness and my drunknness, i hardly knew what i was doing. you  couldn't call it sex. i just moved my penis and discharged some semen.
as soon as the moderately abbreviated act was finished, she went to sleep as if she couldn't wait any longer to be unconscious. without even bothering to wipe up properly, i got dressed and left. the hardest thing was picking out my polo shrt and underpants from among her stuff in the dark."

Family affair, from The elephant vanishes, Haruki Murakami

"Afternoon sex was the best sex of all, Ann thought. morning sex she'd had enough of in her time: usually it meant, "sorry about last night but here it is anyway"; and sometimes it meant, "this'll make sure you don't forget me today"; but neither attitude charmed her. Evening sex was, well, your basic sex, wasn't it? it was the sex which could vary from enveloping happiness via sleepily given consent to an edgy, "look, this is what we came to bed early for, so why don't we just get on with it." Evening sex was as good or as indifferent, and certainly as unpredictable, as sex could be. But afternoon sex -that was never just a courteous way to round things off; it was keen, intended sex. and sometimes it whispered to you, in a curious way (and even though you were married), "this is what we're doing now, and i still want to spend the evening with you afterwards." afternoon sex gave you unexpected comforts like that".

Before she met me, Julian Barnes

“But why should you be interested in me?" 

Good question. I can’t explain it myself right this moment. But maybe – just maybe – if we start getting together and talking, after a while something like Francis Lai’s soundtrack music will start playing in the background, and a whole slew of concrete reasons why I’m interested in you will line up out of nowhere. With luck, it might even snow for us.” 

  After Dark, Haruki Murakami

"i WOULD have been yours. you SHOULD have to know it."

"now, let me ask you: do you have any idea what i would like to do right now?"

"i can't imagine."

"well, first of all, i want to lie down in a big, wade, fluffy bed. i want to get all comfy and drunk and not have any donkey shit anyway nearby, and i want to have you lying down next to me. and then, little by little, you take off my clothes. sooo tenderly. the way a mother undresses a little child. sooo softly."

"hmmm..."

"and i'm just spacing out  and feeling really nice until, all of a sudden i realize what's happening and i yell at you "Stop it, Watanabe" and then i say "i really like you, Watanabe, but i'm seeing someone else. i can't do this. i'm very proper about these things, believe or not, so please stop. but you don't stop."

"but i would stop", i said.

"i know that. never mind, this is just my fantasy", said Midori. "So then you show it to me. your thing. sticking right up. i immediately cover my eyes, of course, but i can't help seeing it for a split second. and i say, "stop it! don't do that! i don't want anything so big and hard!."

"it's not big. just ordinary."

"never mind, this is a fantasy. so then you put on this really sad face, and i feel sorry for you and try to confort you. there there, poor thing."

"and you are telling me that's what you want to do now"?

"that's it."

"oh, boy."

Norwegian wood, Haruki Murakami

"what´s this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? fascists, the whole bunch of them! why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine? i mean, i myself know at least 250 unclassy girls with long hair. really"

Norwegian wood, Haruki Murakami

"things that dont matter at all to one persona can hurt another so deeply it seems as bad as dying"

Hardboiled & hardluck, Banana Yoshimoto

" i am too pure for you or anyone.

your body 

hurts me as the world hurts god..."

Fever 103°, Sylvia Plath

Billie Holiday - It's A Sin To Tell A Lie (1942)

"It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you dont need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone" 

How to be good, Nick Hornby

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