somuch

*cut here and the cure have the same letters, robert smith wrote this song one of the many times that he said that "the cure" was over.

**i like the way that simon moves while he plays the bass

advice

are you nervous?

*this is what i usually do

celebration

in the middle of the carnival*

* and i dont know why but in buenos aires, all that we have are melancholy carnivals

**we are not brazilian. we'll never be.

***the spirit of the tango chases this city

metegol

*looking for new play-mates

-

ok, i'm agree with the sentence: "you are what you write",

but the point is this: if i have no idea about what to write (like it happens to me in this moment) and i'm not even able to write a word, does it mean that i'm nothing?*

*so, molko was really so right? (?)

with

it is so but so easy to see that life with you here is better*

*something inside the cards i know is right. dont want to live somebody elses life

without

if i were brave enough i could write that nothing here (in this blog) has sense without you.

but we all know perfectly that i'm a complete coward who is not able of writing a thing like that.*

*thanks jesus that nobody is reading (this blog) right now

questioning

and now what?*

*what?

u

and the point is that now i cant conceive listening blur without thinking about you*

*and when i say "you", i'm talking about "you", yes "you"

voice

a friend of yours*

*someone with that voice cant be actually dead (?)

*

everywhere I am is just another thing without you in it

smithing

subversive

your hand-writting

marks of a little spider left on the paper

a little spider that writes with its four pairs of legs in a white paper.

*there is something about your hand writting that reminds me the idea of a perfect revolution

wish

*Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They're all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again
I wish you would

nazar bead

i like so much the little white elephants

and the misterious eyes
and the white

and the blue

*

*this blue stuff is really powerful, believe me

**first time in the history of this humble blog that a post has a title of two words

insistent

one of my friends says that things said in english sound better than in our mother tonge.

and i say to her that in fact they dont sound better, they just seem further...

so someone can sing: "fifteen minutes with you, oh, i wouldnt say no", with absolutely calm, because they are just morrissey's words.*

*cowarder than yesterday (?)

lyricing

that mania of talking with lyrics.

hiding the own voice and using someone else's.

because apparently it is easier singing: "you just get me like i've never been gotten before" than saying... well, you know... that saying something instead.*

*so coward (?)

singme

dont get me wrong but i guess that when rorbert smith is singing the song: "high", he is not talking about being in a high place, for instance a tree or a tall building,,,

i think that he is talking about something completely differente....*

*when i see you high as .... lalala lalala lalala la

option

*si

pink

because it is said that things in life depend on the colour that you see them.
and finally "je vois la vie en rose"*

*mercie, mercie ray ban (?)