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 (?)

quijote

running against the time

fighting against everything: my internet connection, the notebook, the modem, the router, etc etc etc

just to come here for listening some tunes -in invisible rooms-

just to come here for writting some words -silly, sure-

just to wrap some meanings with words, as if they were papers that wrap beautiful gifts.

as if they were the only way i have for saying: "yes, THIS IS, i'm completely sure THIS IS"*

*nothing to comment about THIS

:0P

q: were the smiths four friends or just four people joint for a common objective?

morrissey: there were big differences between us. johnny (marr) had many friends and i just had a cat. *

*i'm so agree with you, steven patrick. if you have a cat, you need nothing else in the world...

gracias!!

¨
*me gusta todo lo que viene de vos (i like everything that comes from you)

misterpostman

*my mr postman waited a minute and brought to me what he had to... good for him.
**btw: i've heard that some turkish postman suck... (?)

today

i had had a nice dream about me with a white bird and i was going to write it here (nevermind, i'll write it here in another moment) when the bell rang and the postman came bringing this packet from the other side of the world...*

*and nothing else matters, of course

freeworld

and the new president is...

MuBarak Obama

congrats!*

*yeah, i'm being sarcastic

teacher

nevergonnalearn*

*educate me

math

and actually she n4v4r kn0w5 what 70 say 0r what to think....

so*

*th4 answ4r is obvious

subterranean

when she doesnt know what to say or what to think, she just thinks about him *

*some things are really hard to forget

600

six hundred beats

six hundred written stuffs from this side of the world to the other

six hundred ocassions for writting and saying what i dontknowhowtosay

*just this... "*" this i mean

2morrow

some day you'll know i was the one, but tomorrow may rain...*

*it rained today in fact (?)

monthless

honestly, if someone takes out the month of february from my calendar, i promise not to make any fuss.

there is no empathy between us, definitely*

*i can live my life just with eleven months, i mean it, really (?)

sol

if i were a cat i could play with a wooden ball like this.
but i'm not a cat and this is not a wooden ball
i'm a cut (?)

* i will battle for the sun, sun, sun, sun, sun

madness

"you wouldn't believe the things that i´ve done for her"*

gustavo cerati

*yes, i should

days

i dont know why but i have this sensation that this tuesday is in fact a monday.

i mean, this point about changed days, about tuesdays that are not tuesdays could be extended to another things of my life. so february could be march and this year could be another and people could be animals.

and probably i'm not me anymore. i have the strong sensation that i must be isadora duncan or maybe humprey bogart