dino

someone so gifted for writting an amazing novel such as "The tartar steppe"

and also, someone who had the tenderness for writting a short story named: "The dog who saw god"

------> by the way, the dog's name was Galeone

*buzzati was so adorable as the most of my surrealist and existentialist friends

simple

J' adore Martin Castillo*

*in spite of all that creepy stuff

rock

calaveras y diablitos

i don't believe you anything

how are you gonna to believe in me?

universes of land and water remove me from you...*

*skulls and little devils invade my heart
**and talking about weird weddings

nomind

, i don't know but it seems to me that what i saw it was... nevermind

i mean, it seems to me that it was the shadow of another shadow

Ex:

shadow ----------> shadow '

but as i said: it just seems to me

i'm probably wrong as usual*

*

deLpeZ

so many nights, listening that music...
sitting over that carpet

tangerine, tangerine

*living reflection of a dream/and now, a thousand years between...

close*

*so

ashes

i needed something, let's name it FAITH.

but now, I'd got FAITH and even MORE*

<-------I------->

*what do you do when you got more than you expected?

** smiling with the mouth of the ocean/and i'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain/i'll see you

personality

that day, when i begin to listen someone else's music and turn myself unable to recognize my own taste from the other, because i'll always have my ears full of that someone else's music ...

well, that day, i'll be totally and completely lost

and i wont be even myself anymore

i'll be yourself

thanks goat, i know that it will never happen

*i'll never ever like pink floyd. i like pink freud

visitme

-i was waiting for you. thanks for bringing your camera with you*

* so fascist like believing that just a human being is able to talk

belief

i dont need faith to move a mountain

i just need it to stop the rain*

*no more

impossible

"I TOUCH your mouth, I touch the edge of your mouth with my finger, I am drawing it as if it were something my hand was sketching, as if for the first time your mouth opened a little, and all I have to do is close my eyes and erase it and start all over again, everytime I can make the mouth I want appear, the mouth which my hand chooses and sketches on your face, and which by some chance that I do not seek to understand coincides exactly with your mouth which smiles beneath the one my hand is sketching on you."

Julio Cortazar

*because a hand is not just a spider, a hand can be many other things, such as a paintbrush

** probably to paint someone in fact means to create someone

punky

hangin' around with a t-shirt that says: "She's a sensation..."*

*C.O.O.L

spaceoddity*

this is the famous machine that with its vibration is preparing me to travel to the space.

now i can say: "i used to be a lawyer, but now i'm a cool russian astronaut" (?)

*thanks jesus because i always liked david bowie so much

*i wonder what kind of astronaut i am going to be... will it be possible to be a tragic one? poor martians if they get close to me

pray

all i need is faith*

*no more
**no more
***no more
****no more
*****never more

request

would you mind arrow me, please?

--------> (?) <-------

* (?)= moi... so ironic and yellow, and probably -just probably- in a poetic mood

amarillo

everything between them was so yellow
as yellow as a yellow fish
as yellow as a tree during the fall
yellower than the sun
sunner than all the yellow
sooner *

*ineedacolourtoday

street

"walking down the street ------->

*i like very much the part when the singer starts to shout

gestures

*

gift

to give someone exactly what that someone didn't even know that was looking for*

*there is no way to "pass around", sometimes an existence is modified for ever, for another one.
** ---------> this is an arrow. let's see how long it takes to appear somewhere else (?)

200

*here
**now

magritte

"written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts "

-close your eyes and think of someone you physically admire-

*i suspect that surrealism is a bastard consequence of romanticism. that is why i like both of them so much

spiderhand

; because at the end it is so simple and so obvious ------> as sometimes is the truth.

but the point is that a hand in fact is an spider, but not a common one.

an spider of flesh and bones, and it could be possible to admit that this spider has an arm that we could consider as a very special bonus track.*

*so many things can be touched by two spiders like these... for instance a bass (?)

** am i getting mad? probably... oh!, how tragic, more tragic than Antigona.

fernando*

"Every day things happen in the world that cannot be explained by any law of things we know. Every day they're mentioned and forgotten, and the same mystery that brought them takes them away, transforming their secret into oblivion. Such is the law by which things that can't be explained must be forgotten. The visible world goes on as usual in the broad daylight. Otherness watches us from the shadows. "

(?)


"I exempt you of being present in my idea of you. "

*another fernando, not a vidal olmos one, a pessoa one

**(?)

danger

sometimes it is very dangerous to jump from a flower to another

it could happen that a flower turns into a carnivorous plant -or something like that- and finally eats the little jumper

in other words: it could happen that the flower.................*

*sorry, i can't go on writing because i can't stop laughing, but i'll try to come back to this idea the next time, but now it is impossible because i'm laughing a lot, like a crazy clown or like Glenn Close in that movie with many spoty dogs (?)

**sobutsobutso metaphoric

uncertainty

because really, what i wanted the most is to have the certainty that my words come to destination.

getting that the message comes to the other side.

but for that, it would be necessary that my words were perfect arrows* thrown from my bow straight to the target -it seems to be a moving one-, to remain and be meditated there... probably forever.
no matter how i try, i always have the sensation that my words are not like that.

in fact they are so lost, disconnected and dispersed that actually they look like those little planes of paper that the children make and that always fall to the feet of that someone who throws them to the air

*i'm so tired of playing... playing with this bow an arrow

crush

) and those were the days when she was thinking that in case of have been Palas Atenea, she had had a romance with Dioniso* (

*the goddess was so (?) and he was so lost so lost as a sinner

**extremely greek and tragic

cuthere

Because the point is that the thread always is cut by the thinnest part though it almost never is a fair thing*

*where the hell is the poetic justice when i need it the most?

train

(f#)lies

because it is exactly as my friend VJ has said: "The problem is that when you loose your faith in that someone, you loose your faith in the whole humanity itself"*







*idontbelieveanymore

slavery

"without even knowing we are slaves of some dead economist"*

John Maynard Keynes

*come on, let's play that we have no money and we change your toys for mine

symphony

cri cri.... cri cri...

cri cri*

*soon is now, and now is too late.

**vistalahasta

askme

who knows?

*this is me in these days, an interrogative mark itself or myself or whatever

**so tragic, so tragic, so tragic {really tragic?}

**#cri cri cri cri {}

extraluck

*some objects have all the luck.

**2009-4009meansalways

example

a place to put ALL the things that can be used in another opportunity*

*cri cri cri cri

bad

; and without even knowing, probably the world was loosing an amazing writer
someone as gifted as carlson mccullers *
what a terrible lost (oh my goat!)

cri cri cri cri (meanwhile the crickets go on singing)

*i'm cynic, i know,,, i'll go straight to hell, but i can't stop laughing anyway

lullaby

It is like trying to not to make any noise for not to wake up an sleeping child*

*It is like that, but maybe a little different.
** The funny thing is when you find out that the child had always been awake, just pretending to sleep.

***damon sleeps and probably dreams with the Elastica's singer

dis(eas)on

,,, cocutu started when it was my fall.

now the spring has come and during these last days i've been very lazy for writing.

my words has turned into butterflies that prefer to be between the flowers that stay here in this kind of virtual paper*

* have a nice autumn

*try to not to fall from a tree, as a yellow leaf

II

and without even expecting it, the cat became very famous for his coin-eyed, in his town

and everyone wanted to be looked by the cat, because his look gave value to the things and the people seen

but the cat just looked what he liked the most, in spite that all rich men tried to tempt him with fishes and cheese cookies*

*second parts never are good enough, i know

tale

there was a cat who had a coin instead of an eye

and during the nights, his coin-eyed shone pretty much

he was a very valuable cat*

*oh! i was forgetting: the end.

**that's all

whislist

:

*

* yes, that is exactly what i wish

sounds

-"The music exists for saying those things that the word can't say

that's why it is not completely human"

*tous les matins du monde

basses

Today is a day like this. It is like this song





Pedro Aznar is my favourite argentinian bass player.
Here I leave a site to visit and know a little more about him: http://www.pedroaznar.com.ar/english/



* i have always thought that the Universe finds a way to communicate us something essential. Something that we definitely need to know, the point is understand that "THIS that is happening" is a sign from the great beyond. The day i brought my first bass to my home, i saw Pedro Aznar from the window of my bedroom. He was just walking very quietly. I could have called him to tell him what he and his work meant to me, but i didn't do it. It was enough for me to see him exactly that day. That was the sign that i was expecting, and i learnt that it meant that my bass and me were going to be OK together.

** i have adopted this way to do clearer my posts using this signs: * ** ***. And I always wanted to do an explanation of this kind that were longer than a post. So here, i finally did it.

*** i'm mad and tragic, but i'm a good girl, anyway

violence

To look at a flower with so much intensity for the first time that the alone contemplation of the beauty makes our eyes hurt until they explode. And our nose, our eyelashes and eyebrows begin to fall as petals.

And we turn into a head without face.
To be immolated in name of the beauty that we watch
Meanwhile the flower simply looks at us*

*sometimes my eyes hurt so much

**some kinds of beauty are so violent that they are hard to support -so tragic,tragic,tragic-

paradox

And what would it happen if finally one day, everybody starts to believe that Cassandra really tells the truth?
Surely that day, she would begin to lie*

*that would be a twisted kind of poetic justice. sure it would be

t-shirt

i want a t-shirt with Kerouac's face

#YES#, i want a t-shirt and i want that he writes a book for me

maybe a short story or probably a simple novel, but i would have to be the main character

i want a book written by Kerouac*

but he is gone,,,

so i want a t-shirt with your face

#SURE# why not?

then i could wear the t-shirt and walk around my city

and you could take a walk in me and visit some nice places

#EXACTLY# that is #EXACTLY# what i want

i want you to be my shirt
i just want to wear you

*Jack looks very grunge with that shirt.

yardbird

Charlie Parker is chasing a trumpet, because he does not want to play his sax, alone

but the trumpet is making sound Julio

Julio chased Charlie in a book

(thanks God, because he captured him)*

*we are always chased by the people we don't care.
**the one you love never runs after you

ineedrespect

, and besides it had been one of those days when the river is not so river and it smells like a sea.

-the grey river was "seaing itself" today- to show to the whole city that a grey sea with fake waves can be part of Bs. As. (?)

: and she decided to turn into a big lung for breathing all the salt of the sea#

; inside her head there was a blue seagull, trying to rivering itself... but probably the seagull wasn't blue at all, perhaps it was a yellow or a little purple

! Yes, definitely, the seagull was purple at all¡*

*if words don't respect me, there is no reason for me to respect them or the grammar

** I'm so free falling /

scruple

It seems to me that I live

that I am between the noises

that I look at the walls,

that these hands are mine,

but probably I deceive myself

and walls and hands

only are memories

of a past life.
I have said " it seems to me "

I do not assure anything.

Oliverio Girondo*

*my future "animal of four legs, long tail, whiskers and chinese eyes" will be called Oliverio.

figurehead

I would like to know who gave the order to three elephants for practising skate inside my head, while a dwarf learns juggling with five hammers*

*everything in a figured sense, of course
**this blog is so full of poetry (?)

panoptism

when you leave a door opened, strange creatures get inside the room

and what it was a secret world -a game of two- becomes a public stage

aliens or spies trying to understand your world, copying every conduct, imitating until the last gesture

they swallow your music, your books, your blood, your body and your soul

they are just there, looking at everything, every time.

they are even inside my room now, just because a door was left opened*

*"the doors you open, i just can't close"

**literal, almost tragic, so greek, very platonic

feet

"Her feet are really delicate, because she does not bring them near to the soil but she walks on the head of the men" *

*Atë, eldest daughter of Zeus, leads men to their ruin

lezama

she thought that the message was for her (but she probably was wrong)

she believed to see a hidden clue, a secret sign, another of their hidden tunnels (but perhaps she misunderstood it)

she wanted to say something about it, but then she noticed that someone had said something before

she was late again

so she preferred to say nothing at all

she turned back, put her hands inside the trousers and went out to the street to drink all the stars.*

*park

weirdfishes

And this is how it feels: as being the least well-considered bait

Someone left the sharks to come for me*

* absolutely literal.

father

the only person i know who is able to do a gift to me, in the day of his birthday*

*he has always loved the french literature

yes

I swear that i have seen:

the moving of eyelashes of a butterfly

the fluttering of a fish

the flight of a spider*

* but the spider i know prefers to play the strings of its web while it rains.

** did i say that this is not metaphoric? OK, I say it. It is absolutely literal, and I'm tragic as usual

finger

So innocent as trying to cover the Sun just with a finger.
So soon as the Earth moves (because it is the Earth what it moves, or probably the owner of the finger), the Sun appears again. There is no finger that reaches to cover it completely, all the time.

*that is why i prefer to wear sunglasses for covering the Sun

afterhours

If you close the door
the night could last forever *

(leave the sunshine out)

*so velvet
*so underground

fortuneteller*

I was coming back home, so I crossed my favourite park -the one that is in front of the circular church-.

From behind some trees appeared a gypsy woman and said to me: "Hey, I wanna read your hand. Give me your hand".
I was almost petrified, but I couldn't avoid her, so I gave my hand to her. She smiled and the first thing she said was: "I see a wait here".**

She said many other things. It would be probably good to believe in her power.

* I know that fortune teller are two words, but I have the mania to put just one word as the title.

** The best part about accepting that someone reads your hand is that the gypsies fortune tellers tell you things so unclear that you can always give to them the meaning that you want.

luck

Some objects are so lucky that they are exactly where someone wants to be.

They can cross the sea without getting wet.

They can cross the sky with no need to fly or have wings*

(-i wish i could be... nevermind-)

*i was going to put a picture of the object... but probably it is better not to do it.

**i was going to erase this post... but i'll keep it.

*** so damn tragic. damn me

words

It is good to know that a keyboard is just a keyboard and nothig else, for instance: a knife*

"A little knife that barely fits in the hand;
fish without scales or river"

Federico García Lorca

*thanks God, or my fingers would bleed so much.

*so tragic or so metaphoric... or probably both. Yes, both

confirmation

A chinese man has invaded the house of these ducks *

*she was so right when she thought that all the people of that city were ducks.
** in fact, she suspects that the chinese guy is the king of the ducks disguised of man.

behaviour

As a wolf that is marking its territory *

It seems that it won't be enough.

It will be necessary to build a fortress around...

* i just can't stop laughing. i try, but i can't

songs

angry girl (AIC' s reminiscence) after trying to read inside the closet. she only could hang many of her books but now her back is destroyed.

doggy lady (Jimmy Hendrix' s influence) after trying to play her bass inside the fridge. now her bass is like a black -but almost acoustic- iceberg.

B.A woman (The Doors' inspiration) considering that it is not good to follow Jim Morrison's ideas about the use of different rooms and places of the house.

*probably the best for her is just to come back to the Interstate blog zone (STP' s consequence)

desire

"But I do not want comfort. I want God, I want the poetry, I want the real danger, I want the freedom, I want the kindness, I want the sin."*

Aldous Huxley

*i want all that and besides, i want nothing at all.

jim

what a great idea: to read inside a closet.

i'll try it tomorrow

*later i'll play my bass inside a fridge

magma

"Why couldn't we start by postulating a dream, a poem, a symphony as paradigmatic instances of the fullness of the being and considering the physical world as a deficient way of the being instead of seeing the things of an inverse way, instead of seeing the imaginary way of existence, it means: human, a way of being deficient or secondary?

Castoriadis

* i like this idea so bad. You had to be so greek, cornelius

sometimes

Poetic justice

in life*

*sometimes it happens

**just sometimes

moUrning

Someone had the great idea of painting the cemetery of color peach. A worthy cemetery must be white or at most, grey, but it can never be of another color, at the risk of looking like any thing less a cemetery.
Besides the suitable color, a cemetery must have: dead men, graves, some ghosts, crying people, many cats, rats and bats. A vampire could live there too.
If I was in the cemetery of my city, I would leave my tomb, loading my coffin, for resting in peace in a lugubrious place.

* I wonder if a ghost and a lost soul is the same?