explanation

-some intellectual decide to accept a job in the television because it is very easy to have an affair with young girls. you know, the popularity is very attractive, but another guys prefer to be professors, because nothing can be easier than conquering a beautiful student

unexpected

*sometimes the problem about changing is when the change comes out of time

uh*

there must be a devil between us

*two, who are chained¨
**but in fact they are apart
***but there is something between them that makes them to be stick to the other
****something that it is stronger than a real and material chain
*****something that in fact is as vanished as a feeling

conclusion

catholic school's girls rule*

*the innocence pays

atheist

- i really like the way you write, but please dont put some words in capital letter. for instance god. the world is full of wars, hunger, misery so god doesnt even deserve a label letter to be named, ok?

she looked at him seriously, not even an expression was drawn in her face

then the young professor smiled and she saw all the mockery in his mouth

hey*

where are you?
because i know where you are, but i'm not talking about that
i'm just asking where are you, yes YOU, YOU, YOU
the whole YOU
where are you?
you know what i mean, dont you?

*been trying to meet you

confirmation

i thought that nobody could be stupid enough to throw daisies to the pigs*

* i said: "i thought"... but now i know that someone like that really exists (?)

obvio

a band which name is "i love you but i've chosen the darkness" deserves all my respect*

* in spite of i dont even know one of the songs that they play (?)

light

do you really think that it is so easy like changing a bulb light?*

*how funny... but (there is a light that never goes out)

strings

i dont know exactly why
but i like so much the bands with violins*

*someday i'll find a goat who teaches me how to play the violin

essential

wake up, please*

*it is more than necessary

99

almost a century*

*isnt it ironic?

discovery

at my 50 i find out that the cold weather wasnt made for me

probably i dont like the winter anymore*

*i said "probably" because i could change my mind again at my next 50

tool

she was dangerously in love

and it was a hopeless situation

so she decided: to take distance

to leave behind

to put an ocean between

she thought that she needed "a nail to take out that nail"

and she found a new nail

that was even worst than the first one

because the new one was dark, cruel and had no mercy

then she understood that what she really needed was a hammer*

*hammerme

change

here i said what i supposed that i was nowadays

but probably i was wrong (as usual) and in fact i'm something different

for instance: a little pin or maybe a little stone inside one of your shoes, when you have to walk many -but many- kilometres

witchcraft

life is pretty weird

and you notice that, in the precise moment when someone tells you a secret

that you already knew, but you arent even able to explain how you knew it.*

*in that moment you truly suspect that you have powers or probably that you are a witch

crush

if she were a soluble fish

he would probably be a solid sea*

*so bretonian

respect

-i dont love you anymore

-since when?

-now, just now

...*

*nothing can be more stupid that taking for granted someone else's feelings

trap

, and if i really dont care about it anymore -as i say-

then why does it bother me this way?*

*yeah, why?

che

''After Such Pleasures"



Tonight, seeking your mouth in another mouth.

almost believing it, because that's how blind this river is

that throws me into some woman and submerges me in her

eyes,

and it's sad to swim finally toward the shore of sleep

knowing pleasure is that lowlife slave

who accepts counterfeit coins and circulates them, smiling.



Forgotten purity, how could I hope to recover

that ache of Buenos Aires, that ceaseless hopeless

expectation.

Alone in my open house above the port

to begin being in love with you again,

to meet you again over the morning coffee

with nothing that can't be forgiven

having occured.

And without my having to remember this oblivion

that rises

to no purpose, to erase your squiggles from the blackboard

and leave me nothing more than a starless window. ''

beast

Grandmother was right -as usual- when she used to talk to me about the beauty of the youth*

*or probably cartier bresson was a genius with his camera

** i think that grandmother and cartier bresson were two genius, in fact.
***anyway i know a lot of young people who are pretty ugly

girl

not a woman yet *

*so lost as usual (how tragic!)

(.)

i'm an honest mistake that you made*

*did you mean to?

knowledge

Professor Oscar, my favourite one*

*give me more semiotic on the rocks, please

game

tell me, please

do you spy me?*

*ineedtoknow

patria

200 años de tantas contradicciones, de luchas internas, de muerte

200 años en la búsqueda de la libertad

aniversario de una revolución extraña -tan extraña y particular como todos nosotros-

esta es mi tierra y esta es la lengua que hablo

soy parte de todo esto

y está bien que así sea

film

when she was 10, her father took her to the cinema and said: "if you don't even laugh once during the whole movie, i'll buy you whatever you want."*

*obviously she lost

rainy

-every time you come here, it rains.

-yes, i'm a london girl, so i take the rain everywhere i go

*new rainy boots

malraux

"The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves… is what I call hell. "*

*my favourite french writers always have a cigarette in their hands. why?

phonetic

destruction/distraction*

*because it is not the same to say: "and you are the distraction in my head" than saying: "and you are the destruction in my head"

rilke

Understand, I'll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too. *

*too or 2

hope

* need to know that you'll be fine

crunching

and she learnt that she could hate Kandinsky because he had said that the yellow was a warm colour and wanted to paint all the circles with that colour because it was the right one.

now that everything around her was yellow, she didn't like that colour anymore.

she didnt like the fall anymore, with all those bright leaves on the ground*

*all that she wanted was a pair of yellow converse just for jumping over the yellow leaves and listen how they shouted: "crunch"

pleasure

*yellow, light green and blue ones are my favourite.

** lemon, apple and pineapple candies, i mean

ecology

-you look like that little girl with the plant

-mathilda?

-yes, that one

tag

e.g means: 1- for example

2- for instance

3- ernest gemingway (mmmmmm... probably there is something wrong here)

anyway i have to pay attention to every little detail*

*sometimes it is so difficult to be me

?

*do you think that it is going to rain?

that

that first time that saw that smile that reminded to another smile
so perfect both of them
so charming that it was absolutely impossible
to forget*

*one, but not the same

blood

the floor was full of broken glasses

but i started to run on them anyway*

*it doesnt matter. i always like wearing red for my feet

green

if it is true that life depends on the colour of the glass that you watch it through

i decide to watch it through a green glass

so i have not to worry about settle down

everything around can be absolutely immature, but i'll never notice

levis

congratulations to claude levi-strauss, who understood in time that a man can't live just practising the anthropology and decided to produce clothes with style for the pop-culture*

maybe if bronislaw malinowski had followed his example, now all we would use sport shoes with his name, instead of converse

*probably i'm confusing the people... but it doesn't matter cause lately i'm confusing almost everything (?)

surrealist

i had a dream that i saw dali

with a supermarket trolley*

*he was trying to throw his arms around a girl

introduce

this is me,

a contradiction on two legs*

*

price

you can eat my eye if you want

i still have another one*

*odin lost one of his eyes and got the wisdom

revol(ver)(ution)

"Revolution does not mean torrents of blood, the taking of the Winter Palace, and so on. Revolution means a radical transformation of society's institutions. In this sense, I certainly am a revolutionary." *

Cornelius Castoriadis

* i subscribe

non-plus

blake

"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom."*

*i suspected it was this way

vuonderin

vuer is mai maind?*

*where?

starlight

*mellon

**what a big head for such a small body!

cannibal

i could say: i'm gonna eat your heart tonight

yeah, i'm gonna eat your heart tonight and throw the rests of it to the dogs

i could say or write it, but i won't

i'll just think about it and keep it like a secret*

*ups, i guess i made a mistake

honesty

don't get close to me, i'm a match today.

and if you don't want to feel the flames climbing from your legs to your hair, stay far away from me

i can't give you any light today

all i can do is burn your head

and probably fry your brain*

*cheap poetry is my speciality.

**i'm so romantic, i know it (?)

logic

stop talking about the logic in semiotic
there is no logic at all when we are talking about "the meaning"

nothing can be more arbitrary and conventional than a language*

*i'msofastandfurioustoday

weather

and i was thinking: if it is sunday but it is raining, wouldn't we have to change the name of the day and call it rainday?
so i could say: "i'll go to visit you on sunday or probably on rainday, because the weather is changing (as so many other things) you know, but i'm going to visit you anyway. all i have to do is check the forecast before going out". *

*this picture was taken from a plane, there is a sun, but it wasn't sunday. it was on monday, but how odd: there wasn't a moon at all.

* i'm having conspicuous thoughts these days (how intellectual)

sugar

¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ok, i'll say it: i'm a sleepwalker.

but not a common one. i just wake up during the nights because i need to eat something sweet: chocolate cake, ice-cream, cookies, lollipops, whatever.

the point is that -as a typical sleepwalker- i have no idea about what i do when i wake up, but apparently i go straight to the place where i can find the sweet things i need, for instance: the fridge.

i guess that i won't have any problem while i stay inside my home.

but i feel a little worry because probably, one night i will open the door and i'll start walking for the streets, and maybe a gentle policeman will find me in the park, trying to suck the eye of that statue that seems pretty sweet to me *

*how tragic

preromantic

*i want a lot today

miau2

miau

conforme

*i like my milk to dance before i drink it

da(E)mon

"i wont' kill myself, trying to stay in your life"

ernest

"All things truly wicked start from an innocence." *

*but nobody seems to be innocent here

got

the only certainty: the most absolute uncertainty

jlb

The useless dawn finds me in a deserted streetcorner; I have
outlived the night.
Nights are proud waves: darkblue topheavy waves laden with all
hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely and desirable.
Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of things
half given away, half, withheld, of joys with a dark
hemisphere. Nights act that way, I tell you.
The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds and odd
ends: some hated friends to chat with, music for dreams,
and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things my hungry
heart has no use for.
The big wave brought you.
Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly
beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.
The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street of my city.
Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name,
the lilt of your laughter: these are illustrious toys
you have left me.
I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find them; I tell
them to the few stray dogs and to the few stray stars
of the dawn.
Your dark rich life…
I must get at you, somehow: I put away those illustrious toys
you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile
—that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows.

gun

*and when she lets me slip away
she turns me on
all my violence is gone

request

because it is not a good idea loving me

but i'll ask you to do it anyway

tuturuttt tuturuuuuuuut tu tut*

*lalalaaaaaaaa lala lalala lalalaaaaaaa

old

the problem of not being daddy's girl anymore*

*i'm socking the world on my own

fauvism

comme vous êtes bête, monsieur matisse!! *

*absolutely ironic

comeOn

tender is the ghost

the ghost i love the most

hiding from the sun

waiting for the night to come*

*i'm waiting for that feeling, weitin for dat filin, vueitin for dat filin chu cam, lalalala laaaaaaaaa, lala lalalaaaaa

being

once upon a time (many but many years ago) i was a cat, for a while

but nowadays i'm a mouse

or probably a nail*

*who knows?

shake

:;,,, and because the earthquake, my city moved 2,5 centimetres to the west *

*when all i wanted was to be closer to the east

jatCack

MY CAT//Kittigindoo sits/ on his haunches on the/cement drive in the/shade turned half/around listening-- he/now with pricking/ ears is looking up at / house windows, eyes/ green & dissatisfied/--when I call him/ he is in a/ trance looking strait/ ahead & his ears/ prick & he moves/his little mouth--*

* a cat with green and dissatisfied eyes... so appropriated and a little tragic

conforme

at the end, the only tag appropriated for all the posts of this blog is "nonsense"

tragedie

Xculture

*sometimes i should like to live inside a museum

confusion

Are you like me, confused
All included but you

Alone...

one of the things that i like the most about my dreams is that during them, there are no problems about languages or translations.

everybody speak their own language, but it is so easy to understand the other*

*now that i think, it is because they are probably mute at all (?)

monism4

sometimes i dont know if my fingers are mine or if they belong to him

sometimes i feel that his strings in fact are my veins

* my bass and i are monist too

cloudoubting

so many doubts

so many clouds

or maybe clouds of doubts*

*tragic tragic tragic, ha!

truth

je comprands Richard Rowan*

*from Exiles, by James Joyce

monism3

i learnt that i can be a fountain too

a fountain pen*

*maybe a blue one

true

i dont care about the place
it is the less important
i'm not kidding
i'm not joking

the place never matters*

*things will be as they have to be

gr'ng

celep2

- i like monism
- celep too
- i like celep. does he speak english?
- fluently *
- i would like to be his friend

*and she liked so much when he said "fluently", because she imagined that celep was a fountain.
** like the fountain of wisdom, you know what i mean... don't you?

record

monism2

More heavenly than those glittering stars we hold the eternal eyes which the Night hath opened within us. Farther they see than the palest of those countless hosts -- needing no aid from the light, they penetrate the depths of a loving soul -- that fills a loftier region with bliss ineffable. Glory to the queen of the world, to the great prophet of the holier worlds, to the guardian of blissful love -- she sends thee to me -- thou tenderly beloved -- the gracious sun of the Night, -- now am I awake -- for now am I thine and mine -- thou hast made me know the Night -- made of me a man -- consume with spirit-fire my body, that I, turned to finer air, may mingle more closely with thee, and then our bridal night endure forever.

Novalis, "Hymns to the night"

celep

"the nature is not rich as meaning, but connotation"*

* this quote is turning in circles inside my mind

** i wanted to put a photo of celep, but i don't have any :0(