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

water*

"i will kiss you, i will kiss you,

i will kiss you forever

in nights like this

i will kiss you

and we shall be together"

duradero(?)

j'adore Durer

victory

when your internet server company phones you just to say: "SORRY, you were right, we have solved the problem and now you can connect to that site", you feel great.

it seems just a tiny stuff but it is big for me.*

*if somebody knew the things that i've done just to stay connected and keep my music, wouldn't probably believe me....

phonetic

still thinking*

*or probably sinking

crowd

AMONG THE MULTITUDE

aMONG the men and women the multitude,
i perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, *
Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than i am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.
Ah lover and perfect equal,
i meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
And i when i meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.

walt whitman

*a face in the crowd (so tom petty)

rainy

summer rains are nice*

* You think like a whip on a horse's back (so morphine)

%&/****+~%$####

and when everything is against you, dont forget that the technology can be the first of that list.

connectivity down.... someone has to pay for this!*

*sometimes i wanna be "so zen", specially in this situations, but it is impossible now. maybe in my next life (?)

headbanger

one of those days when you need to listen some powerful music, really hard, loudly loudly loudly*

*full of rage (against the machine, of course)

green

denied

access denied
and i miss the music so much*

*please, bring it back to me again, ok?

rhinocero

and Durer drew it in spite that he had never seen one*

*j'adore Durer

hendrix

* it's alright she says it's alright
take anything you want from me,
anything.

fan

this is the only kind of oasis that i like*

*i'm so but so bad (?)

doors

everytime that i stand in front of one of those automatic doors that get opened when you are in front of them (ok, i confess it, i dont even know the name that they have) i feel scared.

the reason is because i suppose that the doors get opened when they feel that someone is standing there. it is like if they were able to perceive your soul.

and what about if one day the door doesnt open when i'm there? and what about if i dont have a soul anymore and this sensitive door finds it out?*

(these must be the real doors of perception)

*the souless girl, how tragic (?)

sorry

i dont know if i can hear another tale of how amazing you can be*

pin*

*ping-pong

deal

* let me steal this moment from you now

¿

but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn't ask *

*what a pitty

wet

"you are so perfect, you are so right as rain" *

*the fascination that wakes up the rain... the same that makes someone sing: "you look like rain"

cause

because i wonder if the man was created by god or if in fact, god is just a man's creation

*is it tragic?

chain'd

*encadenados

alter

*damn you

cinnamon

"I'd like to write a story for you
With a little melody, pretty for you
Hear me, can you hear me?"

pic

* maybe it's me or the photo or probably both, but it looks a little blur

salvador

*i like so much finding dali's stuffs, just by random (or not)

:0)

happy new year, spider

the firefly

ideology

i found out that Karl Marx lives in the basement of my University.
some nights ago i met him and we were talking for a while.
he said to me: "sometimes i feel really sad because i notice that all my theory hasnt been a big contribution to the humanity as i expected. you know, i think that i have been misanderstood, my ideas were great but they were twisted. the problem is not the marxism, the problem are the marxist followers".

i felt a little unhappy for his confession, so i said: "hey, karl, take it easy, one of this nights i'll pick you up and we'll go to a bar just for drinking some beer and listening some good music".

he seemed to feel better and said to me that he is a big fan of Mano Negra.

*in fact i used to like karl a lot when i was a teenager, now i prefer gramsci as well

temptation

sleeping in a bed of red apples...
isnt it an invitation to the sin?*

*i'm a sinner when i dream

still

"every second of my life i only live for you
and you can shoot me
and you can throw me off a train
i still maintain

i still maintain"

rimbaud

Enfant, certains ciels ont affiné mon optique : tous les caractères nuancèrent ma physionomie. Les Phénomènes s'émurent. - À présent, l'inflexion éternelle des moments et l'infini des mathématiques me chassent par ce monde où je subis tous les succès civils, respecté de l'enfance étrange et des affections énormes. - Je songe à une Guerre de droit ou de force, de logique bien imprévue.
C'est aussi simple qu'une phrase musicale.

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When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters were reflected in my face. The Phenomena were roused. - At present, the eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by strange children and prodigious affections. - I dream of a War of right and of might, of unlooked-for logic.
It is as simple as a musical phrase

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*when i iwas 17 i was in love with rimbaud. he was 2 years older than me (?)

+poetry

*"Your absence is around me
like the rope to the throat,
like the sea to the one who sinks"

jlb

gk

where

"... but the books are just ocassions for the poetry."*

jorge luis borges

*poetry is everywhere -even waiting for us just around the corner- as my writer says.

oh!

while i was awakened i had a vision.

and it really worried me

oh!*

*it was kinda a dejavu, but for the inminent future. oh!

estructure

i

* dreamt that we were sleeping in the same bed

politiK

*tragically overeacting (as usual)

runaway

i've been pressing my fav key for a while, but it seems that it doesnt work

because i'm still here...*

*would you be so kind of telling me where is the exit?
**better said: is there an exit?

knowledge

to be

&

to give

love/hate

editor

copy-paste*

i want a life like this

*and maybe any "cut" would be necessary too

always

*

please

*kitten me

aha

i came here because i wanted to say: ...*

*nevermind

jm

c'mon baby you can light my fire!

imitation

one of my professors has "Morrissey" as his nickname...

few things cant be saddest than using a great name just for a cheap copy.

*il est morrissey, tu est rien de rien

zoom

when you say it's gonna happen now

when exactly do you mean?

o.o

emotion

=

"in motion"

*a movement from the inside to the Other

nonsense*

*

lumiere*

*merci beaucoup pour le cinema

turkey

i dont eat animals*

*i dont eat my friends

desert

eyes-cream *

*if you think i'm sweet, then taste one of my eyes (?)

stay

to see and to look

they seem the same, but they are so different

the desire just takes place in the looking*

*and when you look, you look through me

mood

somedays are better than others*

*and today must be one of the others (?)

Bajofondo

*with the eyes i dont see ya

scary

there was a big big monster who was afraid of kids.
and during the nights the big big monster had nightmares.
he dreamt about children around him and he woke up very scared.
but in fact there was a little and pretty smart boy who terrified him a lot
more than any other boy*

the little boy with brillant and deep eyes, was always chasing the monster with his sharp questions.
poor monster

the end



*monsters of the world, lets join us!

trash

i know a girl, a girl called party*

*i think i know what she wants

**trash music (?)

bloodish

namenick

niña luciérnaga*

*firefly girl

never

I've seen the film
I know the place
I'm never lost
There's just one way across

I'm never lost

please

*please dont take a picture
it's been a bad day

semiotic

although i dont like merleau ponty, maybe he is right when he says that the language is not the way that the man has for mentioning the things of the world.

in fact it is the way that the antique man had for "singing the world".

so, inside that logic, to sing that the night is the whole darkness and

that the light is not darkness at all, has a lot of sense. *

*night and light, just a tiny difference between the words, but such a huge difference in the meaning

madness

*our house in the middle of the street, our house...

written

¡

when i was a little girl i had four imaginary friends

and a fifth one,

but he was invisible in fact

melonhead

*bc is a melon itself

worlding

the entire world between my hands*

*and exactly "there" there is a light... (?)

adore

In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart

baudelaire

La Mort des Amants

Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères,
Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.


Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.


Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux;


Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.


Charles Baudelaire





* The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds round which light scents are wafted,
Divans which are as deep and wide as tombs;
Strange flowers that under brighter skies were grafted
Will scent our shelves with rare exotic blooms.


When, burning to the last their mortal ardour,
Our torch-like hearts their bannered flames unroll,
Their double light will kindle all the harder
Within the deep, twinned mirror of our soul.


One evening made of mystic rose and blue,
I will exchange a lightning-flash with you,
Like a long sob that bids a last adieu.


Later, the Angel, opening the door
Faithful and happy, will at last renew
Dulled mirrors, and the flames that leap no more.

here

between camus and sartre. i choose camus.

definitely albert is my man.

*here comes your man, uh uhhhhhhh (?)

perfect*

so dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy. All the silly frilly things have to first get done.

*see ya soon

restless

are you better than you fake it?*

gigantic

(source: wikipedia)

Bourdieu sees symbolic capital (e.g., prestige, honour, attention) as a crucial source of power. Symbolic capital is any species of capital that is perceived through socially inculcated classificatory schemes. When a holder of symbolic capital uses the power this confers against an agent who holds less, and seeks thereby to alter their actions, they exercise symbolic violence. We might see this when a daughter brings home a boyfriend considered unsuitable by her parents. She is met with disapproving looks and gestures, symbols which serve to convey the message that she will not be permitted to continue this relationship, but which never make this coercive fact explicit. People come to experience symbolic power and systems of meaning (culture) as legitimate. Hence, the daughter will often feel a duty to obey her parents' unspoken demand, regardless of her suitor's actual merits. *

*but... gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big big love!

** or maybe that "big big love" could be understood like symbolic capital too (?)

Best

identity

the only thing that gives me the certainty that i'm still the same girl that was born in Buenos Aires -almost 50 years ago- is the fact that i keep the same name.*

* and morrissey says: "nothing' s changed/i still love you, oh, i still love you/...only slightly, only slightly less than i used to, my love "

they

*

he

Io sono troppo serio per essere un dilettante, ma non abbastanza per diventare un professionista.

transference

there must be a reason why we always think that the one we like is desired by everyone*

*everybody here wants you (so buckley) (?)

lluvia

siren

"She sighs because she feels that she will never find.

White men are like the natives: only men. They have the thinnest and clearer skin, but they are just that: only men. And she cannot love a man. She can love neither to a man who is only a man, nor to a fish that is only a fish."*

Manuel Mujica Lainez, La sirena

*sometimes i read some sentences and i think that they are so amazing that i read them over and over again, just to catch the magic and the rythm that they have inside

idea

*a bulblight is on... the light comes from the inside: inner room (?)

goodnigh'

a different way for saying things that i want to say but i dont dare:

"someday i'll have a cat that will have your name"*

*i'm the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar -or maybe i'm the air- (?)