blondie

pills for dream*

*some dreams last for ever.

**i prefer my pillow for dreaming (?)

dictation

full stop, next line*

*.

chapter93

"...as if someone could choose in love, as if it were not a twilight that breaks your bones and let you stuck in the middle of the backyard."

taboo

maybe a tattoo would be a good idea*

*a little and hidden one

Маяковский

and if i were a writer, a real one, what face should i put in a photo?

*this is a friend of the house
** ' ve' been missing -somuch-

untitled

You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...

Rainer Maria Rilke

spanish

*things i write while i'm in class

0.0

*yes, where?

great

*

it would be so great not to erase everything that i write because i'm so shy...

sin

and if you were my brother, i would be your lover anyway

*trakl's photo is just a distraction here

eleve

chinese shadows*

*is it necessary to say that the beautiful one with short hair is me? jejejeje

...

cycloping

*chapter 7 read by cortázar

chapter7

"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 to erase it and start all over again, every time 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.
You look at me, from close up you look at me, closer and closer and then we play cyclops, we look closer and closer at one another and our eyes get larger, they come closer, they merge into one and the two cyplopses look at each other, blending as they breathe, our mouths touch and struggle in gentle warmth, biting each other with their lips, barely holding their tongues on their teeth, playing in corners where a heavy air comes and goes with an old perfume and a silence. Then my hands go to sink into your hair, to cherish slowly the depth of your hair while we kiss as if our mouths were filled with flowers or with fish, with lively movements and dark fragrance. And if we bite each other the pain is sweet, and if we smother each other in a brief and terrible sucking in together of our breaths, that momentary death is beautiful. And there is but one saliva and one flavor of ripe fruit, and I feel you tremble against me like a moon on the water."

*hopscotch, julio cortázar

guau

*i wanna be your dog

casablanca

Ilsa: "With the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love."

Rick: "Yeah, that's pretty bad timing."

calendar

*threeyears seemtobe alotoftime*

pride

first time in history that u2 will play here and i'm not going*

*#culturaldefeat

dream

**

nope

and suddenly my heart cant tell you no*

no, no, no *

sunburned

*back to the future (?)

fire

*in the water where i center my emotion

slim

ok, let's suppose that i bought something for you in a moment, when you were fat (but strong as a bull, we know that) and beautiful too... because you can be a beautiful fat.

so, let's suppose that i bought a special stuff, in a special moment, and it means a lot, it's a kind of souvenir or something like that, but the point is that this is a large-large, so large (i'm talking about the size, sure) thing that now you can seem like a small boy inside of it... because now you are not fat, but you are still beautiful, a beautiful thin, you know.

so, what do i do?

do i keep that large large so large thing that can be wear for a fat and strong spanish bull for sending it to you (and maybe you can wear it over your adored leather jacket) or do i throw it to the garbage, for being rescued by a dozen of homeless who can sleep covered with it?

shyness

* so if there's something you'd like to try. ask me i wont say no, how could i? ...

weirdness

how many time can you spend hugging a box?*

*a lot.

**never said it was normal

!

favourites

Morrissey's Top 13 albums of all time are:

Jobriath - 'Jobriath'
Jeff Buckley - 'Grace'
The Smoking Popes - 'Born To Quit'
Damien Dempsey - 'Seize The Day'
Roxy Music - 'For Your Pleasure'
The Velvet Underground - 'The Velvet Underground & Nico'
The Velvet Underground - 'White Light/White Heat'
Sparks - 'Kimono My House'
Iggy & The Stooges - 'Raw Power'
Nico - 'Chelsea Girl'
Patti Smith - 'Horses'
Ramones - 'Ramones'
New York Dolls - 'New York Dolls'

*album n° 2....

more

bernard sumner (joy division, new order)
johnny marr (the smiths)
both of them are so adorable

what else?

oh, yes, besides there is a beautiful bird in the video




*this song was co written by neil tennant (pet shop boys), inspired by morrissey's public stereotyping as unloveable

**however i look is clear to see

u.U

still collecting things.

little things but with a deep deep meaning (at least for me)

few stuffs in life make me happier than this "collecting behaviour", specially when i find something special, but i wont say what it is*

*just consider nothing in particular

war

when you sleep
i will creep
into your thoughts
like a bad debt
that you cant pay
take the easy way
and give in
yeah, and let me in *

*i like specially the part when he says: "ah, you are asking for it*
**i love his sick mind (?)

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 (?)

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

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 (?)