and we dont know
just where our bones will rest
to dust, i guess

i started something
and i forced you to a zone
and you were clearly
never meant to go
hair brushed and parted
typical me, typical me
typical me
i started something
and now i'm not too sure




what the hell does this lyric mean, stephen?

and i had seen myself probably two or three times in my arriving at that airport
and i had imagined how things were going to be
i had pictured in my mind a couple of situations that could happen in that context.
but of course, nothing of that took place.
as Bolaño and Porta say: "ideal scenes hurt".

tender is the day
when demons go away

yeap, me too

for the way i feel about you
paradise not lost it's in you

tell me how it is that you can sleep in the night
without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life
to the toss of the dice?

and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real

and i suspect that lev and sophie are tolstoi and his wife.

and yes, of course, take me wherever you want

the last saturday i went to eat to a japanese restaurante
i took a tempura of vegetables
and for dessert i had a ginger and  green tea ice cream.
it was delicious.
lets say that it was so toru watanabe







btw.1: ginger ice cream was made by God
btw.2: i could never love a man who doesnt like the smiths

i'm moving like a train into some foreing land
i aint got ticket for this ride
but i will

this picture in my pocket

looks like you

it's the rest of my life

just rolling rolling rolling

we re all

the spring has come here.
well, not exactly
in fact its is cold and it is raining right now.
and i have discovered that i only like the rain during the warm days
but not anymore in the cold ones.
apparently i'm like the spring
that always seems to be the same
but every year is different

i have been thinking that in all the situations -in music and literature- when one of the lovers invites to the other to die together, the one who brings the idea to the couple is always the desperate one.

Probably, the one who is suffering the more, believes that the death can bring some peace to the end.

probably it would be time to start a blog about Murakami




(and about Bolaño, too, for sure)

Again she turned to gaze at me. "Hajime", she said after a while."When i look at you driving, sometimes i want to grab the steering wheel and give it a yank. it would kill us, wouldn't it?"

"we'd die, for sure. we're going at eighty miles an hour"

"you'd rather not die with me?"

"i can think of more pleasent ways to go". i laughed. "and besides, we havent listened to the record yet. that's the reason we are here, isn't it?"

"dont worry", she said. "i wont do anything like that. the thought just crosses my mind from time to time."

doesnt it remind you anything?

names

Arturo Belano is the name of one of the characters of Roberto Bolaño.

In fact, Arturo Belano is himself.

He chose the name Arturo because his favourite french poet was Arthur Rimbaud.

but tonight you belong to me