The Good Night

Vi una peli muy mala el domingo a pesar de que tiene muchos elementos que me podrían llevar al gusto eso no pasó, la historia está muy mal contada. Pero de todo lo malo a veces se encuentran cosas buenas y tal vez andaba de creativo y pensaba muchas cosas mientras la veía. No la recomiendo (aunque hay participaciones especiales, el reparto no es malo, trata de sueños, música, cambios de vida, toma de decisiones, y la herramienta que más odio que hace que toda historia cuadre, y no la vi venir y me avergüenzo de ello).
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All you have to do is say goodbye.

Good Time

En mi gustada sección canciones ponedebuenas:



Some people want to burn the world with their greed
We just want to have a good time

Mi vida actual en párrafos

Siempre que tengo ganas de escribir en este lugar pienso en muchos temas distintos, pero cuando se abre la ventana donde uno escribe, siempre me salta otra idea y es sobre lo que generalmente escribo.

Mi vida ahora es un tanto diferente, paso mucho tiempo en casa, estos días han sido interesantes, la he pasado bien en soledad, lo que me lleva a pensar, tal vez sea tiempo de cambiar de hogar, a mi hogar. Aún tengo un par de asuntos pendientes antes de pensar en salirme, uno de ellos está ahora mismo en el Word y el otro seguirá cuando acabe lo que ahora escribo en Word.

Creo que lo más importante de mi operación fue que pude resolverla por mi cuenta, no me refiero a que mis padres me llevaran al hospital, ni que mi tía viniera a verme en los días de mayor depresión.

Mi umbral del dolor ha subido tanto que yo mismo estoy sorprendido, cualquier cosita comparada con el dolor de pecho de ese día me parece insignificante.

Tengo muchas ganas de jugar fútbol, me preocupa el equipo, creo que ahora sí está en las últimas, una pena en verdad. No podré estrenar mis guantes nuevos.

Me dio infinita tristeza estar en el preoperatorio, pero creo que en algún punto perdí un poquito de timidez.

Shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life you would like to

So, if there's something you like to try, ask me, how could I say no.

Ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me...

It's the bomb that will bring us together.

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Now playing: The Smiths - Ask [Live]
via FoxyTunes

In the sun

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you

I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes
cause when you showed me myself I became someone else
But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need
I picture you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You cant keep awake

May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you

cause if I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
If I find
If I find my own way
How much will I find
You

I dont know anymore
What its for
Im not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
cause I been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe youre not even sure what its for
Any more than me

May gods love be with you
Always
May gods love be with you-

Joseph Arthur

Gran DJ

Creo que se hará sección, depende si siguen saliendo canciones como la Hot Chip o esta, en verdad me dan adicción y cada vez que las oigo me gustan más, no es el gusto que generalmente tengo por canciones que guardo conmigo para todas partes, es mi gusto fiestero, que como se puede apreciar no es muy guapachoso. Simplemente me ponen contento. Neee, creo que es porque me gusta la chica.

Lonesome Tonight

I walk along the street
I look into your eyes
Im pleasant when we meet
Im there when you go home
How many times before
Could you tell I didnt care?
When you turned your back on me
I knew wed get nowhere
Do you believe in youth
The history of all truth
A heart thats left at home
Becomes a heart of stone

Do you believe in truth?
The lies we told of youth
A cause we call our own
Beside an empty throne
How many times before
Could you tell I didnt care?
When you reached out in your sleep
And you knew I wasnt there
My eyes are made of stone
Just like your sordid home
How many times before
Did you leave my soul alone?

New Order

Brand New Colony

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change, oOo oOo...

Música para ir a otro lugar

El disco sin nombre de Sigur Rós, mejor conocido como el de los paréntesis (( )) me pone en un estado de ánimo muy particular. No es tristeza, ni melancolía por lo que ya no es. Me recuerda más bien todo aquello que quiero que sea. Mi viaje, mis pinturas, mis escritos, mi posgrado, mi amor. No es gran música para estar sentado frente a una computadora con cientos de cosas que hacer.

¿Qué tal que todo fuera distinto?

When the deal goes down

In the still of the night, in the world's ancient light
Where wisdom grows up in strife
My bewildered brain, toils in vain
Through the darkness on the pathways of life
Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air
Tomorrow keeps turning around
We live and we die, we know not why
But I'll be with you when the deal goes down

We eat and we drink, we feel and we think
Far down the street we stray
I laugh and I cry and I'm haunted by
Things I never meant nor wished to say
The midnight rain follows the train
We all wear the same thorny crown
Soul to soul, our shadows roll
And I'll be with you when the deal goes down

Well, the moon gives light and it shines by night
When I scarcely feel the glow
We learn to live and then we forgive
O'r the road we're bound to go
More frailer than the flowers, these precious hours
That keep us so tightly bound
You come to my eyes like a vision from the skies
And I'll be with you when the deal goes down

Well, I picked up a rose and it poked through my clothes
I followed the winding stream
I heard the deafening noise, I felt transient joys
I know they're not what they seem
In this earthly domain, full of disappointment and pain
You'll never see me frown
I owe my heart to you, and that's sayin' it true
And I'll be with you when the deal goes down

Bob Dylan

Intuición

Ya había contemplado la posibilidad de vivir en un error. De entender la vida de una forma distorsionada, ya lo había pensado. Ahora parece más cierto que nunca.

¡Basta!

Porque nos importa

Foto de La Jornada, 21 de febrero de 2008

I

Bajé a la calle, buscando consuelo y me encontré con una luna cubierta, impasible, majestuosa e insuficiente. Lo que ocasiona las sombras, es lo único que puede disiparlas.

El camino a casa fue particularmente largo, la gente miraba al cielo. La gente miraba a la luna, desde sus autos, desde los puentes peatonales, en las calles, miraban; asombrados, indecisos, todos mirábamos. Miramos porque nos importa, porque en verdad nos importan estas cosas, porque el espíritu de la ciudad se sentía diferente, porque se mueven, porque todo se mueve.


II

Apliqué el lugar común de escuchar Man on the Moon y The Great Beyond de R.E.M. (crecí con estas canciones, siempre me ha gustado sentirme un poco solo). Después le puse al random y las sorpresas fueron agradables: Vuelta por el Universo (hoy que estás espléndida y que todo lo iluminas) de Cerati y Know de Nick Drake de su bonito disco Pink Moon (sí, sí, coincidentemente forzando las canciones con el botón next).

III

I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
Its a pink moon
Its a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon.

Nick Drake

Head on

And the way I feel tonight
I could die and I wouldnt mind
And theres something going on inside
Makes you want to feel makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I cant stand up I cant cool down
I cant get my head off the ground

Every time I close my eyes

¿Me he vuelto un perro petulante insensible?

No, no lo creo. Hemos de seguir nuestras rutas, hemos de perdernos, hemos de ser distintos, dejemos de esperar de los otros (amistad, sí... amor, tal vez)

He de seguir mi corazón, a donde sea que me lleve.

I don't do that much talking these days

Agente

Es tiempo de perder,
es tiempo de ganar

I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
If you want me, honey baby,
I'll be here.

Bob Dylan - Buckets of Rain

I'll come running with a heart on fire

Está bien ma (solo estoy sangrando)

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex they dare
To push fake morals insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

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Now playing: Bob Dylan - It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
via FoxyTunes

Time has told me

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.

So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.

Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.

And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.

Nick Drake