Les Champs-Élysées

2011-12-26T22:58:00.001-08:00

2011-11-12T22:56:00.001-08:00

You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.

2011-11-12T22:54:00.001-08:00

2011-11-12T21:52:00.001-08:00

“Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and the sun was lying like a birthday parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air; love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings” - (Zelda to Scott, 1930)

“You phoned me tonight - I walked on those telephone wires for two hours after holding your love like a parasol to balance me.” (Zelda to Scott, 1930)

“Why should graves make people feel in vain? Somehow I can’t find anything hopeless in having lived - All the broken columns and clasped hands and doves and angels mean romances - and in an hundred years I think I shall like having young people speculate on whether my eyes were brown or blue … I hope my grave has an air of many, many years ago about it - Isn’t it funny how, out of a row of Confederate soliders, two or three will make you think of dead lovers and dead loves” (Zelda to Scott, 1919)

- Zelda Fitzgerald & F. Scott Fitzgerald’s love letters

2011-11-12T21:51:00.001-08:00

2011-11-12T21:50:00.001-08:00

2011-11-12T21:45:00.001-08:00

I needed to see you. I needed to release the bundle of hatred I had towards you and I did.

I saw you and even though you grinned like you were fine, you weren't.

You were as miserable as you forever will be and I'll still be here, realiazing I never cared in the first place.

You cannot touch me, you were made up by me,

You will die out without me.

2011-11-12T21:44:00.001-08:00

~~longing~~

2011-11-12T21:42:00.001-08:00

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2011-11-12T21:30:00.001-08:00

fluttering her bristly black lashes as swiftly as butterflies' wings. margaret mitchell

2011-10-15T23:11:00.001-07:00

2011-10-15T23:09:00.000-07:00

The Secret

don't worry, nobody has the
beautiful lady, not really, and nobody has the strange and
hidden power, nobody is
exceptional or wonderful or
magic, they only seem to be
it's all a trick, an in, a con,
don't buy it, don't believe it.
the world is packed with
billions of people whose lives
and deaths are useless and
when one of these jumps up
and the light of history shines
upon them, forget it, it's not
what it seems, it's just
another act to fool the fools
again.
there are no strong men, there
are no beautiful women.
at least, you can die knowing
this
and you will have
the only possible
victory.

2011-10-15T23:04:00.001-07:00

2011-10-15T23:03:00.000-07:00

Es la única de Metals que puedo encontrar..

2011-10-15T23:02:00.001-07:00

2011-10-15T22:44:00.000-07:00

Querida_________:

Quisiera poder decir que eres la persona más parecida a mí, la persona más hermosa que no he tenido el placer de conocer. Me retuerzo cada vez que recuerdo que no puedo estar cerca de ti, ni emocionarme por cosas triviales como brincar un charco de agua.

Leer revistas, escuchar a Noah and The Whale, acostarnos en el pasto, tomar fotos instantáneas en días lluviosos, todo esto suena tan maravilloso y tan real al decirlo. La libertad de la que me privan aguas monumentales.

Quisiera poder ver ese cuarto rosado, olor a chicle de tutti frutti, con toda la nostalgia de mis 16 años; nada lejano, algo cercano.

~~Eterna~~ juventud nunca alcanzada.

2011-10-15T22:19:00.001-07:00

2011-10-15T22:09:00.000-07:00

No quiero complejidad, quiero algo simple.

No quiero importarle a nadie, no quiero que nadie me importe.

Quiero, quiero, quiero,

¿porqué todo lo baso en el querer?

La falta de placer me hace no poder comprender que no todo se puede.

2011-10-07T18:48:00.001-07:00

2011-10-07T18:47:00.000-07:00

Cancioncilla

del primer beso

En la mañana verde,

quería ser corazón.

Corazón.

Y en la tarde madura

quería ser ruiseñor.

Ruiseñor.

(Alma,

ponte color de naranja.

Alma,

ponte color de amor)

En la mañana viva,

yo quería ser yo.

Corazón.

Y en la tarde caída

quería ser mi voz.

Ruiseñor.

¡Alma,

ponte color naranja!

¡Alma,

ponte color de amor!

Cancioncilla del primer beso

de Federico García Lorca

2011-10-07T18:38:00.001-07:00

2011-10-07T18:36:00.000-07:00

Me alegra las mañanas.

2011-10-07T18:28:00.000-07:00

2011-10-07T18:27:00.001-07:00

Mis manos todavía heladas, mientras el corazón caliente como cobre fundido.
pucutupum, pucutupum, la rutina está afuera esperándote para ir a pasear, dile que estás enferma y vamos a cantar.

2011-10-07T18:24:00.000-07:00

Sea lo que sea, aún me sigue emocionando y con voz tartamuda digo que es una de mis películas favoritas.

2011-10-07T18:21:00.001-07:00

2011-09-23T17:44:00.001-07:00

2011-09-16T12:50:00.000-07:00

2011-09-16T12:38:00.001-07:00

2011-09-16T12:35:00.001-07:00

My Bed is Covered Yellow

Oh Sun, I sit on you
Oh golden field I lay on you
Oh money I dream of you
       More, More, cried the bed - talk to me more -
Oh bed that taked the weight of the world -
       all the lost dreams laid on you
Oh bed that grows no hair, that cannot be fucked
       or can be fucked
Oh bed crumbs of all ages spiled on you
Oh yellow bed march to the sun whear yr journey will be done
Oh 50 lbs. of bed that takes 400 more lbs-
       how strong you are
Oh bed, only for man & not for animals
       yellow bed when will the animals have equal rights?
Oh 4 legged bed off the floor forever built
Oh yellow bed all the news of the world
       lay on you at one time or another

1957, Paris

2011-09-16T12:34:00.001-07:00

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2011-09-16T12:29:00.000-07:00

Tears that but form gems on sleeves

Must come, I think,

From an insincere heart,

For mine, though I seek to repress them,

Gush forth in torrents.

2011-09-16T12:15:00.001-07:00

2011-09-16T12:14:00.001-07:00

Handome Owl, isn't it?

2011-09-16T12:13:00.000-07:00

Do you think it's worth carrying on, or is it crazy?

2011-09-16T11:59:00.000-07:00

Cuando eres capaz de encontrar belleza en cualquier cosa, eres la excepción de cualquier regla.

2011-09-12T15:17:00.001-07:00

Does my voice not have wings?

Yours are the only ears I want to disco and I say, "You are who I'm breathing for"

2011-09-12T15:12:00.001-07:00

2011-09-12T14:56:00.000-07:00

Todo está yendo muy rápido, y en realidad no sé si me deja pensar en si me gusta o no, pero no tengo el tiempo para quejarme así que, como dicen: me dejaré llevar.

2011-09-03T09:44:00.001-07:00

gah, quiero... buzzz..buzzz

2011-09-03T09:41:00.001-07:00

Sí tan solo todo tuviera una lupa integrada.

2011-09-03T09:36:00.000-07:00

What do you do when you do not know what you want?
do you just stay still or do you stand up and do stuff you know nothing about?

quisiera saber..

2011-08-26T22:07:00.001-07:00

Love Song

I lie here thinking of you:-

the stain of love
is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb

spoiling the colors
of the whole world-

you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!

2011-08-26T22:06:00.001-07:00

2011-08-26T22:03:00.000-07:00

En guerra y siempre cojeando contenta. Sin enloquecer, sin palidecer, sin mostrar debilidad. Calmada hacia algún lugar no muy cercano.

2011-08-20T20:16:00.000-07:00

Y me cuesta decirlo, he hallado lo que siempre he estado buscando, al menos ha permanecido ahí, donde lo necesito.

No quiero pensar en negativo, quiero seguir la luz, quiero

p e r m a n e c e r .

Todo lo que quiero está enfrente de mi, y ya no quiero seguir mirando. Me basta con tener la nostalgia, la nostalgia de no sentirme melancólica pero me siento mejor así, me siento más viva así.

I am alright.

2011-08-20T20:11:00.000-07:00

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

2011-08-20T20:08:00.000-07:00

a little clarity is always needed.

2011-08-20T20:00:00.000-07:00

If you ever had a real heart, I don't think you'd know where to start.

2011-08-20T19:58:00.000-07:00

2011-08-20T19:55:00.000-07:00

The phrase "We'll always have Paris" doesn't always apply.

2011-08-20T19:46:00.001-07:00

2011-08-20T19:34:00.001-07:00

2011-07-19T12:15:00.001-07:00

humble bow to bigger things

2011-07-19T12:13:00.001-07:00

2011-07-19T12:12:00.001-07:00

The moon has become your eyes and at your sight I reside.

2011-07-19T12:11:00.001-07:00

2011-07-19T12:06:00.001-07:00

2011-07-19T12:02:00.001-07:00

I have been dreaming and writing and reading, what else is there to do?

In this humidity all I hear is Nietzsche slur I can't get out of my mind and strange dreams I probably lived in previous days.

All of these people are boring and they try to tie me down to their disgrace but I can not cope with humans burdening their hearts in such way.

2011-07-12T13:47:00.000-07:00

Yo por siempre te amaré Laura.

+

2011-07-08T20:07:00.001-07:00

2011-07-08T20:04:00.001-07:00

don't we all take pictures of the moon when we go to sleep?

2011-07-08T19:59:00.002-07:00

2011-07-08T19:59:00.000-07:00

Encontré una entrada creo que en un blog en donde ponían un montón de palabras en latín y pensé en ponerlas aquí, las que mas me interesan. Ahí van:

Amantes sunt amentes - Lovers are lunatics
Amat victoria curam - Victory favors those who take pains
Amicitiae nostrae memoriam spero sempiternam fore - I hope that the memory of our friendship will be everlasting. (Cicero)
Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi? - Baby, sweetheart, would I lie to you?
Ars gratia artis - Art for the sake of art
Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui - Beware what you say, when, and to whom
Credite amori vera dicenti - Believe love speaking the truth. (St. Jerome)
Difficile est saturam non scribere - It is hard not to write satire. (Juvenalis)
Ex nihilo nihil - Out of nothing, nothing comes / is made

2011-07-08T19:50:00.001-07:00

2011-07-08T19:47:00.000-07:00

"I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do."

2011-07-08T19:40:00.001-07:00

I probably need one.

2011-07-08T19:34:00.000-07:00

2011-07-08T17:53:00.000-07:00

I want to stop talking words that are so sharpen they slaughter my throat.

2011-07-08T17:51:00.001-07:00

2011-07-02T14:09:00.002-07:00

2011-07-02T14:09:00.000-07:00

The skin I live breaks and gets torn up and gets sewn again.

The parts that break are easily attached to promises that never stand still.

The parts that get torn are like words written in chalk, erasable: not permanent

and the parts that get sewn are the ones you wanted to replace but couldn't find a match.

I wish I could make you stay alive, remain; but I can't make you lie about things that you know nothing of.

Pack your bags: your ignorance and pride

delight and reason,

take the pilgrimage of your lifetime

for when you come home I shall not be waiting for the seasons to arrive.

The skin I live breaks and gets torn up and gets sewn again.

The parts that break are easily attached to promises that never stand still.

The parts that get torn are like words written in chalk, erasable: not permanent

and the parts that get sewn are the ones you wanted to replace but couldn't find a match.

2011-06-30T19:58:00.000-07:00

you're the bee's knees but so am I.

2011-06-30T19:51:00.001-07:00

2011-06-27T18:50:00.001-07:00

thousands of little drops filled with chaotic serendipities.

2011-06-27T18:48:00.001-07:00

2011-06-27T18:33:00.000-07:00

maggy and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach(to play one day) 

and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and 

milly befriended a stranded star 
whose rays five languid fingers were; 

and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and 

may came home with a smooth round stone 
as small as a world and as large as alone. 

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) 
its always ourselves we find in the sea 

E. E. Cummings

2011-06-27T18:30:00.000-07:00

2011-06-27T18:12:00.000-07:00

2011-06-27T18:09:00.000-07:00

You speak your fears, thinking in circles and checking what mirrors don't see.
You live your life like a page from the book of my fantasy.

2011-06-27T18:05:00.001-07:00

2011-06-23T18:04:00.000-07:00

I still don't understand what it means to be a friend to you and I was hoping someone would agree but I have to keep pretending I don't mind because there's nothing further over there.

2011-06-21T20:43:00.000-07:00

dead leaf drifting around.

2011-06-20T22:07:00.001-07:00

2011-06-20T22:06:00.001-07:00

"I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it."

2011-06-20T22:02:00.001-07:00

2011-06-20T21:58:00.000-07:00

~~If you're going then go, go and leave me behind.~~

I know you won't be happy here but remember the times when you said you were clean.

Clean of insecurities, nightmares and all sorts of prayers.

Leave and let me be,

for I shall not seek what I couldn't find in dreams.

2011-06-20T21:54:00.000-07:00

mouth to feed, minds to read and hearts that bleed.

2011-06-19T18:19:00.000-07:00

She was just looking for him, for so long and she couldn't find him because he just wasn't there. He wasn't there and she wanted for him to be there so much and he didn't care because he had moved on. She had moved on as well but she didn't really mind seeing him whenever he was available because she loved him deeply, something he couldn't see. He was immersed in the fake life he wanted to live, the life he had chosen and that might look satisfying but never had been and could never have been.

She left her, for so many years and she still loved him, how could it be? Such love, that lasted for so long couldn't be real. Not a love story, not any kind of story has ever portrayed such kind of love in ages but she longed for him to be by her side and she didn't mind for him to be so far away since, he had always been that far: geographically and emotionally.

One day, a summer morning, he called her. She was ecstatic and she was wondering why he was here for. He told her he was there because of his heart and that he had a doctor's appointment. She hoped it was nothing serious and he assured her, it wasn't.

He called her and asked her if she could meet him for lunch, she did not hesitated and immediately said yes. They had lunch and she felt so happy about being sad about the past he had shortened. She said that she wanted to see him whenever he was free from his tiresome life and she asked if she could call him from time to time. He said she'd call her and that if he hadn't called her within the next fifteen days, that she should call her. She knew what that was about: "He might forget" she thought and that's okay, I know he will, like he always had.

He started toying around with the little plastic dolphin she had on her bag and he looked like a little kid, she said: "This is the only kind of Dolphin I will ever have". He started laughing and he wondered if she had always been like that. "That, you will never know" she thought.

They said their goodbyes and she went back to the life she had chosen for herself. Might not be so proud of it but she'll still have those summer nights in the cafe knowing that he man that was with her knew nothing about her and that comforted her in a way that surprised her so much she was barely breathing.

I asked her: "Mum, what is his name? I've never asked, because I was too scared." She kindly said: "There's nothing to be afraid of. He's just a man from my past that will never be in my future. His name is Victoriano Delfín."

As I sat there, listening to what she was saying, I wondered who that man was and how important he was for her, little did I know is that she wanted for him to be the most important man in her life but he just didn't wanted to be and that she had loved him for a very long time but he was too scared of that love, he just couldn't bear it.

2011-06-15T17:21:00.001-07:00

2011-06-15T17:16:00.001-07:00

2011-06-15T17:15:00.000-07:00

And you will only hold me
if I will never tell you it would end

and you will never have me

cause you were only wanting to be friends

and you will always hold out till he gave out.

2011-06-15T17:03:00.000-07:00

Remembering when dreams weren't unsafe, when you listened when no one was talking.

Whenever I walked away from reality just to see you there.

2011-06-12T15:23:00.000-07:00

you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.you can't fix it if it isn't broken.

2011-06-12T15:18:00.000-07:00

A menudo me pregunto si ese estado en el que estaba tuvo algo que ver o simplemente lo hizo para que me diera cuenta de que a pesar de que quizás yo no sea nada parecida a toda la gente que conoce, le encanta estar conmigo aunque sea muy poco tiempo.

No creo ser diferente, al contrario, soy igual que los demás Consumo lo que los demás consumen, escucho lo que los demás escuchan, veo lo que los demás ven. Me pregunto si se refiere a como veo las cosas, me pregunto si es porque no veo el mundo de la misma manera.

Es como Neruda: "Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos".

No porque no dijera lo que la primavera hacía con los cerezos quería decir que no daba a entender lo que él quería decir. Trato de hacerme entender pero no sé si haya mucha gente cerca que pueda interpretarlo como se debe.

2011-06-12T14:19:00.000-07:00

will someone come and save my life

i'm caught under the weight of all this talk on life,

i want a pretty little life.

will someone pull me out tonight

i'm stuck inside the walls of all this sin and strife,

i want a pretty little life.

2011-06-11T14:53:00.001-07:00

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