jueves, junio 30, 2011
Please reassure me that I'm doing alright
Who could find him the sidewinding Indian
Why do they miss him, the overpaid simpleton?
She jumped in the river of the tears that I cry
Those are left alone, they're left outside
Spooky little lizard girl, where did you run to?
I only asked your name, never meant to hurt you
She wrote me a letter on the back of the road
I was traveling away and she traveled thru the circle
Of the church chimes over the hill
The church chimes over the hill
Who could find him the sidewinding Indian
Why do they miss him, the overpaid simpleton?
She jumped in the river of the tears that I cry
Those are left alone, they're left outside
Spooky little lizard girl, where did you run to?
I only asked your name, never meant to hurt you
She wrote me a letter on the back of the road
I was traveling away and she traveled thru the circle
Of the church chimes over the hill
The church chimes over the hill
She's been switched on inside my head
An imaginary friend sitting by my bed
Taking pictures of my soul
All the angles no-one could know
I thought an eagle was seeing thru my eyes
I thought everybody turning into spies
Reassures the only aim of my life
Please reassure me that I'm doing alright
No more calls on the telephone
She's been turned off and I'm all alone
She's been switched off inside my head
An imaginary friend sitting by my bed
Taking pictures of my soul
All the angles noone could know
I thought an eagle was seeing thru my eyes
I thought everybody turning into spies
Reassures the only aim of my life
Please reassure me that im doing alright
No more calls on the telephone
She's been turned off and I'm all alone
jueves, junio 23, 2011
god loves his children, yeah
miércoles, junio 22, 2011
Y entonces, sin aviso el pasado golpea, traicionero, cuando estás con la guardia baja, distraído y casi feliz.
Agazapado detecta la vereda con sol y se interpone, se cruza y te barre las patas y el pecho se encoge y uno sigue caminando, total, qué diferencia puede haber.
-- "San Francisco" (Jordi Aguirres)
"Life is, in fact, a battle. On this point optimists and pessimists agree. Evil is insolent and strong; beauty enchanting but rare; goodness very apt to be weak; folly very apt to be defiant; wickedness to carry the day; imbeciles to be in very great places, people of sense in small, and mankind generally, unhappy. But the world as it stands is no illusion, no phantasm, no evil dream of a night; we wake up to it again and again for ever and ever; we can neither forget it nor deny it nor dispense with it. We can welcome experience as it comes, and give it what it demands, in exchange for something which is idle to pause to call much or little so long as it contributes to swell the volume of consciousness. In this there is mingled pain and delight, but over the mysterious mixture there hovers a visible rule, that bids us learn to will and seek to understand."
-- "Ivan Turgenieff" in "French Poets and Novelists" (Henry James)
miércoles, junio 15, 2011
fuck you is the new thank you
lunes, junio 13, 2011
joyeux anniversaire!
jueves, junio 09, 2011
