We are the X Generation. We were not the problem. We could have been the SOLUTION.
still haunts me... still SCREAM
domingo, abril 08, 2012
jueves, marzo 29, 2012
lunes, marzo 19, 2012
jueves, febrero 23, 2012
Bad choice
5am
"If I say something: Bad choice.
If I sit down: Bad choice.
If you stay: Bad choice.
If I laugh: Bad choice.
If I go: Bad choice.
If I tell you: Bad choice.
If I wake you up: Bad choice
If you remember me: Bad choice.
If I dream: Bad choice.
If You cry: Bad choice.
If I write: Bad choice.
If I'm horny: Bad choice.
If I leave:Bad choice
If tell the truth: Bad choice.
If you look at me: Bad choice.
If I smoke: Bad choice."
(already on the subway, already on my way to nowhere, this guy just beside me had a mantra going on. It went for as long as he was on the train, and it was so true I wondered if I was still dreaming...
"Si je dis quelquechose: Mauvais choix, Si je me barre: Mauvais choix, si je te reveille: mauvais choix...)
sábado, febrero 18, 2012
This is...
This is what I think I do.
This is what my "friends" think I do
This is what bandmates think I do
This is what my sisters think I do
What you think I do.
This is what I really do.
This is what my "friends" think I do
This is what bandmates think I do
This is what my sisters think I do
What you think I do.
This is what I really do.
lunes, febrero 13, 2012
viernes, enero 13, 2012
nights
...sometimes sadness was so overwhelming I couldn't contain it inside me. I couldn't be still couldn't be in one place.
I had to walk and walk and walk until I was exhausted. Until the Ipod died on me in the middle of nowhere.
Spent the rest of the night searching for wonders in the trash.
I had to walk and walk and walk until I was exhausted. Until the Ipod died on me in the middle of nowhere.
Spent the rest of the night searching for wonders in the trash.
viernes, enero 06, 2012
37 grados
...el amor ha sido algo putrefacto. Un hedor humedo que todo lo envuelve y lo impregna.
Pero una sabana batida de tu fragancia puede dejarse secando al sol de Occitania, o de México.
Desesperado, el hedor sera por un momento muy poderoso,mas apestoso que nunca.
Después, aunque el recuerdo haga de mi piel un cuero acartonado y descolorido,no quedara recuerdo de tu presencia.
Pero una sabana batida de tu fragancia puede dejarse secando al sol de Occitania, o de México.
Desesperado, el hedor sera por un momento muy poderoso,mas apestoso que nunca.
Después, aunque el recuerdo haga de mi piel un cuero acartonado y descolorido,no quedara recuerdo de tu presencia.
miércoles, diciembre 07, 2011
jueves, noviembre 17, 2011
stop it
You don't deserve you depression.
Being down, being REALLY DOWN is an exquisite feeling, not to be confused with simple emotions like insecurity, fear or self PITY.
Down and out in Paris, London, Mexico, Lund, Los Angeles... the world.
Being down, being REALLY DOWN is an exquisite feeling, not to be confused with simple emotions like insecurity, fear or self PITY.
Down and out in Paris, London, Mexico, Lund, Los Angeles... the world.
martes, octubre 11, 2011
under your spell
Hell, I thought I would never come back here. I thought I was so over all this nonesense!
Thank you.
THANK YOU for all this.
Thank you.
THANK YOU for all this.
domingo, septiembre 25, 2011
martes, septiembre 13, 2011
September
"...You were staying with me for the weekend. We came back to my place, it was night.
We were frozen by the rain and the cold weather and you went straight to a hot shower. I did the same and I came out to find you lying half asleep and half naked in bed.
Your skin was so warm and soft and we made love,slowly and intensely, the way you like it.
You were still lying facedown.
Listen to the rain -you said-
and oh, we listened.
We listened to the raindrops tap the window while we made love..."
We were frozen by the rain and the cold weather and you went straight to a hot shower. I did the same and I came out to find you lying half asleep and half naked in bed.
Your skin was so warm and soft and we made love,slowly and intensely, the way you like it.
You were still lying facedown.
Listen to the rain -you said-
and oh, we listened.
We listened to the raindrops tap the window while we made love..."
domingo, agosto 28, 2011
I rest my case
Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
— Homer, The Iliad
— Homer, The Iliad
sábado, agosto 20, 2011
Toi
In the dark
with the tip of my fingers
I write your name on other skins.
Once I've done it I don't turn on the light anymore.
This way, in the darkness
it's still you.
It's ALWAYS you.
with the tip of my fingers
I write your name on other skins.
Once I've done it I don't turn on the light anymore.
This way, in the darkness
it's still you.
It's ALWAYS you.
domingo, mayo 08, 2011
Domingo
Nos abandonamos
Una tarde de monstruos
En la porno cicatriz
Supra sensacion
Ser vivo
Ser piedra
Ser estrella
Ser vacio
Siento profundidad
Siento trascendencia
Una tarde de monstruos
En la porno cicatriz
Supra sensacion
Ser vivo
Ser piedra
Ser estrella
Ser vacio
Siento profundidad
Siento trascendencia
jueves, mayo 05, 2011
Confesión
Estoy seguro que la poesía y la música son verdades absolutas del mundo.
Es por esto que estoy perdido para siempre.
Sí, confieso que estoy enamorado de los sueños.
Soy adicto a soñar porque encuentro la realidad injusta,nefasta, mal hecha, mezquina...irreal.
Todos esos falsos objetivos y satisfacciones fatuas.
Esta no es la conciencia.
Si esto es lo real, la humanidad es un error.
Es por esto que estoy perdido para siempre.
Sí, confieso que estoy enamorado de los sueños.
Soy adicto a soñar porque encuentro la realidad injusta,nefasta, mal hecha, mezquina...irreal.
Todos esos falsos objetivos y satisfacciones fatuas.
Esta no es la conciencia.
Si esto es lo real, la humanidad es un error.
jueves, abril 21, 2011
Enciclopedia Galactica
somos una especie con un remedo de inteligencia.
Una especie de hecho muy atrasada.
Hemos logrado un rudimentario dominio sobre la materia, juguetes de plastico, silicio y metal que en nada han mejorado nuestra existencia.
En el mundo de hoy somos esclavos de un dictador implacable y voraz: la pantallita.
¿El flujo de electrones es nuestro triunfo como especie?
Es por eso que nos sentimos solos. Si existen, las Grandes Inteligencias del Universo nos ignoran. Somos hormigas afanosas de banalidad en su patio estelar.
No tenemos ningun dominio ni maestria sobre la mente y el espiritu.
Ni siquiera podemos estar seguros que EXISTEN.
Una especie de hecho muy atrasada.
Hemos logrado un rudimentario dominio sobre la materia, juguetes de plastico, silicio y metal que en nada han mejorado nuestra existencia.
En el mundo de hoy somos esclavos de un dictador implacable y voraz: la pantallita.
¿El flujo de electrones es nuestro triunfo como especie?
Es por eso que nos sentimos solos. Si existen, las Grandes Inteligencias del Universo nos ignoran. Somos hormigas afanosas de banalidad en su patio estelar.
No tenemos ningun dominio ni maestria sobre la mente y el espiritu.
Ni siquiera podemos estar seguros que EXISTEN.
domingo, abril 17, 2011
Noise
All my friends
All the people I know
Are dreams
Mystical facts in different states of incompleteness
All the people I know
Are dreams
Mystical facts in different states of incompleteness
jueves, abril 07, 2011
No mas Sangre.
Mexico.
desde 2006. 35000 muertos, seguramente mas. No queremos mas muertos, no queremos mas sangre.
Ni uno mas.
desde 2006. 35000 muertos, seguramente mas. No queremos mas muertos, no queremos mas sangre.
Ni uno mas.
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