buscaremos tu voz en la oscuridad, ahi donde sonries.
Gracias por TODO.
Foto: Jorge Claro Leónmartes, marzo 15, 2011
Azul casi morado
Adios Rita,
buscaremos tu voz en la oscuridad, ahi donde sonries.
Gracias por TODO.
Foto: Jorge Claro León
buscaremos tu voz en la oscuridad, ahi donde sonries.
Gracias por TODO.
Foto: Jorge Claro León
sábado, marzo 05, 2011
The Crust
I didn't touch my wound.
didn't touch it FOR YEARS!
I waited patiently. Desperately.
Oh gods how it ITCHED sometimes!
And now, finally, the crust is about to fall,to crumble, to disintegrate into human dust.
the crust is almost gone. Look, what a beautiful SCAR.
I'm about to be ready
for new desperations
didn't touch it FOR YEARS!
I waited patiently. Desperately.
Oh gods how it ITCHED sometimes!
And now, finally, the crust is about to fall,to crumble, to disintegrate into human dust.
the crust is almost gone. Look, what a beautiful SCAR.
I'm about to be ready
for new desperations
sábado, enero 22, 2011
miércoles, enero 19, 2011
synæsthesia
A color is a flavor.
A month is purple.
Mostly a sound is pain.
Sometimes patterns are created when I think of people and places. I wish I could record those weird feelingsmellhear symphonies of my head.
This is Paris:
This is Toronto:
This is Mexico City:
Maybe sometime I'll try to draw people, or time.
Go figure:
A month is purple.
Mostly a sound is pain.
Sometimes patterns are created when I think of people and places. I wish I could record those weird feelingsmellhear symphonies of my head.
This is Paris:
This is Toronto:
This is Mexico City:
Maybe sometime I'll try to draw people, or time.
Go figure:
martes, diciembre 28, 2010
The 365 days of Andy Soto
I'm always saying that I'm finally going to change, But I will this time!
Nevertheless,somethings will stay the same. I want to KNOW how much I'm going to accomplish.
So, next year I will be really serious.
In 2011, I'll most likely go back to live in Toronto,Canada.
In 2011 I'll still be interested in chaos and randomness.
Sadly, music will still be the most important thing in my life.
I will make yet another record.
In 2011 I´ll still be dreaming in soundscapes.
In 2011 I will have more synthesizers.More more MORE!
In 2011 I will write more short stories, I´ll finish that novel. Maybe.
I will smell the blue breeze of the pacific ocean once again.
In 2011 my dreams will be more interesting that the "real" life around me and I'll deal with it.
I´ll get stoned again, maybe.
In 2011 I will be a dad!
In 2011 I will go to India.
In 2011 I will resist.
I will forget.
I'll keep my mouth shut.But not my mind.
In 2011 I will leave any possible sorrow buried in the snow, to better love the sun!
In 2011, simple happiness will be ENOUGH.
Nevertheless,somethings will stay the same. I want to KNOW how much I'm going to accomplish.
So, next year I will be really serious.
In 2011, I'll most likely go back to live in Toronto,Canada.
In 2011 I'll still be interested in chaos and randomness.
Sadly, music will still be the most important thing in my life.
I will make yet another record.
In 2011 I´ll still be dreaming in soundscapes.
In 2011 I will have more synthesizers.More more MORE!
In 2011 I will write more short stories, I´ll finish that novel. Maybe.
I will smell the blue breeze of the pacific ocean once again.
In 2011 my dreams will be more interesting that the "real" life around me and I'll deal with it.
I´ll get stoned again, maybe.
In 2011 I will be a dad!
In 2011 I will go to India.
In 2011 I will resist.
I will forget.
I'll keep my mouth shut.But not my mind.
In 2011 I will leave any possible sorrow buried in the snow, to better love the sun!
In 2011, simple happiness will be ENOUGH.
martes, diciembre 21, 2010
la nuit.
I.
Dusk.
I leave my soul on a bench in front of my house every night, eager to know what becomes of her there while I sleep.
I get her back in the morning, and I sit beside her watching the sun light the street once again.
In her eyes,there is an emotion,unfathomable, after all the startles and prodigies of the night.
And all my hopes are false.
II.
I love the night.
I love the night in Mexico City.
I put awesome music on and I just DRIVE.
I drive until I don't know where I am, until the streets become other planets and the sweetness is below my feet.
III
I saw you in my dream!
I had to wake up as I didn't want to start lying to you again.
Dusk.
I leave my soul on a bench in front of my house every night, eager to know what becomes of her there while I sleep.
I get her back in the morning, and I sit beside her watching the sun light the street once again.
In her eyes,there is an emotion,unfathomable, after all the startles and prodigies of the night.
And all my hopes are false.
II.
I love the night.
I love the night in Mexico City.
I put awesome music on and I just DRIVE.
I drive until I don't know where I am, until the streets become other planets and the sweetness is below my feet.
III
I saw you in my dream!
I had to wake up as I didn't want to start lying to you again.
jueves, diciembre 16, 2010
kinky karma
I always get what I want!!
Of course, it is in the most untimely,distorted,weird fashion possible.
The kind that leaves you wondering if it wasn't better to just NOT want anything at all in the first place.
Of course, it is in the most untimely,distorted,weird fashion possible.
The kind that leaves you wondering if it wasn't better to just NOT want anything at all in the first place.
martes, noviembre 02, 2010
dia de muertos
¿Será el sueño un ensayo de la muerte?
Tal vez estamos muertos porque pensamos y sentimos.
Porque languidecemos esperando por fin
vivir
La vida es derramarse y expandirse
en una risa-crepúsculo
Cada sueño es una muerte
Un encuentro con el fin.
Volver a vernos, volver a VIVIR.
Quizás, en la muerte,
en un sueño muy lejano
volveré a saborearte.
Tal vez estamos muertos porque pensamos y sentimos.
Porque languidecemos esperando por fin
vivir
La vida es derramarse y expandirse
en una risa-crepúsculo
Cada sueño es una muerte
Un encuentro con el fin.
Volver a vernos, volver a VIVIR.
Quizás, en la muerte,
en un sueño muy lejano
volveré a saborearte.
jueves, octubre 28, 2010
spell
The right amount of haze
The right amount of night
The right city, the right place
The proper company and just the conversation that goes along
The proper bottle of chardonnay
A travel
A train
A certain sound, a certain song,an exact order of notes
Crazy laughter
Overwhelming orgasm
All this things will make the wonder of your scent appear.
The danger is that it is never the same order, the same enchantment.Crazy magic lies in the fact that you can appear at ANY moment.
Each awakening, each sorrow, every sight and every darkness is a step towards the rite of your presence.
A neverending trance, a now very unfortunate bewitchment that I'll never unbound.
The loop is the spell is the loop.
Inebriated with the feeling I shout "BE HERE NOW!"
All this goes on in the lifetime of a sad whisper. In a second of intoxicated weakness I stumble and spit "it's nothing it's nothing it is NOTHING"
And the spell passes.
Isn't it crazy?
The right amount of night
The right city, the right place
The proper company and just the conversation that goes along
The proper bottle of chardonnay
A travel
A train
A certain sound, a certain song,an exact order of notes
Crazy laughter
Overwhelming orgasm
All this things will make the wonder of your scent appear.
The danger is that it is never the same order, the same enchantment.Crazy magic lies in the fact that you can appear at ANY moment.
Each awakening, each sorrow, every sight and every darkness is a step towards the rite of your presence.
A neverending trance, a now very unfortunate bewitchment that I'll never unbound.
The loop is the spell is the loop.
Inebriated with the feeling I shout "BE HERE NOW!"
All this goes on in the lifetime of a sad whisper. In a second of intoxicated weakness I stumble and spit "it's nothing it's nothing it is NOTHING"
And the spell passes.
Isn't it crazy?
lunes, octubre 25, 2010
__::::::___:::::::___(tu me entiendes)
dócil silencio
sin noticias de la muerte.
Yo no existo
Nada existe
Hasta que vuelves a pensar en mi.
sin noticias de la muerte.
Yo no existo
Nada existe
Hasta que vuelves a pensar en mi.
domingo, octubre 17, 2010
Tantra
...If there was only something between us
other than our clothes...
The heart's filthy lesson
falls upon deaf ears
David Bowie
What's the name of this?
I'm spending my dreams searching for a metaphor for pleasure and guilt.
You feel disgusted because you like the way I see you,the way I capture you,and you come back everytime because in the loneliness of your pleasure the way we die together keeps coming just before you end.
(Fleshy craving)
Mesmerized by an intention of decay, of crude matter, of salty flesh,of the way your skin feels against my breath.
your guilty nakedeness binds us,my eyes touch you and you can FINALLY BE YOURSELF.
A wave of desire unleashes as the door closes and the world remains outside.
Nothing will be learned,nothing will be better, it's just that exchange of NOTHING that makes us meet again.
What's the name of this?
other than our clothes...
The heart's filthy lesson
falls upon deaf ears
David Bowie
What's the name of this?
I'm spending my dreams searching for a metaphor for pleasure and guilt.
You feel disgusted because you like the way I see you,the way I capture you,and you come back everytime because in the loneliness of your pleasure the way we die together keeps coming just before you end.
(Fleshy craving)
Mesmerized by an intention of decay, of crude matter, of salty flesh,of the way your skin feels against my breath.
your guilty nakedeness binds us,my eyes touch you and you can FINALLY BE YOURSELF.
A wave of desire unleashes as the door closes and the world remains outside.
Nothing will be learned,nothing will be better, it's just that exchange of NOTHING that makes us meet again.
What's the name of this?
domingo, septiembre 12, 2010
miércoles, julio 07, 2010
Mirage
I
...La calle es muy amplia,es casi una avenida, pero tiene algo de familiar y acogedor al mismo tiempo porque el suelo es adoquinado,con piedras de rio.
En cuatro años pasaré por aqui sin pensar en ti,pero eso todavia no lo sé.Por el momento solo existe la calle, la noche y el lago como una esperanza difusa de encontrar lo que se ha perdido.
II
Escribo en mi cuaderno de notas hasta que tengo la mano tiesa y adolorida.Escribo hasta quedarme dormido.Escribo todo lo que recuerdo, sueños inertes y listas de adjetivos para describir sonidos y sabores.
Despierto una vez mas y creo que ya no queda mas que escribir. Tomo un boligrafo cualquiera,abro mi cuaderno y en la primera hoja en blanco que encuentro escribo:
"La calle es muy amplia,es casi una avenida, pero tiene algo de familiar y acogedor al mismo tiempo..."
...La calle es muy amplia,es casi una avenida, pero tiene algo de familiar y acogedor al mismo tiempo porque el suelo es adoquinado,con piedras de rio.
En cuatro años pasaré por aqui sin pensar en ti,pero eso todavia no lo sé.Por el momento solo existe la calle, la noche y el lago como una esperanza difusa de encontrar lo que se ha perdido.
II
Escribo en mi cuaderno de notas hasta que tengo la mano tiesa y adolorida.Escribo hasta quedarme dormido.Escribo todo lo que recuerdo, sueños inertes y listas de adjetivos para describir sonidos y sabores.
Despierto una vez mas y creo que ya no queda mas que escribir. Tomo un boligrafo cualquiera,abro mi cuaderno y en la primera hoja en blanco que encuentro escribo:
"La calle es muy amplia,es casi una avenida, pero tiene algo de familiar y acogedor al mismo tiempo..."
domingo, julio 04, 2010
sábado, junio 26, 2010
Telescope
Better than a memory,
you are a DREAM now.
You have never been more concrete.
You have never been more MINE.
you are a DREAM now.
You have never been more concrete.
You have never been more MINE.
martes, junio 01, 2010
Entada gigas
No hay ninguna semilla más parecida al corazón.
Nace en los manglares de las costas del pacífico y el caribe, y las corrientes de ríos de aguas oscuras la llevan hasta el mar, donde puede vivir flotando algunos años, hasta que las olas la depositan en playas lejanas e ignotas.
La gente del mar la conoce desde siempre, y por su forma la llaman "corazón del mar", y se le da a la persona amada si te la encuentras en una tarde salada de brisa y resolana.
Las ocarinas más antiguas de la humanidad se han hecho con ella,además de collares y joyas.
Su forma es agradable en la mano y su textura asemeja un sueño de agua.
Es un corazón que canta,un corazón que crece, un corazón que viaja.
Un corazón que espera oculto en la arena.
Nace en los manglares de las costas del pacífico y el caribe, y las corrientes de ríos de aguas oscuras la llevan hasta el mar, donde puede vivir flotando algunos años, hasta que las olas la depositan en playas lejanas e ignotas.
La gente del mar la conoce desde siempre, y por su forma la llaman "corazón del mar", y se le da a la persona amada si te la encuentras en una tarde salada de brisa y resolana.
Las ocarinas más antiguas de la humanidad se han hecho con ella,además de collares y joyas.
Su forma es agradable en la mano y su textura asemeja un sueño de agua.
Es un corazón que canta,un corazón que crece, un corazón que viaja.
Un corazón que espera oculto en la arena.
jueves, mayo 20, 2010
lunes, mayo 10, 2010
frozen
They come down
from the cold dream of hyperborea
a little evil, a little lost.
to haunt our gut
with their minds and with their hearts
with a truly inoccentevilsmile
not sure if the name of the game is "to FEEL"
but they play anyway
maybe to never feel like that again.
touch them
and DESPAIR
(shine on my days again
I'll close my eyes and I'll jump to the void
because you asked me to)
from the cold dream of hyperborea
a little evil, a little lost.
to haunt our gut
with their minds and with their hearts
with a truly inoccentevilsmile
not sure if the name of the game is "to FEEL"
but they play anyway
maybe to never feel like that again.
touch them
and DESPAIR
(shine on my days again
I'll close my eyes and I'll jump to the void
because you asked me to)
martes, abril 20, 2010
Big Bang
11pm.
Es muy raro moverse a esta velocidad sin entrar en el Hipervacio.
Con Hendrix y "All Along the Watchtower" ensordeciendome dejo que mi cuerpo me conduzca por calles desconocidas,escalones,pasillos del metro...
En el telescopio de la mente, el eco de la explosion de todo lo que senti esta detras, en el fondo de la memoria.El rumor de un torrente lejano de placeres y esperanzas falsas.
A veces,la oscuridad total regresa un instante en la forma de un sabor o de un sueño.Como una antigua amante,regresa siempre feliz,sonriente y acogedora, porque sabe que toda la turbulencia que genera es el saco que mejor me ha quedado desde siempre.
Y sin embargo...
Estoy listo para nuevas profundidades.
Es increible darme cuenta que todo eso esta tan lejos.Me olvido de bajar en mi estacion y me doy el lujo de regresar caminando.Me siento invulnerable.Nada puede alcanzarme ya. El olvido es un escudo poderoso, Mas fuerte que cualquier nostalgia.
Es muy raro moverse a esta velocidad sin entrar en el Hipervacio.
Con Hendrix y "All Along the Watchtower" ensordeciendome dejo que mi cuerpo me conduzca por calles desconocidas,escalones,pasillos del metro...
En el telescopio de la mente, el eco de la explosion de todo lo que senti esta detras, en el fondo de la memoria.El rumor de un torrente lejano de placeres y esperanzas falsas.
A veces,la oscuridad total regresa un instante en la forma de un sabor o de un sueño.Como una antigua amante,regresa siempre feliz,sonriente y acogedora, porque sabe que toda la turbulencia que genera es el saco que mejor me ha quedado desde siempre.
Y sin embargo...
Estoy listo para nuevas profundidades.
Es increible darme cuenta que todo eso esta tan lejos.Me olvido de bajar en mi estacion y me doy el lujo de regresar caminando.Me siento invulnerable.Nada puede alcanzarme ya. El olvido es un escudo poderoso, Mas fuerte que cualquier nostalgia.
martes, abril 06, 2010
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