«So just hold me close, I know it's coming
Far away and out of sight
Hold me close, I feel it coming
The changes to our lives...»
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
True journalism :P
This is on "Blood diamonds":
- How about we go to your place and see what's in the mini bar?
- I'm a print journalist: I drank it.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
No apto para depresivos
Dice Alejandra Pizarnik:
«Si pudiera tomar nota de mí todos los días sería una manera de no perderme, de enlazarme, porques es indudable que me huyo, no me escucho...
El más grande misterio de mi vida es este: ¿por qué no me suicido? En vano alegrar mi pereza, mi miedo, mi distracción. Tal vez por eso siento, cada noche, que me he olvidado de algo»
«En lo alto de la mañana los ojos se deslumbran en su color, se desnudan de su luz, se sumergen en su condición de sobrevivientes»
«Esta creencia mía de que escribiendo veré una señal, algo con qué seguir»
«Si pudiera tomar nota de mí todos los días sería una manera de no perderme, de enlazarme, porques es indudable que me huyo, no me escucho...
El más grande misterio de mi vida es este: ¿por qué no me suicido? En vano alegrar mi pereza, mi miedo, mi distracción. Tal vez por eso siento, cada noche, que me he olvidado de algo»
«En lo alto de la mañana los ojos se deslumbran en su color, se desnudan de su luz, se sumergen en su condición de sobrevivientes»
«Esta creencia mía de que escribiendo veré una señal, algo con qué seguir»
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Late at night
To me it seems that life has just begun Little of what's here will prevail along the road
The friends, the love, the rhythms and the sea
It'll all be gone as if it was just a whim.
Hazel eyes still look dearly at me
Maybe tomorrow they'll be gone
In a month, a year; maybe a lifetime will pass
Maybe tomorrow they'll be gone
In a month, a year; maybe a lifetime will pass
There's no way to know.
Hidden fixations lie within
The words, the smell of that tree,
The taste of smoke and the tears
They may never be seen.
The words, the smell of that tree,
The taste of smoke and the tears
They may never be seen.
The mourning yawns over the hills
Night has left me broken and defeated
Wounds will heal as this day goes by
They'll open up again when it's time.
Was nützt die liebe in gedanken
«Sadly, it's simple. People come in two kinds: those who love and those who are loved.»
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
...
Hay palabras que iluminan, que llegan, que se asientan, que sonríen, que resuenan, que son tibias, que te esperan, que reaniman.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Oscar Wilde on selfishness
«There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up»
«Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live»
Closer
Alice: You did love me?
Dan: I'll always love you. I hate hurting you.
Alice: Why are you?
Dan: Because I'm selfish. And I think I'll be happier with her.
Alice: You won't. You'll miss me. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?
Thursday, April 02, 2009
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