sincerely

I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
Of the nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so

Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best

You're all that I hoped I'd find
In every single way
And everything I could give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay

Because I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
But I need it

Ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh

And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
Because I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly

des del centre neuràlgic de la facultat
necessitava deixar escrit com em sento
en aquest segon, a dia d'avui
*

Yesterday night

Well this hurts me more than I can stand to say in just one sitting.
You left the room so I could pray.
So I pace the halls to see if I could find a hole in something.
Or maybe places to escape.
Oh, but everybody knows this is the part of breaking down in anybody's arms.
I'm reaching down and hoping this one's ours, God, please let me stay.

And then I fell into pieces and she fell into me.
Saying play me a song it's been too long since I've heard you sing.
You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving.
If nothing more than for the heart.
Too proud to breath but all too scared to say the things worth saying.
Who knew this trip would be this hard.
As I'm looking to the sky to count the stars, I wonder if you see them where you are.
I'm down on both my knees to pray tomorrow brings no pain.
And then I fell into pieces and she fell into me.
Saying play me a song it's been too long since I've heard you sing.
And, we all fall to pieces, but at least you fell to me.
But this is the wrong night, so tell me goodnight and let it go.
I stayed here and you just prayed.
My head would clear, and I'd stay safe.
The pieces left ,the love is changed just saved everything.
Oh, but everybody knows this is the part of breaking down in anybody's arms.
I'm reaching down and hoping this one's ours, God, please let me stay.
And then I fell into pieces and she fell into me.
Saying play me a song it's been too long since I've heard you sing.
And then I fell into pieces and she fell into me.
Saying play me a song it's been too long since I've heard you sing.
And, we all fall to pieces, but at least you fell to me.

But this is the wrong night, so tell me goodnight and let it go

Cadáver, 2a Parte

Cadáver exquisito es una técnica por medio de la cual se ensamblan colectivamente un conjunto de palabras o imágenes; el resultado es conocido como un cadáver exquisito o cadavre exquis en francés. Es una técnica usada por los surrealistas en 1925, y se basa en un viejo juego de mesa llamado "consecuencias" en el cual los jugadores escribían por turno en una hoja de papel, la doblaban para cubrir parte de la escritura, y después la pasaban al siguiente jugador para otra colaboración.

El cadáver exquisito se juega entre un grupo de personas que escriben o dibujan una composición en secuencia. Cada persona sólo puede ver el final de lo que escribió el jugador anterior. El nombre se deriva de una frase que surgió cuando fue jugado por primera vez en francés: « Le cadavre - exquis - boira - le vin - nouveau » (El cadáver exquisito beberá el vino nuevo). En resumidas cuentas se combinan cosas de una idea agregando elementos que pueden o no pertenecer a la realidad. Los teóricos y asiduos al juego (en un principio, Robert Desnos, Paul Eluard, André Bretón y Tristan Tzara) sostenían que la creación, en especial la poética, debe ser anónima y grupal, intuitiva, espontánea, lúdica y en lo posible automática. De hecho, muchos de estos ejercicios se llevaron a cabo bajo la influencia de sustancias que inducían estados de semiinconsciencia o durante experiencias hipnóticas.

Neruda y Lorca los llamaron poemas al alimón; Nicanor Parra y Huidobro, quebrantahuesos (Junto a Parra, Enrique Lihn y Jodorowsky hicieron una exposición denominada "el quebrantahuesos"

Nicolas Calas –vanguardista suizo- sostenía que un cadáver exquisito tiene la facultad de revelar la realidad inconsciente del grupo que lo ha creado, en concreto los aspectos no verbalizados de la angustia y el deseo de sus miembros, en relación con las dinámicas de posicionamiento afectivo dentro del mismo. Ernst observó que el juego funciona como un 'barómetro' de los contagios intelectuales dentro de un círculo de creadores.

Decía Rulfo que no existen más que tres temas básicos: el amor, la vida y la muerte: para captar su desarrollo normal, hay que saber cómo tratarlos, qué forma darles, sin repetir lo que han dicho otros. En tanto metabolismo continuado de anteriores lecturas, podría considerarse si la literatura no es en sí misma un gran cadáver exquisito a partir de temas y preocupaciones bastante simples.

extraído de : Wikipedia

suena: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsnqJgxTZgE

Cadaver exquisito

En un pasillo espiral ·.·.·.·

día muy positivo :)

oN

On caigui la vena que tapa.
On pagui la pena deixar-se la pell,
on salvar el coll.

On morin per sempre els fantasmes,
on tornin a nèixer les ganes.
On fer meu algun lloc.

On passar pel pas del temps.
On demà aniré si vens.

On trobi forces per nedar a contracorrent.
On no haver de guardar la roba, on ser valent.

On no hagi de guanyar batalles.
On l'odi se'ns mori de gana.
On tornar a creure en la gent.

On sàpiga entendre't quan calles.
On costi el que costi parlar-ne.

On somiar no costi gens.

On trobi forces per nedar a contracorrent.
On no haver de guardar la roba, on ser valent.

(_)

Que boig el món, que no té cap sentit
i em fa pensar: "no sé què hi faig aquí.
Que boig el món, que no el puc entendre mai.
Ja pots lluitar amb constància,
que un dia et fot un cop
amb tanta força que et deixa sol
en el principi del camí.

Per art de màgia
baixem com l'aigua
i, a cada obstacle,
refem com si res el camí,
construint a mida el destí.

A contracorrent,

de cara al vent,
amb mar de fons i onades,
governa tu el vaixell
que no tens res a perdre,
res a perdre res, res a perdre.

Pla

- Senyora -vaig dir un dia a una bella persona-, vostè és un agradable ésser humà. Crec que em seria perfectament factible projectar una passió sobre vostè, sempre, és clar, que vostè no hi tingués inconvenient.




It's not mine, but I want it...

You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds

And honestly, I have been begging for answers
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying loud
I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe
(And I was nearly scared to death)
And I was nearly scared to death
(Why you left in paragraphs)
Why you left in paragraphs
(The words were nearly over us)
The words were nearly over us
You stop and turn and grab your bags

And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?

As hours move to minutes
And minutes take longer to break
I will be desperately awaiting
But my tongue won't fall apart
And we've been sitting here for hours
All alone and in the dark

So let me think of how to word it
Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?
If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere
I'm sure everything would find me
All that's left is just to sing

And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?

And if you sing to me sweet until then,
I may never sail Virginia again
And as this current moves slow for me
This much you must know of me again
And I'll have you know I'm scared to death

Tell me once again
That you'll love me to the death
And should I die, you swear that you will come for me
As I fade away, you reach out your hand
(And please don't let me go)
And please don't let me go
(And please don't let me go)
And please don't let me go

And I'll be here by the ocean

Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams

so sad and slow

And I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio?
Gotta fix that calender I have That's marked July 15th Because since there's no more you There's no more anniversary I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you And your memory And how every song reminds me Of what used to be
That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio?

so sad and low_

-2 cm

Aqui hem esperat avui que arribessin els Reis Mags d'Orient
Quin fred que feia... buf


M'he adonat que estic passant un Nadal de luxe: tot i la feina de la uni i l'acadèmia he pugut sortir al teatre, retrobar els llaços amb Bcn i amb la il·lusió de cada dia...

Toilet key: 1210 (****)

Buenos dias
ya he llegado

volamos sin direccion (sin direccion)
atravesamos el sol (sin direccion)
contagiame tu calor
que me estoy quedando helado

Y otra vez te vas
y piensas que da igual
que nada de lo que haces
puede derrumbar los sueños
que estrellas fugaces
intentaron regalarme un dia
mirame y no sonrias
no tengo palabras para
explicar las cosas
que me han pasado contigo

Distància?? -2 cm, -2 cm, -2 cm... !!!

-2 cm

Duque que?

Yo no entiendo tanto bombo... ni que fuera guapo...



jajajajajajajajaja

y yo a lo mío: I will never believe in anything again...

Feliç Any 9

Deies que volies deixar l'any passat enrere, començar un de nou, havia estat massa dur...
Jo t'acompanyo en aquest camí, començant el primer dia de l'any
Aquest any si
Toca ser feliç

:)