sueño

uf, me estoy despertando casi todos los días a las 5 AM, alguien me puede dar su consejo sobre qué hace para seguir durmiendo?

¡muchas gracias!

techno girl? not in a million years, baby!

Belle de Jour explains how I also feel about technology much better than I would:
5 things I hate about technology:


* Ubiquity. Until 2002, I had no home computer and no home phone (or mobile). When circumstances forced otherwise, I realised I was losing my much-cherished Home As Hideaway ideal, and am still sad about that.
* Assumed ubiquity. I also hate how people assumed because I had neither a home computer nor a telephone I didn't know how to use one.
* Fakes, meta-fakes, and meta-meta-fakes. This bothers me more than a single bullet point's worth of summary, but ho hum. There are a shocking number of people who make money, not off developing technology or using it, but about talking about the people who develop technology or use it. Talking about the people who talk about developing technology or using it seems big these days. And those who discuss the cultural implications of talking about people who talk about the people who develop or use technology even seem to have their own conferences now. The content seems to me a lot like Wikipedia: broad, yet shallow. This makes me sad.
* Upgrades. I totally do not see the point of Microsoft Office and still wish for a word processor as good and with as many features as Wordperfect circa 1992. Yes, I also miss dot matrix printers, and those neat ones with little coloured pens. Sosueme.
* Cables. Ones I don't need or can't remember if I don't need them. Clogging up the place. Enough already. Mobile phone manufacturers, sort your shit out already. Everyone else, just start using Firewire and get it over with please.


5 things I love about technology:


* Multi-speed vibrators. So I don't use most of the settings, it's all about the fact that I could. This is truly the massaging shower head of now, amirite?
* Buying shit online. OMG, I can get a Jetboil replacement parts pack, an Elle Macpherson bra, and Life of Pi from the same website? Delivered tomorrow? Life. Is now. Complete.
* Never having to go to the periodicals section of a library ever again. Although I do resent the students of today for never having to know that particular form of torture.
* Spying on people I knew a long time ago. Way to go, Facebook. Now I need never give in to the urge to want to see them in person to discover how things turned out.
* Nanoparticles. Decades from now we will probably discover, too late, that they will kill us all. But fuckin' A. It's nice to live in an era where you can drop that word into conversation and people won't think you're a comic-reading nerd (even if you are)(fwiw I no longer have an active subscription to 2000 AD).

des-medida

Si la suerte es proporcional a lo que piso en la calle (sin detalles, se sobreentiende,¿no?), creo que tengo que tener mucha pero mucha suerte por lo menos por varios años seguidos.

es largo de contar

si escuchaste esta frase, acordate de mí: seguí escuchando atentamente... ¡¡¡escuchá!!!

porque si escuchás, vas a entender lo que el otro no te está diciendo.
porque si escuchás, vas a comprender desde otro lugar lo que sí te está diciendo y lo que está callando.

y recién después de mucho escuchar, pero después de mucho, mucho, mucho escuchar, recién en ese momento, te vas a dar cuenta si es para vos o no.

speechless

Listening to old songs, such as Careless Whisper makes me feel hopeless, to say the least (all the memories I wanted to bury are back, so back that I think it'll take me years to get over all this stuff).

Well, this may be a new song phase...
let's see...

adsense payments

After laughing for quite a long time, now I can share the info: the balance of my adsense account is USD8.5 (for 3 years)...


do they really think I'm going to spend time filling forms so that they can pay me that?

been there, done that?

Watching a Seinfeld's episode:

Elaine: Been a while?
Jerry: I have a vague recollection of doing something with someone, but it was a long, long time ago.
Elaine: I think my last time was in Rochester. My hair was a lot shorter.
Jerry: I remember that it's a good thing. Someday, I hope to do it again. (Jerry looks at Elaine)
Elaine: What?
Jerry: What?
Elaine: What was that look?
Jerry: What look?
Elaine: The look you just gave me.
Jerry: I gave a look?
Elaine: Yes.
Jerry: What kind of look?
Elaine: I know that look.
Jerry: Then what was it?
Elaine: Why should I tell you?
Jerry: Well, you're the big look expert. I wanna see how smart you are.
Elaine: Trust me. I know the look. (Pause) So...
Jerry: What?
Elaine: What about the look?
Jerry: I don't know.
Elaine: You got something on your mind?
Jerry: No. Things pop into your head. You?
Elaine: Things occur to me from time to time.
Jerry: Yeah, me too. Well, you can't expect to just forget the past completely.
Elaine: No, of course not.
Jerry: I mean, it was something we did. Probably about, what? Twenty-five times?
Elaine: Thirty-seven.
Jerry: Yeah, we pretty much know what we're doin' in there. (Points to bedroom)
Elaine: We know the terrain.
Jerry: No big surprises.
Elaine: Nope.
Jerry: What do you think?
Elaine: I don't know. What do you think?
Jerry: Well, it's something to consider.
Elaine: Yeah.
Jerry: I mean, let's say we did.
Elaine: What if.
Jerry: Is that like the end of the world or something?
Elaine: Certainly not.
Jerry: Why shouldn't we be able to do that once in a while if we want to?
Elaine: I know.
Jerry: I mean, really, what is the big deal? We go in there. (Points to the bedroom) We're in there for a while. We come right back out here. It's not complicated.
Elaine: It's almost stupid if we didn't.
Jerry: It's moronic.
Elaine: Absurd!
Jerry: Of course, I guess, maybe, some little problems could arise.
Elaine: We, there are always a few.
Jerry: I mean, if anything happened, and we couldn't be friends the way we are now, that would be really bad.
Elaine: Devastating.
Jerry: Because this is very good. (Points back and forth between them to indicate friendship)
Elaine: And that would be good. (Points to bedroom)
Jerry: That would be good too. The idea is combine the this and the that. But this cannot be disturbed.
Elaine: Yeah, we just wanna take this and add that.
Jerry: But of course, we'd have to figure out a way to avoid the things that cause the little problems. Maybe some rules or something.
Elaine: Huh.
Jerry: For example, now, I call you whenever I'm inclined and vice versa.
Elaine: Right.
Jerry: But if we did that, we might feel a certain obligation to call.
Elaine: Well why should that be? Oh, I have an idea. I have an idea. No call the day after that.
Jerry: Beautiful. Let's make it a rule.
Elaine: All right, sir.
Jerry: Now here's another little rule. When we see each other now, we retire to our separate quarters. But sometimes, when people get involved with that, they feel pressure to sleep over. When that is not really sleep. Sleep is separate from that. And I don't see why sleep got all tied up and connected with that.
Elaine: Okay, okay. Spending the night is optional!
Jerry: Well now we're gettin' somewhere.
Elaine: What about the kiss goodnight?
Jerry: Tough one. You're call.
Elaine: It's brug-wa (?).
Jerry: Fine. Well.
Elaine: Well.
Jerry: You ready?
Elaine: Ready.
Jerry: So think you can handle this?
Elaine: Definitely. (Runs into bookshelf)

In the same episode:

Jerry and George are at the store.
George: What about jewelry? That's very nice gift.
Jerry: No, no. I have to be very careful here. I don't want to send the wrong message. Especially after the other night.
George: Maybe I'll get her some jewelry.
Jerry: No, no. You can't get her anything better than me. Whatever I spend, you have to spend half.
George: What am I supposed to get, a bazooka?
Jerry: You don't understand. I'm in a very delicate position. Whatever I give her, she's going to be bringing in experts from all over the country to interpret the meaning behind it.
George: What does she need? Maybe there's something that she needs.
Jerry: I think I heard her say something about a bench.
George: A bench? What kind of a bench?
Jerry: I don't know, but she mentioned a bench.
George: What, like at a bus stop?
Jerry: I don't know.
George: Like a park bench?
Jerry: I have no idea.
George: Who puts a bench in their house?
Jerry: Forget the bench.
George: I got it. You wanna get her something nice? How 'bout a music box?
Jerry: No, too relationshippy. She opens it up, she hears that Laura's theme, I'm dead.
George: Okay, what about a nice frame? With a picture of another guy in it. Frame says I care for you, but if you wanna get serious, perhaps you'd be interested in someone like this.
Jerry: Nice looking fellow.
George: What about candle holders?
Jerry: Too romantic.
George: Lingerie?
Jerry: Too sexual.
George: Waffle maker.
Jerry: Too domestic.
George: Bust of Nelson Rockefeller.
Jerry: Too Gubernatorial. (?)
George: Let's work on the card.

Then:
Elaine: (Reading card) Think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such a friend.
Kramer: (To Jerry) Yates.
Elaine: Oh Kramer. (They embrace)
Jerry: Could you excuse us please?
Kramer: What?
Jerry: We're talking.
Kramer: Oh, the relationship. (He leaves)
Jerry: You know, we never had one fight before this deal.
Elaine: I know.
Jerry: Never.
Elaine: Ever.
Jerry: We got along beautifully.
Elaine: Like clams.
Jerry: It was wonderful.
Elaine: A pleasure.
Jerry: So I think we should just forget the whole deal, and go back to being friends.
Elaine: I can't do it.
Jerry: You what?
Elaine: I can't do that.
Jerry: You mean it's... (She nods) No this. No that. No this or that. Oh, boy. What do you want?
Elaine: This, that, and the other.
Jerry: Oh, sure. Of course, you're entitled. Who doesn't want this, that, and the other?
Elaine: You.
Jerry: (Starts to correct then realizes) Well...


Finally:
Elaine: All right, you can take the newspaper. But I want it back.

Kramer: Oh yeah. So, ah, what're you guys gonna do today?
Elaine: Ah, this. And that.
Jerry: And the other.
Kramer: Boy, I really liked the two of you much better when you weren't a couple. (He exits)

End.
(hey, this is fictional, please)...

comentarios

llevar a mi perra a pasear es toda una odisea, no solo porque su artrosis no le permite caminar bien, sino porque a cada paso las señoras de cierta edad me paran para hacerme algunos comentarios:

— ¡Te felicito que juntás lo que hace tu perra!

mi respuesta: mirada lacónica y sonrisa forzada (preferiría que en vez de felicitarme, siguieran caminando: no hago más que mi deber por tener una mascota).

— ¡Ojalá todos levantaran todo como vos!

respuesta similar...

pero siempre, siempre hay alguien que te hace cambiar de actitud: hoy una treintañera desde la ventanilla de su auto -el que detuvo solo para hacerme su comentario mientras se hacía una fila- me dijo:

— ¿No te da asco qu tu "perro" haga en el medio de la calle?-

(no era el medio de la calle, sino un costado del cordón)

y como decidí ignorar semejante comentario, siguió:

— ¡¿Escuchaste lo que te dije?!

esta vez, increíblemente, respondí:

— ¿Y vos viste las bolsitas que tengo para juntar lo que hace mi perra?

(entre nos, ¿será que podremos dejar de mirar lo que hace el otro para concentrarnos en lo que hacemos cada uno de nosotros como individuos? Parar el auto en una bocacalle para buscarle el "pero" al otro es algo totalmente inconcebible -sobre todo, si el otro es alguien responsable como yo-).

Vos, el de arriba, dame paciencia, mucha paciencia esta semana. Porque si la vuelvo a ver...

of all things

Though I can't explain myself clearly, I can say everything's changing.

may be a poem can give you an idea:

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
The Mystery Cat, poem by T S Eliot

a way

Certain songs make me think of certain people... (hey, I warned you, song mode is over, but I'll keep on posting songs).

You've got a way with me
Somehow you got me to believe
In everything that I could be
I've gotta say, you really got a way.

You've got a way it seems
You gave me faith to find my dreams
You'll never know just what that means
Can't you see, you got a way with me.

It's in the way you want me
It's in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love's made of
It's in the way we make love.

You've got a way with words
You get me smiling even when it hurts
There's no way to measure what your love is worth
I can't believe the way you get through to me.

Oh, how I adore you
Like no one before you
I love you just the way you are.

nuevos verbos pronominales

Yo cliqueo, tú cliqueas, pero, ¿cliqueame?, ¿te cliqueo?
Y... ¿te mensajeo? en vez de ¿te mando un mensaje?

¿no nos estamos yendo un poco lejos?
quizá todavía estoy un poco lenta para estos cambios...

longing

Ryan (my 8 year-old crush) is playing football in Germany and he says that Argentines play better, though Germans play well.


He doesn't know I'm taking his words so seriously. There's sth we do better. Amazing!

primavera

Supongamos que todavía la lluvia se refleja en mis pupilas.
Supongamos que los días de lluvia implican quedarse en casa.
O que de vez en cuando te toca salir.
Y mojarte.

Supongamos.

Ahora, también supongamos que mientras se te da vuelta el paraguas por enésima vez, decidís buscar un gorro para lluvia, aunque parezca tonto, y así ya no tener que depender del paraguas.
Supongamos que después de mucho buscar, lo encontrás.
Ahora, supongamos que increíblemente el tiempo cambia y todos los días de lluvia por delante se disiparon.
Supongamos que a partir de ahora, un nuevo elemento se cobija en tu cartera.
Pero sólo supongamos.
Porque la lluvia va a hacer su retorno triunfal.
Y cuando eso suceda, supongamos que voy a estar preparada.

conversation

A young woman was talking to a lady about a baby.
Here´s what they were talking:

-Nice to meet you! Ahhh, is this baby girl your grandchild?
-Oh yes, her name's Jazmine. I've got three granddaughters. All of them are named after flowers: the first's Florence, the second's Rose and this is Jazmine.

I don´t know if the fourth will be called "Cactus"...

and peals of laughter were heard...

back to normal function

Song mode is officially over.
However, I'll keep posting songs from time to time. So that you're informed.

no more

I can wait another day until I call you
You've only got my heart on a string and everything a flutter
But another lonely night (and another, and another)
Might take forever(and another, and another)
We've only got each other to blame
It's all the same to me love
'cause I know what I feel to be right
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
You're my guiding light
Day or night I'm always there

May I never miss the thrill of being near you
And if it takes a couple of years
To turn your tears to laughter
I will do what I feel to be right

No more lonely nights
Never be another
No more lonely nights
You're my guiding light
Day or night I'm always there
And I won't go away until you tell me so
No I'll never go away

Yes I know what I feel to be right
No more lonely nights
Never be another
No more lonely nights
You're my guiding light
Day or night I'm always there
And I won't go away until you tell me so
No I'll never go away
I won't go away until you tell me so
No I'll never go away
No more lonely nights, no no ...

keep

You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was something missing
You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't listen
You played dead
But you never bled
Instead you lay still in the grass
All coiled up and hissing

And though I know all about those men
Still I don't remember
Cause it was us baby, way before then
And were still together
And I meant every word I said
When I said that I love you I meant
That I love you forever

And I'm gonna keep on loving you
'Cause its the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on loving you

And I meant every word I said
When I said that I love you, I meant
That I love you forever

in red

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright
I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance
They're looking for a little romance
Given half a chance
And I've never seen that dress youre wearing
Or that highlights in your hair
That catch your eyes
I have been blind

The lady in red is dancing with me
Cheek to cheek
There's nobody here
It's just you and me
It's where I wanna be
But I hardly know this beauty by my side
I'll never forget the way you look tonight
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing
I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side
And when you turned to me and smiled it took my breath away
And I have never had such a feeling such a feeling
Of complete and utter love, as I do tonight

The lady in red is dancing with me
Cheek to cheek
There's nobody here
It's just you and me
It's where I wanna be
But I hardly know this beauty by my side
I'll never forget the way you look tonight

I never will forget the way you look tonight
The lady in red
My lady in red
I love you

young

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The musics for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The musics played by the madmen

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And dimonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

rainy days

Remember that piano, so delightful, unusual
That classic sensation, sentimental confusion
Used to say "I like Chopin"
Love me now and again, wooh
Rainy days never say goodbye
To desire when we are together
Rainy days growing in your eyes
Tell me where's my way
Imagine you're facin' a sunshine reflection
A vision of blue skies, Forever distractions
Used to say "I like Chopin"
Love me now and again, wooh
Rainy days never say goodbye
To desire when we are together
Rainy days growing in your eyes
Tell me where's my way
Rainy days never say goodbye
To desire when we are together
Rainy days growing in your eyes
Tell me where's my way
Rainy days never say goodbye
To desire when we are together
Rainy days growing in your eyes
Tell me where's my way

games

Even if I can't say what I really think, I'm pretty sure I won't be playing Backgammon in a long, long time.

a matter of choice, I'd say.

meaningful words

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

save

You saw me standing by the wall, corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun so you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go.

Don't save a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after
No don't say a prayer for me now.
Save it til the morning after

Feel the breeze deep on the inside look down into the well
If you can you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance (like all dreamers can't find another way.)
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day.

Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after....

Pretty looking road I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why 'Ill keep my promise I'll melt the ice
And you wanted to dance, so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul,
Some people call it a one-night stand, but we can call it paradise

Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after
Save it til the morning after

Friday bonus

I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
'Cause I feel so secure when we're together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear

And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I've been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl
'Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find

And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
Its' time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.

a sunny day

There was a time some time ago
When every sunrise meant a sunny day, oh a sunny day
But now when the morning light shines in
It only disturbs the dreamland where I lay, oh where I lay
I used to thank the lord when I'd wake
For life and love and the golden sky above me
But now I pray the stars will go on shining, you see in my dreams you love me

Daybreak is a joyful time
Just listen to the songbird harmonies, oh the harmonies
But I wish the dawn would never come
I wish there was silence in the trees, oh the trees
If only I could stay asleep, at least I could pretend you're thinking of me
cause nighttime is the one time I am happy, you see in my dreams

Chorus:
We climb and climb and at the top we fly
Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time
And I don't know really what it means
All I know is that you love me, in my dreams

I keep hoping one day I'll awaken, and somehow she'll be lying by my side
And as I wonder if the dawn is really breaking
She touches me and suddenly I'm alive.

propaganda

You've been just an early entry
In my diary
Another page I had to fill
Inside a book of a thousand
I turn the page but my heart still aches
Living my life without you
It seems like something is missing
Something is missing without you
I close my eyes and remember why
So much is missing without you
But when I start to write again

There's a gap in my life
That's too large to fill
A wound in my heart
That no doctor can heal
There's a ghost in my mind
Who is haunting all night
There is trust deep inside
Brings you back to my side
Myself deceiving

You've been another colour
To the picture Im painting
From the memory I have of you
But all the colours turn into blue
What you see is a part of me
Living my life without you
It seems like something is missing
Something is missing without you
But when I start to write again

It seems like something is missing
Something is missing without you
I close my eyes but I must be blind
So much is missing without you
Life goes on
I will be strong
Living my life without you
But once in a while I realise
That so much is missing
Without you

There's a gap in my life
That's too large to fill
A wound in my heart
That no doctor can heal
There's a ghost in my mind
Who is haunting all night
There is trust deep inside
Brings you back to my side

There's a gap in my life
That's too large to fill
A wound in my heart
That no doctor can heal
There's a ghost in my mind
Who is haunting all night
There is trust deep inside
Myself deceiving

Myself deceiving
But when I start to write again

There's a gap in my life
That's too large to fill
A wound in my heart
That no doctor can heal
There's a ghost in my mind
Who is haunting all night
There is trust deep inside
Myself deceiving

There's a gap in my life
That's too large to fill
A wound in my heart
That no doctor can heal
There's a ghost in my mind
Who is haunting all night
There is trust deep inside
Myself deceiving

Myself deceiving

song mood

Hey!

I'm still in the eighties' mood.
Bear it with me, I'm having a great time stirring memories...


Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, why can't I?

eternal

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?

I believe it's meant to be, darling
I watch when you are sleeping, you belong to me
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?

Say my name, sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling


Say my name, sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely, and then you come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling

Close your eyes and give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?

Is this burning an eternal flame?

(Close your eyes and give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?)

it rings so many bells

De Cita a Ciegas...

[...]
LG
Sí, es. Después de estar con alguien diez años necesitás una relación fácil que te cure. Un otro que te cure, que te devuelva la fé. El problema es que ese otro nunca es esencial. Es una relación de tres meses, por ejemplo. Una muleta, alguien que te ayuda a hacer ese duelo. Alguién de transición. Una enfermera que te ayuda a caminar de nuevo, te lava las heridas, te hace la sopa sin sal. Y recién cuando estás curado podés encontrar a alguien especial. Yo no quiero ser esa enfermera, Matías. Curate solo o contratá personal eventual. Emborrachate, dejale mensajes, cogé con putas. Curate como puedas.

Matías
¡No, no es así! ffffffffffffzzzzzzzzzzzz es como fffffffzzzzzzzz no es fffffffffffz no me fz interesa ffzzzzz no la veo más, es nadie, no es importante.

LG
Es tan importante que ahora mismo estamos hablando de lo no importante que es ella, en vez de hablar de lo importante que soy yo.

Matías
Nooooooooooooooooo fzzzzz zzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz no fz no ffffffffffffffff fffffffffffffff fffffffffffffz zz ffffffzzzz fzfz fffffffffzzz zzzzz fzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz.

LG
Va a llegar un día en el que, sin darte cuenta, vas a dejar de ir a sus fiestas, vas a dejar de hablar de las peleas con ella, vas a dejar de decir que es nadie, vas a dejar de verla en otras mujeres. Vas a dejarla. Pero hasta ese día, no podés estar con nadie. Así que andate a la cama, contá ex novias y dormite.

Matías
fffffffffffffz no no no ffffffffffz abrime fffffffz no fffffffffffffffffffff fffz hablemos fffzz fz favor fzzzzzzzzz

LG
No tengo más nada que decirte. Pero no te transformes en Marcelo, sé bueno.

Sé que siguió hablando porque antes de colgar lo escuché. No sé qué más dijo porque me fui a dormir. Me dejó una nota por debajo de la puerta pero no me interesa leerla. Hoy tampoco fue a la oficina. Rodrigo, en cambio, me dejó dos mensajes para saber si estoy bien. Quizás lo llame. Todos necesitamos un enfermero de vez en cuando.
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MATIAS
En algún momento vamos a tener que hablar. Quedate, hablamos ahora
y terminamos de una vez con este asunto.

LG
No quiero hablar. Me quiero ir.

MATIAS
Es solo hablar.

LG
No, no es sólo hablar. Cuando un vendedor de biblias te
toca la puerta no lo tenés que dejar pasar. Nunca.
Porque si lo dejás pasar, si abrís la puerta sólo para que te muestre,
te termina vendiendo la biblia siempre.

MATIAS
No entiendo.

LG
Que no es solo hablar. En algunos casos, como con
el vendedor de biblias, hablar es sólo el principio.

MATIAS
¿Entonces?

LG
(Saludándolo para irme)
Entonces nada…
La única forma de que no te vendan una biblia no es no comprar.
Directamente no hay que abrir la puerta.

memories

I love them...

American Beauty

a phrase I just heard:

never underestimate the power of denial...

anything to do with my life?
well, I've just shaken off an angina I caught. Translation: I'm back!

housekeeping

See? I told you: I'm at my wits' end and that's the reason why I spent 2 hours of my life ironing!!!

Now it's high time I took a course on how-to-keep-the-fridge-cleaner-than-ever.

human

I love this song!

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind
And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your heart...
Cut the cord

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye
Wish me well..
You've gotta let me go

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know is your heart still beating

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer

You've gotta let me know

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human
Or are we dancer?

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

Are we human
Or are we dancer?

lemonade

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree

old-time happiness