"mi vida... un tajo en la silla" Alejandra Pizarnik

...caminar siempre pendiendo de un hilo tan delgado...
acaso no es esa adrenalina,
la de saberse caminando constantemente el límite,
la que nos mantiene,
la que nos llena de nombres con los cuales nombrar.

nos sentimos poderosos,
nombramos con ajenidades,
es el juego del que se siente rey sumergido en plena esclavitud.

incluso en este mismo momento tratando de darle coherencia a este apéndice que considero insignificante y hasta reemplazable.

A great picture

Bohemian like you...

Youve got a great car,
Yeah, whats wrong with it today?
I used to have one too,
Maybe youll come and have a look.
I really love your hairdo,yeah,
Im glad you like my do,
See were looking pretty cool,
getcha.
So what do you do?
Oh yeah I wait tables too.
No I havent heard your band,
Cause you guys are pretty new.
But if you dig on vegan food,
Well come over to my work,
Ill have them cook you something that youll really love,

Cause I like you,
Yeah, I like you,
And Im feelin so bohemian like you,
Yeah, I like you,
Yeah, I like you,
And I feel wahoo, woooWohoo hoo hoo

Wait,
Whos that guy,
Just hanging at your pad.
Hes looking kinda blah,
Yeah, you broke up thats too bad.
I guess its fair if he always pays the rent,
And he doesnt get bent about sleeping on the couch when Im there,
Cause I like you,
Yeah I like you,
And Im feeling so bohemian like you.
Yeah I like you,
Yeah I like you,
And I feel wahoo, wooooWohoo hoo hoo

Im getting wise,
And Im feeling so bohemian like you,
Its you that I want so please,
Just a causal, casual easy thing.
It isnt? it is for me.
And I like you,
Yeah I like you,
And I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like youI like you.
And I feel wahoo, wooooWohoo hoo hoo

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

Jane says - Jane´s addiction

Jane says
I'm done with sergio
He treats me like a ragdoll
She hides
The television
Says i don't owe him nothing,
But if he comes back again
Tell him to wait right here for me or,
Try again tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow...
I'm gonna kick tomorrow...

Jane says
Have you seen my wig around?
I feel naked without it
She knows
They all want her to go
But that's ok man
She don't like them anyway

Jane says
I'm going away to spain
when i get my money saved
I'm gonna start tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow...
I'm gonna kick tomorrow...

She gets mad
And she starts to cry
Takes a swing but she can't hit!
She don't mean no harm
She just don't know...
What else to do about it

Jane goes
To the store at eight
She walks up on St. Andrews
She waits
And gets her dinner there
She pulls her dinner
From her pocket

Jane says I've never been in love -
no She don't know what it is
She only knows if someone wants her
I only want 'em if they want me,...
I only know they want me...
Jane says...
Jane says...

Sullen girl

Cuál es la diferencia entre proyección y sobreexpectativa???
Entre lo que desarmas y armas, entre lo que cerras y abris?

Fragment of Thom Yorke

"The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh the more, the more
The more you try the eraser
The more, the more
The more that you appear"

Un poema de Wajszczuk

La petite fille litteraire

Apareció el sol
y el miedo de cegarme también

presencia descarnada
la que mira no soy yo
sino la que de noche tajea el cielo
y al amanecer anda perdida
emparchando fisuras

la que se quiebra
de tanto deseo de lo que no existe.

Pisces Iscariot

un amigo me dijo una frase de Pascal: corremos ingenuos hacia el precipicio, pero siempre colocamos un objeto delante nuestro que nos impide verlo...

« un autre est ce que j´aime et
moi-même je me hais; mais
cet autre se change en roc si
j’ouvre mes ailes, si je retombe
à terre, il monte au ciel; quand
je ne cesse de le poursuivre il ne
cesse de fuir, à mes appels il
reste sans réponse; et plus je
le cherche, plus à mes regards
il se cache »

GIORDANO Bruno

caminando sobre el agua

espejito espejito dime quien es la mas linda del reino...

clara posibilidad de crear diversidad... las cosas no siempre son tan terminales ni tan tajantes como uno puede pensar... possibly maybe.....
lo cierto es que nos rodeamos de limites sustituibles por una buena libertad inmediata y responsable???

Your flirt finds me outTeases the crack in meSmittens me with hopePossibly maybe possibly maybepossibly maybeAs much as I definitely enjoy solitudeI wouldn't mind perhapsSpending little time with youSometimesSometimesPossibly maybe probably lovePossibly maybe probably loveUncertainty excites mebabeWho knows what's going to happen?Lottery or car crashOr you'll join a cultProbably maybe possibly loveProbably maybe possibly love, possiblyMon petit vulcanYou're eruptions and disastersI keep calm admiring your lavaI keep calmPossibly maybe probably lovePossibly maybe probably loveElectric shocks?I love them!With you --> dozen a dayBut after a while I wonderWhere's that love you promised me?Where is it?Possibly maybe probably love, possiblyPossibly maybe probably love, possiblyHow can you offer me love like that?My heart's burnedHow can you offer me love like that?I'm exhaustedLeave me alonePossibly maybe possibly maybePossibly maybeSince we broke upI'm using lipstick againI suck my tongueIn remembrance of you...


enjoy it!

lo que me alimenta me destruye...

qué hace a las personas prescindibles o imprescindibles?

una letra interesante... pagan poetry (björk)

Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved

He offers
A handshake
CrookedFive fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetryPagan poetry
Morsecoding signals (signals)
They pulsate (wake me up)
and wake me up(pulsate)
from my hibernating
On the surface simplicity

Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe

I love him,
I love him
I love him,
I love him
I love him,
I love him
I love him,
I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him,
she loves him
I'm gonna keep it to myself
She loves him,
she loves him
She loves him,
she loves him
This timeI'm gonna keep me all to myself
She loves him,
she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
She loves him,
she loves him
She loves him,
she loves him
And he makes my want to hand myself over

domingo soleado encierroensimismado

algunas palabras de Sylvia Plath...

Morir
Es un arte, como cualquier otra cosa.
Yo lo hago excepcionalmente bien.
Lo hago para sentirme hasta las heces.
Lo ejecuto para sentirlo real.
Podemos decir que poseo el don.
Es bastante fácil hacerlo en una celda.
Muy fácil hacerlo y no perder las formas.
Es el mismoRetorno teatral a pleno día
Al mismo lugar, mismo rostro, grito brutal
Y divertido:
'Milagro!
'Que me liquida.
Luego una carga a fondo
Para ojear mis cicatrices, y otra
Para escucharme el corazón –
De verdad sigue latiendo.
Y hay otra y otra arremetida grande
Por una palabra, por tocar
O por un poquito de sangre
O por unos cabellos o por mi ropa.
Bien, bien, está bien
HerrDoktor.Bien.
Herr Enemigo.
Yo soy vuestra obra maestra,
Su pieza de valor,
La bebe de oro puro
Que se disuelve con un chillido.
Me doy vuelta y ardo.
No creas que no valoro tu gran cuidado.
Ceniza, ceniza —
Ustedes atizan, remueven.
Carne, hueso, nada queda
Una barra de jabón,
Una alianza de bodas.
Un empaste de oro.
Herr Dios,
Herr Lucifer
Cuidado.
Cuidado.
Desde las cenizas me levanto
Con mi cabello rojo
Y devoro hombres como el aire