True love waits. Radiohead

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave,
don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love wins
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave,
don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile

Just lonely, lonely
Just lonely, lonely

A veces las canciones permiten transmitir lo que siento... por eso me rodeo de ellas... incluso aquellas que cortan la respiracion cada vez que las escuchas... o te paralizan, estés donde estés, te dejan así, como medio autómata, envuelto en un sinfin de significados y de sentimientos que no podés explicar...

M.

...tratando de ocultar aquellos recuerdos que contribuyen a crear(me) en este mundo...

PICTURE OF YOU.. THE CURE

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel

Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear

Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go

Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark

Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you.

La fille sur le pont...de Patrice Leconte

Puede que no me merezca nada mejor. Debe de estar escrito en algún sitio, no sé dónde. Hay gente que ha nacido para ser feliz, y a mí todos los días de mi vida me han engañado. Todo lo que me prometieron me lo creí, pero nunca he conseguido nada. No sé hacer ninguna cosa, no le importo a nadie... no soy feliz... ni siquiera soy realmente desgraciada, porque seguro que te sientes desgraciado cuando has perdido algo, pero nunca he tenido nada mío, sólo mi mala suerte.

-¿Cómo se imagina el futuro, Adele?

-No lo he pensado... Cuando era pequeña sólo deseaba una cosa: crecer. Quería que sucediera deprisa, pero ahora no sé para qué ha servido todo esto. No sé para qué. Hacerme mayor. El futuro es... es como una sala de espera, como una gran estación con bancos y corrientes de aire, y detrás de los cristales un montón de gente que pasa corriendo, sin verme. Tienen prisa. Cogen trenes, o taxis. Tienen un sitio a donde ir, alguien con quien encontrarse. Y yo me quedo sentada, esperando.

-¿Qué espera, Adele?

-Que me ocurra algo.

Recordando....

los buenos momentos con Santi...

Ize of the world . The Strokes

I think I know what you mean but watch what you say
'cause they'll be try to knock you down in some way
Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
Your mind would wander and searched for its place in the night
Your body followed this feeling like following light
Once that your music was born it followed you 'round
And then it gave your activities meaning and let you be loud
You're sad but you smile
It not in your eyes
Your eyeballs won't change
It's the muscles around your eyes

An egg to fertilize
A pulse to stabilize
A body to deodorize
A life to scrutinize
A child to criticize
Young adults to modernize
Citizens to terrorize
Generations to desensitize

You're dreams are sweet and obsessed
And your overworked
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)

Be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed
Am I a prisoner to instincts?
Or do my thoughts just live
As free and detached
As boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born
And detached from your heart
Is your free time to free minds
Or for falling apart?
Night after night
You turn out the light
You don't fall asleep right away
"Are we... are we done?"

A desk to organize
A product to advertise
A market to monopolize
Movie stars you idolize
Leaders to scandalize
Enemies to neutralize
No time to apologize
Fury to tranquilize
Weapons to synchronize
Cities to vapor-i

Last Days-----Gus Van Sant

Death to Birth---------Michael Pitt

From ripe

To rotten

Too real

To live

Should I lie down

Or stand up

And walk around again

My eyes finally wide open up

My eyes finally wide open shut

To find the found(fount) of sound

That hears the touch of my tears

Smells the taste of all we waste

Could feed the others

But we smother each other with the necter

And pucker the sour

A bittersweet weather

It blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Fly's through the last gasp we left

On this earth

Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh

It's a long lonely journey

From death to birth

It's a long long lonely journey

From death to...

It's a long lonely journey

From death to birth

Oh It's a long lonely journey

From death to birth

Yeaaah...

Should I die again

Should I die around

The pounds of matter wheeling through space

I know I'll never know

Until I come face to face

With my own

With my own

With my own

With my own cold dead face

With my own wooden case

Yeaaah...

Pucker the sour

Sugar sweet weather

Blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

Fly's through the last gasp we left

On this earth

Ohhhhhh

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

What should I die again

Should I tell you when

The pounds of matter wheeling through space

I know I'll never know

Unitl I come face to face

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

It's a long lonely journeyfrom death to birth

in the middle of the night....

¿Cómo crecer? ¿Cómo despegarse de algo o alguien que ya no nos entiende? Esa cuestión de quedarse, mantenerse en un solo lugar, sitiada, guardada, por qué???? El problema es que muchas veces, esta libertad nos cuesta nuestra conexión con el mundo y corremos el riesgo de convertirnos en ermitaños autodeterminados...... pero bien, bien solos! ¿No existe algún punto de equilibrio en todo esto? Por qué tengo que rodearme de personas que no me entienden, que no saben ni quien soy?? (mi discurso es demasiado autoreferencial!) A lo que me refiero es que cuando uno crece, a partir de otros ámbitos, otras personas, aquellas amiguitas con las cuales se pasaba horas hablando y haciendo cosas, parecen sujetos tan lejanos, tan secos (así como yo debo parecer distante también) ¿cómo mediar con ello??

the verve con un nuevo disco..

Una buena noticia y yo descolgada como siempre... los verve tienen un nuevo disco... es bueno saber que por lo menos existe la música para reconfortar esta vida, creo que sin ella, este mundo no sería un lugar agradable... la música tiene esa capacidad de transmitirte sentimientos, imagenes que no se logran con la comunicacion cotidiana....... esas sensaciones que extrapolás a través de una canción son indescriptibles.. únicas... un motivo más para seguir...

LoVe is Noise - The verve

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles that are made in China?
Feel the bright prosaic malls
And the corridors that go on and on and on
I was blind - couldn't see
We are one incomplete
I was blind - in the city
Waiting for light wind to be saved

Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Understand this world's affliction
Recognise the righteous anger
Understand this world's addiction?

I was blind - couldn't see
What was here in me
I was blind - insecure
I felt like the road was way too long, yeah

Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again,
again, again, again, again, again

Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that you're feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles made in China?
Will those feet in modern times
See the bright prosaic malls?
Will those feet in modern times
Recognise the heavy burden
Will those feet in modern times
Pardon me for my sins
Love is noise
Come on