sábado, julio 29, 2006

Why?

Why do I feel in the mood of posting when "I am not in my best mood"?
Listening to some songs, watching at the mess that I have. Wandering in my mind, when I wish to wander outside. Thinking about some stupid things like "do the mosquitoes buzz with their mouths or with the annus?" (that's not mine, that is from a parody that Aristofanes made about Socrates). Thinking about mythology. If our lifes are predestined or of we really have our fate in our hands. If it's true that some cruel god split us apart and if we will be looking for our half part the rest of our life. Thinking about if it is really necessary to look for someone or to love someone. If life is just like that. Be with someone and try to live stable. Or just try to have somebody at a moment, just for feeling good, just for not being alone. Somebody told me that we are not alone, we always have ourselves. The problem is when you don't even like yourself. Pretty problem. Pretty life. Try to achieve the love of someone and losing your life on it. Or being alone, and suffering about it. Or being stigmatized about it. Pretty issue. Or loving someone that will never love you. Cruel joke. So I yell What's the fuckin' point?

Mundo letras se muda temporalmente aca.











Semisonic.
Closing Time





Closing time

Open all the doors and let you out into the world

Closing time

Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every 
girl

Closing time

One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or 
beer

Closing time


You don't have to go home but you can't stay here


I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



Closing time

Time for you to go out to the places you will be from

Closing time

This room won't be open till your brothers or your 
sisters come

So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

I hope you have found a friend

Closing time

Every new beginning comes from some other 
beginning's end



I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



Closing time

Time for you to go out to the places you will be from



I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



Closing time

Every new beginning comes from some other 
beginning's end

viernes, julio 28, 2006

Tout est chaos

...Si je dois tomber de haut
Que ma chute soit lente
Je n'ai trouvé de repos
Que dans l'indifférence
Pourtant, je voudrais retrouver l'innocence
Mais rien n'a de sens, et rien ne va...

...Si la mort est un mystère
La vie n'a rien de tendre
Si le ciel a un enfer
Le ciel peut bien m'attendre
Dis moi,
Dans ces vents contraires comment s'y prendre
Plus rien n'a de sens, plus rien ne va...


Tout est chaos
A côté
Tous mes idéaux : des mots Abimés...
Je cherche une âme, qui
Pourra m'aider
Je suis
D'une géneration désenchantée, désenchantée

jueves, julio 27, 2006

Does my memory....comfort you

....lack of knowledge has a source...
still my thoughts must run their course...
well it's ten years later and still I haven´t a clue

martes, julio 11, 2006

Que chula es Puebla...


Catedral de Puebla....un mes de abril.....

Actualizado: ¡¡¡¡ESTA ES LA CENTÉSIMA ENTRADA!!!!

Los baules del recuerdo.

sábado, julio 08, 2006

lunes, julio 03, 2006

The night.

The night is right. Right for feelings. Right for thoughts.
But night can be sad sometimes. Specially...lonely nights.
Today I want to write for myself. Only for myself. But writing here, makes the sense of being heard.

Who knows after all..?