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

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

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

Que chula es Puebla...

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

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

Los baules del recuerdo.

Hoy hace un año.

http://nortedefuego.blogspot.com/2005/07/todo-me-vale-madre.html

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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..?

Por favor...

Hace poco me llego un correo cadena. A mis contactos les he dicho hasta el cansancio que no me envíen esa clase de información. Respecto de todas las cartas cadenas les he dicho que por favor no sean ilusos. Esto me llego este día.

COMPUTADORES ERICSSON DE
DISTRIBUCIÓN GRATUITA

La sociedad Ericsson distribuye gratuitamente computadores
portátiles con la intención de contrarrestar a Nokia que ha
hecho lo mismo como estrategia de mercadeo. Ericsson tiene
como objetivo fundamental aumentar su popularidad, por este
motivo Ericsson distribuye gratuitamente el nuevo computador
portátil WAP.
Todo lo que hay que hacer es enviar este e-mail a ocho de tus
conocidos y en aproximadamente tres semanas, recibirás un
portátil Ericsson T18.
Si el mensaje es enviado a veinte personas o mas puedes
correr con la suerte de recibir un portátil Ericsson R320.
Para hacer efectiva esta oportunidad es importante que tome
en cuenta que debe enviar su e-mail con copia a:
anna.swelung@ericsson.com
Es importante tener claro que no se trata de una broma.
Compruébelo, dése gusto, regálese un computador portátil.

Buena suerte.


Ahora no me queda más que decir.


NO SEAN P**DEJOS.

On nights...

On nights, like these, when the world's a bit amiss
and the lights go down...across the trailer park.
I get down. I feel had.
I feel on the verge of going mad.
And then it's time to punch clock...

I look back, on where I'm from. And then I look what I became. And I still don't know what's going on.

I remember that I always seemed to be worried about something in different ages... But when I look back, I always seem happier than today.

and the strangest things seem, suddenly routine...

I am losing...

One ring to Rule them All.

Al menos eso fue lo que vino a la trastornada mente del perpetrador de este blog cuando vio esta imagen. No, no es un fotograma de la película de "El Señor de los Anillos", sino una fotografía tomada por el hoy indispuesto (o descompuesto) telescopio Espacial Hubble a la estrella Fomalhaut, de la Constelación Pez Austral (Piscis Australinus). El efecto lo dan una serie (bueno, millones) de partículas, que orbitan alrededor de la citada estrella.
Fomalhaut: La boca del pez.

Hoy

¿Te sientiste prácticamente destrozado?

Hace un año, en este mismo lugar.

ODA AL CEREAL.

¡Oh cereal!, alimento glorioso
pequeño, práctico y sabroso.

Deliciosas hojuelas tostadas
de diversos cereales envasadas

En caja y en bolsa siempre presente
en la lista de compra del super de enfrente

Avena y maiz. Arroz o granola
te consumimos a toda hora.

Primer alimento del dia
rapido cuando andamos en correrias

Ansia loca, hambre traviesa
por las tardes a mala hora empieza
y es el cereal, guardado en la alacena
el que calma el antojo hasta la hora de la cena

Intestino flojo,
problema embarazoso
la fibra existente,
lo termina para siempre.

¡Oh cereal! Comida versátil
gracias por hacer mi vida más fácil.

Sin palabras

Crossover....

With or without you.

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

With or without you
With or without you

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And Im waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

My hands are tied
My body bruised, shes got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you
With or without you

.......

So long ago I don't remember when...that's when they say I lost...............

I was realizing....

That I feel anxious since december 2004. I had a little breeze of happiness on January 23th. I alzo realize that I was somehow happy between february and march of 2005. As I told before...everything went down on may 2005. And now I realize that I cannot.....

Writing....writing....writing....

Sometimes life seems to be only a sucession of tragedies, sorrow and sadness. Most of the time...
And that is when I think, and think, and think. And I ask myself Why? And I know that I won't get any answer. Nobody in this universe can answer such question. At that moment, I answer myself. There is no point on this existence...

I turn everywhere and everything seems to be a futile effort to win a race or a competion against unhappiness. But is impossible to win. Everything is useless. Sooner or later...disgrace will reach you, and then you will be living with it. I do not deny that sometimes might be happiness and joy, but then I think again. What's the point, if it won't last enough....It will be never enough, even if it last a hundred years.

And then the sorrow will reign the life. When you laugh, there will be sorrow underneath..When you love, there is loneliness underneath.

Some people say: ok, then live, live and try to enjoy the most.
But is useless..when it is all over, you will not exist anymore, so It won't matter.

Las sabias palabras del Reverendo Alegría.

"This so called new religion is nothing but a pack of weird rituals and chants designed to take away the money of fools. Let us say the Lord's prayer 40 times, but first let's pass the collection plate."

Traduciendo al Castellano:

"Esta asi llamada nueva religión no es más que un montón de rituales extraños y cánticos diseñados para quitarle el dinero a los tontos. Mejor recémos la oración del Señor 40 veces , pero primero, pasaremos la canastilla de las limosnas".

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