Blackout.
domingo, 13 de enero de 2019
El día que morí por segunda vez
Soñé mi propia muerte, me desperté muy angustiado, casi que lloro cuando se lo conté a Hannah, por suerte no le conté mi intento de suicidio en la víspera de año nuevo. Quizás este sueño fue consecuencia de eso, la necesidad de terminar con esta angustia recurrente, que duele, me paraliza y no me deja ser quien era, no me deja relacionarme con nadie y me aleja de todo. Necesito ayuda y no sé como pedirla.
Estoy muerto por dentro, siento que no me queda nada por compartir. Funciono de manera automática, me cansé de buscar alguien a quien querer y fracasar .
El sueño en sí fue bastante placentero, sentí como calladamente abandonaba mi cuerpo sin dolor ni frío, con la sensación de haber hecho lo que pude. Se sintió tan real como la vez que me electrocuté y me vi fuera por lo que para mí fue suficiente tiempo para darme cuenta de la irrelevancia de mi existencia.
jueves, 19 de octubre de 2017
Future's Flashbacks
It wasn't the longest or deeper or even the greatest relationship I've ever had, but she made me realize that I could still feeling like a teenager with 30 years.
She also triggered all the hesitation and anxiety of felling serious shit about someone you barely know. But I can't keep planes from crashing, as I can't keep myself from smashing my head against the wall.
I think this isn't pretty much about you, of course I've loved your eyes your lips and your smile instantly and loved the way we started to talk as we knew each other and loved from the first to the last kiss and the freckles of your face.
But I realized I was in love of the way you made me feel, I felt confident, listened and I wasn't pretending and it was the first time in few years I felt in that way but after a few days of feeling like in dope demand, after hesitation and anxiety I need to close the door of this non-pleasant place, at least until the cycle stars again.
domingo, 11 de septiembre de 2016
Mist
Ninguno de los rumbos a tomar tiene algún tipo de certeza, son auspiciosos pero llenos de zonas grises que me hacen dudar todo el tiempo.
Sí, extraño a mi familia y a mis amigos, quizás en un dialogo directo con ellos seria todo mas fácil. Por lo pronto voy a tirar la moneda un numero impar de veces y dejar todo librado al azar, siguiendo y haciendo lo que mejor se hacer que es no hacerme cargo de mis decisiones
5/9/16
Decidí quedarme, o no me anime a irme. Cualquiera de la dos maneras de verlo es valida.
Necesito cambiar de actitud y entrar en modo supervivencia, hacer cosas que no haría en Buenos Aires, Reinventarme y reforzar mis debilidades, como trabaja de algo que nunca hice o no hubiera hecho en Buenos Aires, ya que para eso estoy acá, para cambiar el paradigma y ver las cosas de otro lugar.
Hoy estuve una hora en un curso de aleman para extranjeros/refugiados y sentí que algo cambio al hablar con gente que hace esto porque es esto o nada, porque ya no tienen lugar al que volver, y me sentí un poco extraño por quejarme por esto cuando en realidad yo lo elegí, no me obligo nadie ni me desplazo ninguna guerra
martes, 27 de septiembre de 2011
Simple Math
Hunter eyes
I'm lost and hardly noticed, slight goodbye
I want to rip your lips off in my mouth
And even in my greatest moment doubt
The line between deceit and right now
Simple math, it's how our bodies even got here
Sinful math, the ebb and flow to multiply
What if I was wrong and no one cared to mention
What if it was true and all we thought was right was wrong?
Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned
Either way...
I imply to mitigate the guilt, we could align
A perfectly constructed alibi
To hush the violent guilt that eats and never dies
In actual blame, they call me once the dark divides
Simple math, it's why our bodies even lay here
Sinful math, the truth cannot be fashioned
What if you were crazy, would we have to listen then?
What if we've been trying to get to where we’ve always been?
What if I was wrong, and started trying to fix it?
What if you believed me? Everything is brilliant
Oh, oh, oh
What if I’ve been trying to get to where I’ve always been?
What if we’ve been trying to get to where we’ve always been?
Simple math, believe me, all is brilliant
What if we've been trying to kill the noise and silence?
What if I was wrong and you had never questioned it?
What if it was true, that all we thought was right, was wrong?
Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned
I imply I've got to get it back then
Oh, oh, oh
viernes, 29 de julio de 2011
We build this house with our hands...
Que si todo lo que creia que estaba bien estaba mal...si acompañas eso con una musica melancolica y contundente vas a tener algo que te va a hacer temblar todo...
Hoy me puse a pensar en eso...que quizas la manera en que creiamos que haciamos las cosas bien estaban realmente malde que si es por eso que las cosas nos salen mal...me salen mal...
"No se se trata de que me protejas y me digas que esta todo bien, yo necesito que me lastimes y poder superarlo pero vos no estas dispuesto a hacer eso y por eso te amo"
Esa frase me la dijo una persona con un acido humor britanico y una forma britanica de querer... mal que mal esas cosas te dejan medio pelotudo sin saber que contestar ni siquiera podes asimilar si eso era bueno o malo...
Noche de cosas que te persiguen...cosas que no te dejan dormir
lunes, 28 de febrero de 2011
Numbers - Sky eats airplane
You’re all wrong
I’ve got enough
Cheap love to cash out on
Come one, come all
Its gonna be your last chance to see
The ship is sinking
Slowly
And I have given up on every dream
And every ounce of hope
Everything you touch
You somehow find a way to break
Under the veil of love
You set ablaze everything in your way
Torch a broken home
And bury yourself beneath the smoke
Leave her enough rope
And she can escape while there’s still hope
Come one, come all
Who wants to be another victim of my insecurities?
Come on,
I’ll take everything you’ve ever loved
And leave you broken on the floor
Try
To follow my scent
I’ll kill again
You don’t have enough time left
Should I make you beg for your last breath
Everything you touch
You somehow find a way to break
Under the veil of love
You set ablaze everything in your way
Tell me
Who wants to be another victim of my insecurity?
It’s time
You better get in line
We all have our secrets that we should keep
The air whispers in my ear what deeds you’ve done
I’m back again
I’m gonna be the last one left standing
I wanna be for everything that your not
I ‘m back again
This is where your path comes to an end
I wanna be for everything that your not
That your not
Everything
That your not
domingo, 26 de septiembre de 2010
IRA
martes, 7 de septiembre de 2010
Killer Queen
jueves, 19 de agosto de 2010
¿Sos como yo o soy como vos?
miércoles, 23 de junio de 2010
because if seeing is believing, then believe that we`ve lost our eyes
seguro estas harto de escuchar que no te quiero decepsionar pero no puedo evitar hacer todo mal.como si algo en mi cabeza me dijera vas bien pero ya esta.
quise cambiar mi vida pero ya fue, quise ser útil pero nunca trate, quise olvidarte pero estas mas presente que ayer y quise dejar de mentir... otra vez.
no soy la persona que quisiste, querés o podrás querer, soy un pibe desarmándose en una hoja de papel que siente que se muere porque sintió que lo mataron una vez que a la noche tiene pesadillas con gente que lo mata lo golpea y lo encierra, que aveces sueña con la persona de la que esta enamorado, con viejos amores, y amigos que no están, un pibe que se esconde atrás de una batería para mostrar lo que le pasa pero la gente todavía no entiende el idioma tupatutupa.
a veces me pregunto ¿cómo es allá? ¿que se siente estar y no estar? pero por algo nunca me contestas, no debe estar tan bueno por eso me venís a visitar. me dijiste "sos buen pibe, pero elegís mal", como sabia como iba a terminar, empezá a hacerte cargo de lo que haces sin pensar y si lo pensás sostenelo hasta el final... sabias palabras que me dijo mi abuelo en un vamos a decir sueño para no asustar a nadie.
en fin hago esto para decirle a gente como ella que me encanta, gente como yo que apesta, a vos quería decirte que soné con vos, a vos que te extrañaría si no me hubieras decepsionado, a vos que me gustaría no haber arruinado las cosas, a vos que me haces bien que tengo ganas de verte y a vos te digo que te extraño
viernes, 4 de junio de 2010
Is there life on mars?
De todas las caras que vi hubo un par que no reconoci, un señor, una señora dos chicos una nena y un nene y una mujer... una tormenta electrica en el cerebro diras puede ser no te lo niego pero porque? puede el cerebro hacerme estas bromas le caere mal? habra algo que me quiere mostrar o son cosas que no existen?
en fin para desgracia de algunos alegria de otros poco y para el ni de muchos sigo aca para decirles a todos que se vayan bien a cagar!
lunes, 21 de diciembre de 2009
Kseniya Simonova (nacida en 1985 como Ксения Симонова) es una artista en animación en arena en Ucrania. Comenzó a dibujar en arena tras el colapso de su negocio como consecuencia de la crisis de crédito y menos de un año más tarde participó en el concurso Ukraine's Got Talent. Resulto ganadora del concurso en 2009, construyendo una animación acerca de la vida en la Unión Soviética durante la Gran Guerra Patriótica contra el Tercer Reich en la Segunda Guerra Mundial.
miércoles, 25 de noviembre de 2009
David Bowie-Look back in anger
David Bowie-Look back in anger
"You know who I am," he said
The speaker was an angel
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings
Closed his eyes and moved his lips
"It's time we should be going"
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, see it in my eyes
Till you come
No one seemed to hear him
So he leafed through a magazine
And, yawning, rubbed the sleep away
Very sane he seemed to me
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, feel it in my voice
Till you come
(Waiting so long, ahhh...)
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
(Waiting so long, ahhh...)
martes, 15 de septiembre de 2009
David Bowie - Five Years
vision apocaliptica del futuro como esta no hay
"Five Years"
Pushing thru the market
square
so many mothers sighing
News had just come over,
we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us
earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse
it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got
martes, 4 de agosto de 2009
Radiohead 2 + 2 = 5 live at glastonbury 2003
"2 + 2 = 5"
Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now
Because you're not there
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
yeah I feel it, I needed attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Yeah I need it, I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
Yeah I love it, the attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Soon oh
I try to sing along
But the music's all wrong
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
I'll swallow up flies?
Back and hide
But I'm not
Oh hail to the thief
Oh hail to the thief
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
Don't question my authority or put me in the box
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
Oh go up to the king, and the sky is falling in
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not
martes, 14 de julio de 2009
I`m Happy Hope You`re HAppy too
Ashes To Ashes lyrics
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Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song
I've heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
They got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed to love
Sordid details following"
The shrieking of nothing is killing
Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I'm stuck with a valuable friend
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too"
One flash of light but no smoking pistol
I never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
My mother said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
viernes, 12 de junio de 2009
Seu Jorge Geo Sessions by National Geographic
jueves, 11 de junio de 2009
Sigur ros-Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur
Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur
Á silfur-á
Lýsir allan heiminn og augun blá
Skera stjörnuhiminn
Ég óska mér og loka nú augunum
Já gerðu það, nú rætist saga
Ó nei
Á stjörnuhraða
Inni í hjarta springur, flugvélarbrak
Oní jörðu syngur
Ég óska mér og loka nú augunum
Já gerðu það, lágfara dans
Allt gleymist í smásmá stund og rætist samt
Opna augun
Ó nei
Minn besti vinur hverju sem dynur
Ég kyngi tári og anda hári
Illum látum, í faðmi grátum
Þegar að við hittumst
Þegar að við kyssumst
Varirnar brenndu, höldumst í hendur
Ég sé þig vakinn
Ég sé þig nakinn
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
Alltaf þið vaða, við hlaupum hraðar
Allt verður smærra
Ég öskra hærra
Er er við aða, í burtu fara
Minn besti vinur hverju sem dynur
Illum látum, í faðmi grátum
Ég kyngi tári og anda hári
Þegar að við hittumst
Þegar að við kyssumst
Varirnar brenndu, höldumst í hendur
Ég sé þig vakinn
Ég sé þig nakinn
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
y ahora en ingles
Inside me a lunatic sings
On a silver river
You illuminate the whole world and blue eyes
Cut the starry sky
I make a wish and close my eyes
Yes do that, now begins the story
Oh no
At lightspeed
Inside a heart explodes, an airplane crash
Down on the earth sings
I make a wish and close my eyes
Yes do that, a silly dance
All is forgotten in very little time and yet begins
Open eyes
Oh no
My best friend no matter whatever happens
I swallow tears and breathe hair
A bad break, we cry in each other arms
When we meet
When we kiss
The lips burning, we hold hands
I see you wake
I see you naked
Inside me a lunatic sings
Always rushing, we run quickly
Everything becomes smaller
I scream louder
I'm with a shell, going away
My best friend no matter whatever happens
A bad break, we cry in each others arms
I swallow tears and breathe hair
When we meet
When we kiss
The lips burning, we hold hands
I see you wake
I see you naked
Inside me a lunatic sings
miércoles, 27 de mayo de 2009
Twenty Fucking Two
Mi amigo Martín exactamente a las 24:00:15 me dijo "Feliz cumpleaños wachooo" lo cual le agradezco mucho el gesto ya que hasta ahora es el único que me saludo... lógico teniendo en cuenta que son las tres de la mañana pero que hago a las tres de la mañana escribiendo esto?
después de hartarme de hacer tests en el facebook, leer post en taringa del calibre de "los autos mas caros del mundo chocados [Increíble]" y que el facebook me diga no hay personas disponibles para chatear me di cuenta y dije acá algo esta fallando donde esta esa gente que se trasnocha y que suele estar cuando uno necesita filosofar?
durmiendo? si están durmiendo.
Porque?
por que seguramente durante el día hicieron algo mas interesante que lo que hiciste vos.
Bueno viéndolo así las cosas cierran.
jueves, 30 de abril de 2009
The life aquatic studio sessions
Changes-Seu jorge
Lady Stardust-Seu Jorge
Rebel Rebel-Seu Jorge
lunes, 23 de marzo de 2009
Life on Mars?-David bowie
Life on mars?
It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair,
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go,
But her friend is no where to be seen.
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen,
But the film is sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more.
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow.
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again.
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads.
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more.
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?
sábado, 21 de marzo de 2009
viernes, 20 de marzo de 2009
miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2009
Maybe I Dreamed all this
Don`t Fuck With me
you and me drinking in a bar
remembering all the good times
forgetting every sad times
what this supose to be
then you said thoose fucking word
i`ll never love somebody in the world
as i loved you my love
but tonight i shure that i will never love you
like i did it before
that was the sing to take knife
poniard you in your troath and your chest
and let your heart die
that heart that in a time loved me
more than anybody in this fucking world
i`ll never love somebody in the world
as i loved you my love
but tonight i`m shure that i will never love you
like i did it before
you see my love
worst things are made for love
but tonight i`m shure
that i will allways be your love.
i`ll never love somebody in the world
as i loved you my love
but tonight i`m shure that i will never love you
like i did it before.