25.4.06

Hail Earendel!!!

"Éala Earendel engla beorhtast
Ofer Middangeard monnum sended"

"¡Ave! Earendel, el más brillante de los ángeles,
Sobre esta Tierra Media a los hombres enviado"

El anterior es un fragmento de un poema que me atrevo a decir es de los mejores que he leído... Fue escrito por Cynewulf, un poeta Anglosajón que vivió hace harto tiempo, él escribió sus poemas en una forma muy antigua de inglés mezclada con caracteres rúnicos... Mi punto está centrado en la belleza de la forma con la que fue escrito el poema, en especial este fragmento que con el sólo hecho de leerlo o intentar hacerlo y entendiendo lo qué significa en su todo, da entrada a un lugar lleno de posibilidades de creación de cualquier tipo, el fragmento excita la imaginación y esta nos permite conocer a la fantasía, y esta a su vez despierta a la mente y a los sentidos en la construcción de imágenes completamente definidas... Creo que sólo estoy moviendo los dedos escribiendo lo que estoy pensando, perdón... Talvez lo mismo le pasó a J. R. R. Tolkien cuando lo leyó en su juventud, no me quiero comparar con él ni nada de eso, sólo digo que si en mí despertó todo un viaje, qué no habrá hecho en la mente de Ronald Tolkien cuando lo miró y lo pronunció y se dio cuenta de su genialidad y sirvió como cimiento para la preparación de la historia sobre la Tierra Media que todos conocemos, o por lo menos los que leemos un poco...

16.4.06

A Beauty That Never Fades

See a glimpse inside the pool, it's hollow,
Come to know a time when he will haunt you...
Snapping at my heals made me live,
Someone take me back to the angel realm, today...

Each step I take the shadows grow longer,
Padded footfalls in the dark I wander...
Come to steal your lifeblood away,
Looking for a beauty that never fades...

Me gusta harto esta canción... Es de Junkie XL + Saffron... La canción es sencilla pero efectiva... Me viajo bien bien bien suave con ella... Ayuda a relajar tú cuerpo después de un día largo largo, y te hace imaginar parajes lejanos y futuristas con cielos azúl neon y purpuras con grandes contrastes de verdes y blancos... Y por qué no, con un poco de destrucción... Mujeres con WhitePlasticSuits al estilo de "All is full of love" y con armas muy muy poderosas destruyendo ciudades... Y volando... En el futuro... Volando... Si... Creo que me quedare con estas imágenes intentando dormir...

15.4.06

Chapter Uno / In my wicked life

No se me ocurrió otro título. Escribí esto un día que ví a una chica que me gusto, en un camión. Una "Pelona" (entiéndase mujer con cabello muy cortito, no "Pelona" como Homero). Las pelonas me apendejan más de lo que ya estoy. Se los pongo tal cual lo escribí ese día, son líneas vagas y sin mucho sentido que digamos...


- Am i wrong or am i right with the way i do the things i do?
- OK conscience, that's a fuckin' stupid question, i will erase it permanently from my mind later, but besides, i can´t get it out from it. Everything i think is linked to that freaking thought and all around it. It's crap, just crap, just a fuckin' piece of filthy crap like all inside my head.
- Nor the best philosopher could trace a map linking all these stupid thoughts of mine to make a reunion of ideas.
- Sighs.
- This day had a different curious thing that marked me.

*\:Dear Cuadernito:
This day was different. This day i saw that girl, that short haired little gorgeous girl. She was different from the others. She stared at me with her cold eyes and then she smiled at me. It was really weird 'cause i did not expect it. She must had notice the expression in my face. But most strange is the stuff i am thinking two hours later of the encounter... Hahaha, you imbecile bastard.

12.4.06

I think my friend said

Last April 6Th i realize a bunch of things out... Personal things, i mean... I think i am a fathom or fate believer since that day, or something like that... In the day evening i heard to an amigo talk in a bar about his thoughts and his shit, that at the very end was mutual shit... I felt such an emphaty listening there things i feel and i think about almost all... It was strange... It seemed like he needed to talk and i needed to hear... Communication was a necessity in this case... It was fun... In his birthday... And... Bujuju... Alcohol was there and cigarettes... And all those fuckin' not mine vices...

He is just a man, i thought at the end... A freeman, we are both freemen... He was trembling und rumbling... But he is just a man, like me, i thought... There was lacrimas and all, yes, some tears for the remembrance... A fucking pity i am machine unable to cry... Damn! i miss to cry... Besides, the experience was richful to me... We are all the time thinking about ourselves, guessing about things we are not sure about... But the fact is we are not alone in this huge huge earth... Out there still are good people made of meat and feelings, and thoughts... Thoughts that we think are of our own, but certainly, they are not... We share'em with a bunch of people out there without know it... That mades you realise the magnificent of creation and the little size of this good land... Or maybe we are not as originals as we think we are... My point is, we think we are all alone, but there is always somebody to rely on, somebody to deposit our confidence sense and our hopes about future... At the end we are not alone... We are horrorshow... We shut the door... And is always somebody there behind...

I know i am cursi, but not pretentious... And yes, i am quite stupid... Feel free to put your crap into a comment below... Write cal, yes cal... Deposit your assmeats below, please I beg you... Jajaja, si nadie conoce mi blog... Duh!, you the stupidest...

4.4.06

The Organ.Brother + Love, love, love

Listening to the bzz bzz box... Loading The Organ songs... Ahora estas chamacas que me han dejado boquiabierto. Listen well. They are great. Listen well... Oh my friend.

Brother
here we go
they’re back again
look alive , warn your friends
we are warm and we are safe
enjoy it while you can before
things change
we have got to take cover,
brother
we have got to take cover,
brother
lie down in a field if you can
look at the night sky
oh, where does it end?
sometimes it hurts when you
care about me
but it’s going to hurt more when
they take you away from me
we have go to take cover, brother
we have got to take cover, brother
here we go again
oh midnight knocks!
oh explosions!
maybe it’s all made up in our heads
this happens to me when i’m bored
or depressed
here is the best part of the song
where i admit that i might be wrong
because if they are good and if
they are right
then they’ll have their rapture one
of these nights
but if they are wrong...

Love, love, love
see the people sitting over there
i want to kiss and touch them everywhere
oh no, not because i really care
oh god, no , no, i wouldn’t dare
love, love
i’d really like a small part of it
oh love
i cant believe the word love
he’s had love in damp alleys
in city hall, in city libraries
we smoked it underneath the playground
slide
why did i try ?
oh love
we cry so very much about it
oh love
obsessing in the night about it
oh love
i’d really like a small part of it
oh love, love , love
okay , that’s enough of that
okay, okay now that’s enough of that
i’m getting very tired of the facts
i’m getting very tired of the fact that
i must be right
oh, it must be right
that’s why i,m cold and alone again
that’s why i’m all on my own again
that’s why i’m throwing things around my
home again
that’s why
i’m looking for love

Suenan bien, espero oir algo nuevo de ellas pronto...
Si les interesa piquenle aquí mero... The Organ

3.4.06

Broadcast.Papercuts

Listening to the bzz bzz box... Charging Song...
Love this song...


Broadcast - Papercuts

You can't pretend cause I can see
You're not the boy you used to be
Trust me with a secret you can't keep

I watch your eyes they shift with doubt
So every night when stars come out
I try to read your personality

The writing for pleasure you wouldn't let me read
The things you miss out when you try to mislead
You said you wrote a page about me
In your diary

Your heart a place that noone sees
You can't disguise your own unease
Trust me with a secret you can't keep

The writing for pleasure you wouldn't let me read
The things you miss out when you try to mislead
You said you wrote a page about me
In your diary

Don't be so afraid
Theres bound to be a place
No matter who or where you are
You've got to be willing
You've got to be willing

The writing for pleasure you wouldn't let me read
The things you miss out when you try to mislead
You said you wrote a page about me
In your diary

Don't be so afraid
You're bound to make mistakes
No matter who or where you are
You've got to be willing

Don't be so afraid
Theres bound to be a place
No matter who or where you are
You've got to be willing
You've got to be willing


1.4.06

Realize Realize, Don't you Realize?

Do you know who I really M?
I'M you and I'M she
I'M he and I'M we
I'M everyone
But I'M just one
And all the fear you must not have


Escrito con la mera influencia de Alan Moore y de su "V for Vendetta". Esta simple, pero no pude dormir hasta que lo escribí. Suele pasar, así se han escrito buenas historias.