miércoles, 23 de enero de 2008

Animal Collective - Fireworks


Now it's day and I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue.
I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm.
Attractive day in the rubble of the night from before.
I can't walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores.
It's the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light.
Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite.
"What's the day?" "What are you doing?"
"How's Your Mood?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone.
I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired.
It's family beaches that I desire.
A sacred night, where we'll watch the fireworks.
The frightened babies poo.
They've got two flashing eyes and they're colored why.
They make me feel that I'm only all I see sometimes.

I was eating with a good friend who said
"A Genii made me out of the earth's skin"
but in spite of her she is my birth kin,
she spits me out in her surly blood rivers.
All the people life lurking in
dominions of a hot Turk dish.
If elephants are reaching for our purses,
then meet me after the world with the shivers.

"What's the day?" "What are you doing?"
"How's your food?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me
it's behind me now it's gone.
I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired,
it's family beaches that I desire.
That sacred night where we watched the fireworks.
They frightened the babies and you know
they've got two flashing eyes and
if they are color blind, they make me feel,
that you're only what I see sometimes.

martes, 22 de enero de 2008

Fiona Apple - Slow Like Honey


You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldnt quite discern me

Does that scare you? Ill let you run away
But your heart will not oblige you
Youll remember me like a melody
Yeah, Ill haunt the world inside you

And my big secret - gonna win you over
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

Ill let you see me, Ill covet your regard
Ill invade your demeanor
And youll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
And youll wonder what it is about me

Its my big secret - keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart

So I stretch myself across, like a bridge
And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting
Trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory

But my big secret
Gonna hover over your life
Gonna keep you reaching
When Im gone like yesterday
When Im high like heaven
When Im strong like music
cuz Im slow like honey, and
Heavy with mood

miércoles, 16 de enero de 2008

COMO SER UN GRAN ESCRITOR

CHARLES BUKOWSKI





tienes que cojerte a muchas mujeres
bellas mujeres,
y escribir unos pocos poemas de amor decentes
y no te preocupes por la edad
y los nuevos talentos.
Sólo toma más cerveza, más y más cerveza.
Anda al hipódromo por lo menos una vez
a la semana
y gana
si es posible.
aprender a ganar es difícil,
cualquier pendejo puede ser un buen perdedor.
y no olvides tu Brahms,
tu Bach y tu
cerveza.
no te exijas.
duerme hasta el mediodía.
evita las tarjetas de crédito
o pagar cualquier cosa en término.
acuérdate de que no hay un pedazo de culo
en este mundo que valga más de 50 dólares
(en 1977).
y si tienes capacidad de amar
ámate a ti mismo primero
pero siempre sé consciente de la posibilidad de
la total derrota
ya sea por buenas o malas razones.
un sabor temprano de la muerte no es necesariamente
una mala cosa.
quédate afuera de las iglesias y los bares y los museos
y como las arañas, sé
paciente,
el tiempo es la cruz de todos.
más
el exilio
la derrota
la traición
toda esa basura.
quédate con la cerveza,
la cerveza es continua sangre.
una amante continua.
agarra una buena máquina de escribir
y mientras los pasos van y vienen
más allá de tu ventana
dale duro a esa cosa,
dale duro.
haz de eso una pelea de peso pesado.
haz como el toro en la primer embestida.
y recuerda a los perros viejos,
que pelearon tan bien:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoievski, Hamsun.
si crees que no se volvieron locos en habitaciones minúsculas
como te está pasando a ti ahora,
sin mujeres
sin comida
sin esperanza...
entonces no estás listo
toma más cerveza.
hay tiempo.
y si no hay,
está bien
igual.

martes, 15 de enero de 2008

Año Nuevo

Nunca vengo por aqui, de alguna manera siento que este año va a ser distinto,
redactare en este blog un poco de todo lo que me gusta, Literatura, Musica, Pintura, Grabado, Dibujo Cientifico, Astronomia, Politica, Activismo,tambien escribire un poco de mis poemas y filosofia. Feliz año a todos