jueves, 27 de septiembre de 2007

¡Amazonas!


Homenaje a las amazonas: "planta carnívora", "Liana candente", "Gruñido de Eyrá", "fruto prohibido"... Que las quiero muchísimo!
Lo acepto, momento mamón..., pero siento que era necesario. Pues la primavera aparte de embobar a los enamorados, produce efectos paralelos con las amistades...adoro eso, adoro sentir que soy capaz de querer, de ser entendida, de apoyar; es más que cooperación, es ponerte en el lugar del otro y valorarlo por ello.
Las quiero mucho, lejos han sido lo mejor que me ha pasado en la U...bueno aparte de los super logros académicos...ajajaj claro! No dare el jugo del disco, ni promocionaré nuestro Hit del momento "Indiecita Piluchita".... solo les diré que gracias por tolerarme en mis mejores y en mis peores momentos...

Yo?
En definitiva tengo que aprender a expresarme, como hoy me dijo el ayudante de América, debo estructurar mis respuestas en relación con mi razonamiento..., o es que yo misma me censuro?? Porque no me tengo la suficiente fe?
Quiero cojones, de decir lo que quiero, lo que pienso, lo que siento... sin temer las reacciones de personas que andan a la defensiva...
cosas de la vida

Cuidense

PD: mis amazonas las quiero.., cuando vienen todas a ver donde vivo?

miércoles, 26 de septiembre de 2007

What A Girl Wants?

Que queremos?
.....tantos problemas da la psiquis femenina, que las canciones y las películas abundan..., las mas emblemática claro "Lo que ellas quieren" ...
Cual será el maldito culpable de tantos dolores de cabeza que aquejan a ambos sexos? las hormonas? o simplemente no sabemos que realmente queremos?
Yo por mi parte creo que al fin, después de tanto porrazos dolorosos lo estoy descubriendo..., y para ello el tema de la Aguilera será mi emblema, al que no le guste que se joda. Bueno y si en el más horrendo de los casos no puedo llegar a cantarlo, por alguna mala racha que de seguro me mereceré, me conformare con entonar con una voz de melancolía asquerosa es gran tema de Madonna el mas triste a mi gusto "Take a bow", que a pesar de que la letra no me llegará de ningún modo me hace llorar y eso para una mujer es el rito de iniciación de la ceremonia de un "olvido" que llegará tarde o temprano...

Espero que las moiras sean piadosas conmigo y no me esten preparando la cancion de la diva...o me lanzaré de un puente...

cuídense
yo haré lo propio...

lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2007

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get

- Morrissey

The more you ignore me
the closer i get
you're wasting your time
the more you ignore me
the closer i get
you're wasting your time
I will be
in the bar
with my head
on the bar
i am now
a central part
of your mind's lanscape
whether you care
or do not

Yeah, I've made up my mind
the more you ignore me
the closer i get
you're wasting your time
the more you ignore me
the closer i get
you're wasting your time

Beware !
I bear more grudges
than lonely high courty judges
when you sleep
I will creep
into your thoughts
like a bad debt
that you can't pay
take the easy way
and give in
yeah, and let me in

It's war.



''''''''''''''''' Digamos que no haré comentarios de la razón de ese tema'''''''''''''
''''''''''''digamos que trato con todas mis fuerzas de centrarme en la ultima chance... de verdad que lo intento..., pero acaso será mi puta naturaleza la que me impide concentrarme... Oh cariño trato, trato en cada momento de contener mis pensamientos de encaminarlos a donde deberían ir... Espero lograrlo... solo no quiero quedarme con el gusto de no haber agotado todos los recursos...
......Adoraría sentir tan cercanos esos sueños que una vez tuvimos...


Solo queda esperar... y ver el tiempo pasar...
No quiero dañar a nadie mas...


Cuídense!

domingo, 23 de septiembre de 2007

Erase/Rewind

Hey, what did you hear me say
you know the difference it makes
what did you hear me say

Yes, I said it's fine before
I don't think so no more
I said it's fine before
I've changed my mind
I take it back

Erase and rewind
'cause I've been changing my mind
I've changed my mind

So where did you see me go
it's not the right way, you know
where did you see me go
No, it's not that I don't know
I just don't want it to grow
It's not that I don't know
I've changed my mind
I take it back



.......Habra que hacerlo denuevo??? tanto borrones y cuenta nueva que colapso...ya no se que hay que formatear y que no...AAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!Feliz por la chance.... Pero sera suficiente??? u.u.u apestada de pensar tanto.....
PD: gracias a todos por el apoyo prestado... se lo devolvere..u.u
PD2: AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

viernes, 21 de septiembre de 2007

It's All Over But The Crying

Gran tema de Garbage...., a desgracia mia describe de alguna manera mi actual situaciòn..., es cierto que de algun modo yo provoque esto..., pero espero no arrepentirme de nada a largo plazo...
Otra canción que me llega al "hueso" es "No More I Love You's" de la Annie Lennox... si tengo mi lista "rajavenas" preparada..., y no es para menos hay mucho que superar..., maldita nostalgia que no me ataque por ahora que hay mucho que hacer en la U.....GRRR!!!!!!!!
"No more "I love you's"
The language is leaving me "

Necesito distraccion!...alguna idea??



PD: se aceptan opciones para agregar a la lista de infaltables de "amor asesinado", pero la unica condicion es que no sea cebolla spanish... a lo mas cerati o calamaro....

Cuidense!

jueves, 20 de septiembre de 2007

Algo es algo ¿no?

Cuando pense que lo que tenia claro era lo que precisamente me causaba problemas, descubro,en realidad siento milagrasomante, que la cosa no era tanto como yo pensaba... a pesar de que no es nada seguro...mucho depende de las impresiones que me lleve despues de ver ciertas cosas; tengo el presentimiento de que al fin creo que tengo algo claro... A pesar de que no sea lo que yo queria sentir...
Igual me conformo ... al parecer al fin estoy saliendo de este maldito limbo!
"Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind"
New ORder"!.....uffff OMG!

Averiguen que tema es.... como que yo ..uhmmmm mejor no decirlo...

Rostro de vos - Benedetti

Tengo una soledad
tan concurrida
tan llena de nostalgias
y de rostros de vos
de adioses hace tiempo
y besos bienvenidos
de primeras de cambio
y de último vagón

tengo una soledad
tan concurrida
que puedo organizarla
como una procesión
por colores
tamaños
y promesas
por época
por tacto
y por sabor

sin un temblor de más
me abrazo a tus ausencias
que asisten y me asisten
con mi rostro de vos

estoy lleno de sombras
de noches y deseos
de risas y de alguna
maldición

mis huéspedes concurren
concurren como sueños
con sus rencores nuevos
su falta de candor
yo les pongo una escoba
tras la puerta
porque quiero estar solo
con mi rostro de vos

pero el rostro de vos
mira a otra parte
con sus ojos de amor
que ya no aman

como víveres
que buscan a su hambre
miran y miran
y apagan mi jornada

las paredes se van
queda la noche
las nostalgias se van
no queda nada

ya mi rostro de vos
cierra los ojos

y es una soledad
tan desolada

domingo, 16 de septiembre de 2007

"Vale más actuar exponiéndose a arrepentirse de ello, que arrepentirse de no haber hecho nada."............Giovanni Boccaccio

Quizas Boccaccio tenga toda la razòn...,pero el evidente miedo a dejar la situacion estable que se alcanzò, hace florecer toda la cobardia que corre por mis venas... cuesta en demasìa pensar ligeramente como sería si todo cambiase, los reveses, las consecuencias... el sufrimeinto por sentir que me arracan una parte de mi ser... de mi juventud...
Quizas ni siquiera se a lo que realmente me refiero y me equivoco del todo a pensar que mi "luto interior" duraria milenios, a lo mejor certeramente este es el momento que mi alma a estado tratando de mostrarme todo el año...
Espero averiguarlo en el momento preciso y no arrepentirme despues de años..., ese tipo de arrepentimiento es al que le temo... ese es el que duele...y el que marca como hierro ardiente...

sábado, 15 de septiembre de 2007

al Son de la vida...

Only Skin - Joanna Newsom

And there was a booming above you
That night, black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales
Shelled snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry

You froze in your sand shoal
Prayed for your poor soul
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke

Then there was a silence you took to mean something:
Mean, run, sing
For alive you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
Has gone east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry

With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?
You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking

It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over
The firebreather is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather

But I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it here:
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me

While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
- frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Press on me: we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
You call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

Scrape your knee; it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins
When you cut my hair, and leave the birds the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women

And the shallow
Water
Stretches as far as I can see
Knee-deep, trudging along
A seagull weeps; "so long"

I'm humming a threshing song
Until the night is over
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn

I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
(and knowing how the common-folk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, being a woman)

But always up the mountainside you're clambering
Groping blindly, hungry for anything:
Picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh sisyphus?

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman!

Though we felt the spray of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide rose too far
We weren't afraid, cause we know what you are
And you know that we know what you are

Awful atoll
O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!
Bawl, bellow:
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow

Toddle and roll;
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore

Are you mine?
My heart?
Mine anymore?

Stay with me for awhile
That's an awfully real gun
I know life will lay you down
As the lightning has lately done

Failing this, failing this,
Follow me, my sweetest friend
To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there

Lay it down! Nice and slow!
There is nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream
At the sight of my baby, out back:
Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in
- while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped

Last week our picture window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And pant and labour over every intake

I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place
Said: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"

Then in my hot hand
She slumped her sick weight
We tramped through the poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate

The dogs were snapping
So you cuffed their collars
While I climbed the tree-house
Then how I hollered!
Cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two

Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew
(while, back in the world that moves, often
According to the hoarding of these clues
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch-down)

The cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;
We have everything
Life is thundering blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness

You stopped by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone:
See, I got gone when I got wise
But I can't with certainty say we survived

Then down, and down
And down, and down
And down, and deeper
Stoke without sound
The blameless flames
You endless sleeper

Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry stone

Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in the hole in the ground
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me!
Till up grow a fine young cherry tree

Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the west

But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!
Then i'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head
Come across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly, or I love no-one

Fire
Moves
Away

Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear,
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you