domingo, 24 de enero de 2010

15 años.

Cinco mil cuatrocientas setenta y cinco tardes después todavía me aferro a ese último recuerdo.




lunes, 3 de agosto de 2009

Inconsistency is my very essence


It's my belief that history is a wheel. "Inconsistency is my very essence" -says the wheel- "Rise up on my spokes if you like, but don't complain when you are cast back down into the depths. Good times pass away, but then so do the bad. Mutability is our tragedy, but it is also our hope. The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away".



From 24 Hour Party People

viernes, 24 de julio de 2009

I want my blueberry nights ...


"A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer and was over by the following spring. In between, there were as many unhappy nights as there were happy days. Most of them took place in this café. And then one night, a door slammed and the dream was over."


True story.

martes, 30 de junio de 2009

Time and time again.



"
I wanted to see you walking backwards
To get the sensation of you coming home.
I wanted to see you walking away from me
Without the sensation of you leaving me alone"



viernes, 12 de junio de 2009

Regresar ahi con vos....

Todos los días en cada recuerdo en potencia que me robaron. Te extraño por siempre.








martes, 21 de abril de 2009

Extraordinary Machine


I still only travel by foot and by foot it's a slow climb
but I`m good at being uncomfortable so I can't stop changing all the time

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it the road just rolls out behind me

Be kind to me or treat me mean
I make the most of it I'm an extraordinary machine

domingo, 1 de marzo de 2009

PIU AVANTI!

No te des por vencido, ni aun vencido,
No te sientas esclavo, ni aun esclavo;
Trémulo de pavor, piénsate bravo,
Y arremete feroz, ya mal herido.

Ten el tesón del clavo enmohecido,
Que ya viejo y ruin vuelve a ser clavo;
No la cobarde intrepidez del pavo
Que amaina su plumaje al primer ruido.

Procede como Dios que nunca llora,
O como Lucifer, que nunca reza,
O como el robledal, cuya grandeza
Necesita del agua y no la implora.

¡Que muerda y vocifere vengadora,
Ya rodando en el polvo tu cabeza!

ALMAFUERTE