15 años.

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

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

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.

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"

Regresar ahi con vos....

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

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

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

The Genius Of The Crowd

There is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art



Charles Bukowski

I know nothing of tides
And i'm confused by the stars
But you can never get lost
When you've nowhere to go

And i've got space in my heart
For the next twenty years
So don't think there's a rush
Just come on over sometime...

From Hannah and her sisters:
" What if there's no God, and you only go around once and that's it? Well, you know, don't you want to be part of the experience? You know, what the hell, it's not all a drag. And I'm thinking to myself, geez, I should stop ruining my life...searching for answers I'm never gonna get, and just enjoy it while it lasts. And...you know... after, who knows? I mean, you know, maybe there is something. Nobody really knows. I know, I know "maybe" is a very slim reed to hang your whole life on, but that's the best we have."

Woody Allen .

I've been thinking I'd like to see your eyes
open up real wide the minute that you see me.
If you don't come through, I wouldn't wait for you.
I understand that everyone goes disappearing,
into the greatest grey
that covers over everyday,
and hovers in the distance and the distance and the distance...

Quote Captain Badass ....

"I am setting your heart on fire
so when you leave me
I will burn on in your soul"

so a hot pulse is alright
a quick pulse is alright
a hot kiss is alright
a long kiss is alright
a long night is alright
and all night is alright .

Love and Death

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness — I hope you're getting this down.

Un amor perro no se controla
El amor explota.

Friendship

Fortunate are those who have drunk from its chalice without having their souls offended or poisoned. If one such person exists, I urge them to send me their photograph. I'm sure to look upon the face of an idiot.

Love

Deception of the flesh and damage to the spirit. Disease of the soul, atrophy of the brain, weakening of the heart, corruption of the senses, poetic lies from which one gets ferociously inebriated two or three times a day in order to consume this precious but stupid life more quickly. And yet I would prefer to die of love. It's the only swindler, after Judas, that can kill with a kiss.

The Power of Goodbye

No hay que subestimar el poder de decir adiós .







Freedom comes when you learn to let go
Creation comes when you learn to say no

I got a bad desire

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
Im on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
Im on fire

Sometimes its like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire

"This is symptomatic of you and me : I have jars full of your breath
I have shelves of your words but you have nothing of me but a space where I would be"