Ice cream with best friends, rivers, city buskers, traffic lights, long stairs, old churches, smiles, faces, crossing streets, icy cold white wine, balconies, neighbors, jeans, tank tops, waving hello ...all these do not exist in my life.
But Dalida does and so does Gigi and all the notes and ups and downs and riffs and acoustics.
Chante chante!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
another name
You're so beautiful
Will you dance with me?
My favorite song is only three minutes long
Will you dance with me?
Will you help me make it mine?
Let's dance together
I promise, only 3 minutes
We won't be all alone
You & me & the music
That's a big crowd
Will you dance with me?
Take me back to the happy days
The past that made sense
The past that I lost
The past that I bargained for the future.
Dance with me to my favorite song
Forget your dot com life and your dot com girlfriend
Dance with do re mi me
Dance with cha cha me
Dance with me.
I don't need him all the time
Today I am alone. I like the feeling. I am listening to music now, Kid Francescoli, and every musical note makes sense to me. I give it all I have. I have to fix my room, but can't find the energy or the conviction to do it. It's not entertaining. Tonight I'm going to a party with a colleague. Not really looking forward to it, but beats lying in a death pose in front of the TV and going through the 18 channels that I have trying to find a decent movie to watch. Sean is holding that party. I don't know who Sean is. I think he's the redhead whose office is beside Kelly's, but I'm not sure. I've been at this job for 2 months, I still have not memorized all the names to all the faces. I remember the foreign names only, but anyway...
My supervisor is out of town, won't be back before another week. I like it better when he's at the office. I work more conscientiously when he's around. I'm a lazy ass, right? That is what you're thinking, I know. But I am not.
This is my distraction: www.deezer.com: MUSIC
I am an old-fashioned groupie.
My supervisor is out of town, won't be back before another week. I like it better when he's at the office. I work more conscientiously when he's around. I'm a lazy ass, right? That is what you're thinking, I know. But I am not.
This is my distraction: www.deezer.com: MUSIC
I am an old-fashioned groupie.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
maschera antigas
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust
"Don't think that because you haven't heard from me for a while that I went to sleep. I am still here, like a spirit roaming the night. Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest."
Spike Lee
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
'Walk the Hard'
I have been away for quite some time now, and now that I am here, I would like to make a difference. I don't want to ramble, just share a few experiences.
Readjusting was the hardest part. Finding my way into this world all over again. It took me a whole week to finally wake up from an 8-hour sleep and not feel sleepy. It took me a whole week to realize that the trains kept going. There were only signs of life saying 'this way'. And I asked myself, what if I got there anyway?
Back to the main hole.
The city is the same; people are still driving their cars as if they're driving animal vehicles, women are still faceless, nameless and 'roleless', the men are still big inflated punch bags, you know, colossal football balls.
The city smells of stagnation, social stagnation. The trees sway with the wind, but it's like they don't want to. The only stable things with a function, value and self-respect are the traffic lights. I'm in love with traffic lights. They know when to stop, when to change, they give you their word and they stick to it. They know how to follow rules; everyday they do the same thing, probably at the same time too. They never let us down. They never cheat on us.
Wow. Traffic lights. They're more important and valuable than their makers. And they stand tall and straight. They survive all seasons (no matter how extreme) and they don't hide away in artificially modified rooms and pretend that someone is missing them.
I'm so behind on life.
That is why I'm here, drifting.
So that I can catch up with the basics. You know, the abscissa, lexicon, -iolgies.
Readjusting was the hardest part. Finding my way into this world all over again. It took me a whole week to finally wake up from an 8-hour sleep and not feel sleepy. It took me a whole week to realize that the trains kept going. There were only signs of life saying 'this way'. And I asked myself, what if I got there anyway?
Back to the main hole.
The city is the same; people are still driving their cars as if they're driving animal vehicles, women are still faceless, nameless and 'roleless', the men are still big inflated punch bags, you know, colossal football balls.
The city smells of stagnation, social stagnation. The trees sway with the wind, but it's like they don't want to. The only stable things with a function, value and self-respect are the traffic lights. I'm in love with traffic lights. They know when to stop, when to change, they give you their word and they stick to it. They know how to follow rules; everyday they do the same thing, probably at the same time too. They never let us down. They never cheat on us.
Wow. Traffic lights. They're more important and valuable than their makers. And they stand tall and straight. They survive all seasons (no matter how extreme) and they don't hide away in artificially modified rooms and pretend that someone is missing them.
I'm so behind on life.
That is why I'm here, drifting.
So that I can catch up with the basics. You know, the abscissa, lexicon, -iolgies.
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