Still crazy after all these years...

- ¿Queres hablarme? - Me dijo después de dar por finalizada la sesión...
Yo la miré sin decir palabra...
- Ah! yo pensé que me querías decir algo...
- no, la verdad...

Muy torpes las dos... parecía una primera cita...

- Gracias Elsa, hasta el miércoles...

Alvy Singer: Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don't you think I do?

Un gran lunar de frío. No hay nada que pensar.

Como contemplando la caida, en puntas de pie al borde del barranco. De pronto el error, resbalo, corte de la respiración. Y es cuando siento que mi pecho no puede albergar emociones tan fuertes.
Y no hay nada más que eso. La certeza y todo lo demás.

I can kill myself without making a sound!

Suzanne

Leonard Cohen

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can spend the night beside her

And you know that shes half crazy

But thats why you want to be there

And she feeds you tea and oranges

That come all the way from china

And just when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her

Then she gets you on her wavelength

And she lets the river answer

That youve always been her lover

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For youve touched her perfect body with your mind.



And jesus was a sailor

When he walked upon the water

And he spent a long time watching

From his lonely wooden tower

And when he knew for certain

Only drowning men could see him

He said all men will be sailors then

Until the sea shall free them

But he himself was broken

Long before the sky would open

Forsaken, almost human

He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him

And you want to travel blind

And you think maybe youll trust him

For hes touched your perfect body with his mind.



Now suzanne takes you hand

And she leads you to the river

She is wearing rags and feathers

From salvation army counters

And the sun pours down like honey

On our lady of the harbour

And she shows you where to look

Among the garbage and the flowers

There are heroes in the seaweed

There are children in the morning

They are leaning out for love

And they will lean that way forever

While suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that you can trust her

For she´s touched your perfect body with her mind.

Doce de se(p)tiembre

Inés table!!!

des abrigada - sobre alimentada - des articulada -
una y otra vez me creo el versito del oasis ¡pero qué pelotuda!
si hasta parezco un autito chocador dándomela contra el espejo!
una imagen grotesca y cotidiana... (y algo graciosa también, pero por lo insistente...)

Hoy mi analista y yo nos divertimos mucho! juegos de palabras impecables y espontáneos, recuerdos de brujas de la niñez rebajados con problemáticas actuales, sueños y charlas sobre el clima... Gracias Elsa por otra tarde genial!!

Otra vez sopa!

Se desintegra la piel - se desparrama todo el sentido - se desploma mi cuerpo - no hay forma - sin nombre - no se puede contenter el torrente de sustancia insignificante, por lo menos no ahora...

Cheers darlin'

Damien Rice

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover boy
Cheers darlin'
I got years to wait around for you
Cheers darlin'
I've got your wedding bells in my ear
Cheers darlin'
You gave me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

And I die when you mention his name
And I lied, I should have kissed you
When we were runnin' in the rain

What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover man
Cheers darlin'
I just hang around and eat from a can
Cheers darlin'
I got a ribbon of green on my guitar
Cheers darlin'
I got a beauty queen
To sit not very far from me

I die when he comes around
To take you home
I'm too shy I should have kissed you when we were alone

What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?

Oh what am I? What am I darlin'?
I got years to wait...

respiración -peso - nota - palabra - voz - aliento - presión


estalactita - mirador

a destiempo - hipotérmica - insulsa - cruda


"Ella tiene miedo de no saber nombrar lo que no existe"

La nada misma...

- Cada minuto que pasa... pasa...
- Y eso qué tiene que ver con nada?
- ...
- Ya veo que sólo hablas por hablar... Pensé que tenías intenciones.
- Yo también pensé...
- Bueno, entonces?
- Entonces qué?
- Qué poco interesante esto, che... me aburro...
- Claro, qué esperabas?
- Me parece que siempre espero algo pero... nada...