Memory

MemoryAll alone in the moonlightI can smile at the old daysI was beautiful thenI rememberThe time I knew what happiness wasLet the memory live again
Every street lampSeems to beat a fatalistic warningSomeone mutters at the street lamp guttersAnd soon it will be morning.

Memory

MemoryAll alone in the moonlightI can smile at the old daysI was beautiful thenI rememberThe time I knew what happiness wasLet the memory live again
Every street lampSeems to beat a fatalistic warningSomeone mutters at the street lamp guttersAnd soon it will be morning.

Bluebird

Current Obsession: Bukowski

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 hate are those who preach love

and the

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



ve love

eware the preachers

b

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not h
abeware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it


 they do not know

beware tho

beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of wha
tse who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone


beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average





not understa

seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitud
ending solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art


ete

and then they will hate you

and their ha

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 incomp
ltred will be perfect

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



their finest art

A long self note

Y vaya que he estado ocupado, viajes, demasiado trabajo (no me quejo) , pocas salidas, muchos dramas...pero para mi fortuna he estado bastante ocupado estos últimos meses.  Aunque muchas veces es extenuante , creo que ya por fin empiezo a agarrarle el ritmo al trabajo.

Ha sido divertido y también complicado, pero no me quejo para nada..a pesar de que no es mucho el tiempo he ido celebrando pequeños logros y victorias personales que me hacen sentir que poco a poco sigo adelante.

Creo que estos últimos meses, aunque cada vez tengo menos tiempo para "mi" realmente comienzo a disfrutar el trabajo por mas pesada que sea la semana o la jornada diaria.

Este proyecto es trabajo y escuela a la vez, al menos hasta el momento me sigue enseñando muchas cosas y creo que al día de hoy ha sido un buenísimo lugar para crecer.

Debo decir que estoy disfrutando mucho salir, aunque la mayoría de las veces tiene sus cosas y piedras en el camino para que todo fluya bien, puedo decir que es diferente que estar solamente en producción, en el foro o en la oficina todo el día.

Sin embargo también es siempre una responsabilidad que genera algo de stress y tensiones en el camino...el representar a un canal y cumplir con las expectativas de la gente con la que trabajas, de los que mandan y de el equipo que pone la confianza en ti y te espera de vuelta con algo muy bueno.

Lo último que puedo decir es que ha rendido frutos ser paciente y ahora si que darle tiempo al tiempo...

This is a LONG SELF NOTE

The heart of this natalies

I walk through Nathalie’s different ages. She probably hid behind this tree when she was six. As a teenager, she rejected the old games and roamed past the roses sulking. As a young woman she sat dreamily on this bench. Francois chased her and they loved each other. She found herself alone. He would never be there again. Her grandmother couldn’t do a thing to comfort her. By walking here, I trample on her grief. And this spot, at the heart of these Nathalies, is where I’m going to hide. 

La Delicatesse, 2011

First Listen : Los Momentos!

I Was A Fool

Then you blamed me and blocked me out
How long did you think I’d last?
Then you disappeared for weeks to pout
How many times could I pack?

But stand still is all I did
Love like ours is never fixed

Still I stuck around
I did behave
I saved you every time
I was a fool for love
I was a fool for love
I was a fool 

If you’re worried that I might've changed
Left behind all of my foolish ways
You best be looking for somebody else
Without a foolish heart, a foolish heart

But stand still is all we did
Love like ours is never fixed

Everything

Holding the puppet

Like many of us, we don't have any control when we start 

however, we control our choices where we end up.

"Stubborn Love"

                            I don't blame ya dear for running like you did, all these years

I would do the same, you best believe

The highway signs say we're close, but I don't read those things anymore

I never trusted my own eyes

When we were young oh oh, we did enough

When it got cold, ooh ooh we bundled up

I can't be told, ah ah, can't be done

So keep your head up, keep your love

Keep your head up, my love