sábado, noviembre 17, 2007
Beautiful Tango


Beautiful Tango
No es el final... Simplemente es otra cosa.
photo.music.door is a girl volverá, esperen la cuarta temporada.
 
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martes, noviembre 06, 2007
Y Mientras Qué? (I Can't)

This is the philosophical question of the pain. One knows that everything will be solved sooner or later. That to the good ones or the bad ones, one will rise and follow ahead... But, what you do while? Where you place all the pain that you have and it does not let to you breathe, it does not let to you sleep, it does not let to you enjoy the company of the others, and finally, nor lets to you live, because this is not life. Already there was I spoken with Juli... and other two people. And I can't. Although it pretends that everything is fine, although all they say to me that I am taking it well (suffer well...), although does not cry (I don't do it because it does not want, but because there is something on the inside does not leave me), I have felt like in a small corner of a small quarter, covered by the absolute dark and with a cold one with death (that nothing has to do with the hail).

I am not alone. If something I know clearly he is that. From God, happening through the wonderful family that I have, many friends, to a lesser extent by their occupations, others in greater measurement by their love, have taken care of to me. But these things are not fixed with the company, I hope don't take offense. They say, all, that this will be fixed with time. And most of histories of the life they are fixed of that way. But, I return to my philosophical way: and while what? How to advance when you feel the pain as a weight that you must load, because you can't be freed of him. It meant that the company frees to me of the pain. Sometimes it works, but there are times, where people without wanting, which does is to open the wound and to remember to me that the things are.

I will not do anything on the matter. I talk about to that, I have decided to take way more difficult: to be Me. To deal with not doing case to him to the heart when it says that the pain is on the verge of exceeding to me, to fall to me, to brake me by the weight. When I don't listen to it, it is when I survive, but equal I can feel it. I will not do anything on the matter.... in where it hurts, single to continue throwing lemon and salt so that it cures fast. What yes I will do is in other areas. Still I must live. And to live well... by something not I put to survive, that is something that suddenly yes it wanted, but I am not so weak. Although my heart says I can't. For that reason, it is hour to keep silence in publish, and to return when char it in private. This it is his means, not mine.

Sección de Créditos
Este es, mis queridos amigos, el último post de esta tercera temporada. No voy a negar que he pensado en cerrar estas páginas, por diferentes motivos. Pero escribir es mi vida. Y sé que volveré a ellas. Veanlo como cuando su serie favorita de Sony o Fox, se va de temporada, y no se sabe si regrese... Uno sabe que sí, pero todo tiene su tiempo. Y como toda temporada, hay cambios... Fiona Screenwriter.
Entre Alejandro Sanz y Soda Stereo, me he mantenido viva. Especialmente Sanz... Cada una de sus palabras ha sido reconfortante para mi. De veras, el 8, aunque eso esté totiado de gente, se estará ahí.
Tú No Tienes Alma es la canción del momento. Y la frase es: 'esto no tiene solución'.
Se fue a Rock al Parque. Se vio a... en orden de lo que me gustó, pero aclarando que me gustó todo: Sidestepper, The Hall Effect, Los Bunkers, Aterciopelados, Superlitio y Morfonia. Redescubrí mi amor adolescente por Teto Ocampo, dándome cuenta que me encantaría poder buscarlo, y además, que uno es lo que es y que siempre le gustarán los mismos. Lo otro es que debí hacerle caso a uno de mis alumnos que me recomendó Los Bunkers y no los oi... También se tomaron fotos bonitas, y estuve con mi hermano... Fue bueno (pero jamás como el del 2004).
Cumple, cumple a Coffee y a Agustina.
Duele mucho. Tengo muchas vidas.
 
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jueves, noviembre 01, 2007
Tú No Tienes Alma

I do not know to lose.


Sección de Créditos
Por qué se siente tan mal ambiente? Es que por lo que puedo ver en los subtextos, como que realmente la gente la está pasando mal... O solo yo estoy tan podrida por dentro que no puedo ver más allá?
Alejandro Sanz es lo mejor, digan lo que digan. Te veo el 8.
Tú No Tienes Alma, es del Grandes Éxitos 91-04, dirigido por Jaume de Laiguana.
 
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