That day of the autumn when you decided I had to leave you… That day when you made a decision for the both of us… Tha day of November when you felt the cold, when the wind slapped your face… that day when you saw her again… that day was my darkest day..
“I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.” — Hugo Cabret
Y te prometo que si te vuelvo a ver
Tan hundida trataré de hacer
Lo imposible por ponerte una sonrisa
Pero una vez más desaparecerás
Y aunque alguien se pueda extrañar
Yo sabré entender, Miss Carrusel
Sabré entender tus prisas.
N.V.
“Because relations are always ambiguous and I continually fail to communicate;
Because I continue to blame myself even when I’m not to blame;
Because each failing has made me more remote from myself, from my babies and from you;
For all these reasons and many more still unknown,
I must listen, I must look around more than ever, I must leave”
“I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible…” — Prozac Nation
Ese beso entregado al aire es para ti
fruta que has de comer mañana.
Guarda la semilla porque estoy en él
y hazme crecer
en una tierra lejana.
Si me llevas contigo
prometo ser ligero como la brisa
y decirte al oído
secretos que harán brotar tu risa.
Esos ojos detrás del cristal
son dos negros cautivos cruzando el mar.
Por la noche estaré solo en la selva,
qué voy a hacer
esperando a que vuelvas.
Si me llevas contigo
prometo ser ligero como la brisa
y decirte al oído
secretos que harán brotar tu risa.
Yo tengo un pensamiento vagabundo,
voy a seguir tus pasos por el mundo.
Aunque tú ya no estás aquí
te sentiré
por la materia que me une a ti
por la materia que me une a ti
por la materia que me une a ti…
Semilla Negra,
Semilla Negra,
Semilla Negra,
Semilla Negra.
[video]
Alongside decayed roués with dubious means of subsistence and of dubious origin, alongside ruined and adventurous offshoots of the bourgeoisie, were vagabonds, discharged soldiers, discharged jailbirds, escaped galley slaves, swindlers, mountebanks, lazzaroni, pickpockets, tricksters, gamblers, maquereaux [pimps], brothel keepers, porters, literati, organ grinders, ragpickers, knife grinders, tinkers, beggars — in short, the whole indefinite, disintegrated mass, thrown hither and thither, which the French call la bohème.
The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Napoleon
Obvio no podía falta la de Eddie Vedder!! <3
Allá por 2007… @ Chicago