19.3.15

25


Cuarto de siglo.
Mitad de cincuenta.
Cinco veces cinco.

Feliz cumpleaños kate_

 
 

18.2.15

Unclear. Unsure.

Y lo han vuelto a hacer. Siguen poniendo la banda sonora a mi vida.
Gracias, Kodaline


I am trying to learn and I’m dying to know
When to move on and when to let it go
A curious feeling no one can explain
I just don’t know if I’ll risk it again

When the futures so unsure
When the futures so unclear

So you swallow your heart and you swallow your pride
You gotta be tough if you wanna survive
They’ll chew up and they’ll eat you alive
You shouldn’t give up on the dreams in your mind

When the futures so unsure
When the futures so unclear
When the futures so unsure
When the futures so unclear

We walk, we walk on
Our time, our time will come
We walk, we walk on
Our time

When the futures so unsure (when the future is so unsure)
When the futures so unclear (when the futures is so unclear)
When the futures so unsure
When the futures so unclear

28.12.14

Best xmas songwriter ever

 
 

Welcome to my cage
I got some presents for you
Might not be the puppy that you choose
No need to behave, I got my head in the dark
Good golly, he kisses like a shark

Bright’s the only way to shine
Free from loathing in your mind

I say goodbye
To the fairy land I found
In him or lullabies
In good stories and
A thousand tears
For the promises I thought where true
I’m such a wishful Christmas fool

Holy mother kitsch, I think the wise men are near
Make a wish, make longing disappear
Season of the switch, forget the puzzles you know
Bury us in napalm, let it snow

Plead, forever’s not enough
We were never meant for us

I say goodbye
To the fairy land I found
In him or lullabies
In good stories and
A thousand tears
For the promises I thought where true
I’m such a wishful Christmas fool

I say goodbye
To the fairy land I found
In him or lullabies
In good stories and
A thousand tears
For the promises I thought where true
I’m such a wishful Christmas fool
I’m such a wishful Christmas fool
I’m such a wishful Christmas fool

14.4.14

Sueños lentos, aviones veloces


Por ahora y de momento
no me he cansado de viajar.
Vivo solo y no busco remedio
contra la soledad

Sueños lentos, aviones veloces.

Maravillosamente dicho, IZAL, pero al revés...



18.3.14

18.03.2014



happy birthday kate_

8.3.14

La amante lunar



I remember it now. Soy la amante lunar. Una historia que no sucede, que no se cuenta. I want you here tonight. Pero yo no he encontrado nada. Ya estás aquí, en esta colección de fracasos en word. Eres bello, pero nada más. Y digo que quiero, pero no quiero. Quiero a mi mumford, a quien querer. Pero no sé hacerlo. Y ya fue. Y no lo merezco. Y vuelta a empezar. Por eso soy la amante lunar. Porque cada 28 días se me olvida y vuelvo a creer que te voy a encontrar detrás del cristal de una copa en un bar. Qué ilusa. Y después creo que me llamarás, y que por una vez no me lanzaré al precipicio sin pensar, y habrá algo más. Pero soy la amante lunar. Y si por un milagro consigo todo eso, con cada luna nueva me cambian los vientos y seré yo quien te deje. Quien huya para que, cuando esté lo suficientemente lejos, pueda volver la vista atrás y llorar por lo que me he querido perder. Porque soy la amante lunar. Bienvenido al rincón de los casi.

19.2.14

On our way

I'll believe when the walls stop turning
I'll believe when the storm is through
I believe I hear them say
David won't stop writing songs
I never wanna shake their hands and stay
I never wanna shake their hands and stay
Oh no let's go

We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way somehow
Hold me close, close, close
We're losing time, time, time
We're losing time, time, time
We're falling to the ground

I'll believe when the sky is burning
I'll believe when I see the view
I believe that I hear them say
David won't stop dreaming now
And everybody clap your hands and shout
And everybody clap your hands and shout
Oh no, They shout

We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way somehow
Hold me close, close, close
We're losing time, time, time
We're losing time, time, time
We're falling to the ground

We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way
Hold me close
We're losing time
Hold me close
We're falling to the ground

Taxi drive the sun is rising
Damn the sirens, keep on driving
Flashing light, oh what a night
I miss her bed, I lost my head
And it's sunning, we're still running
For her rooftop, our last stop
Barefoot, naked, don't you let me go

To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way somehow
Hold me close, close, close
We're losing time, time, time
We're losing time, time, time
We're falling to the ground

We are young, we are one
Let us shine for what it's worth
To your place, place, place
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way, way, way
We're on our way

La la la la la
(This Night Will Never End)

Hold me close, we're losing time
Hold me close, we're falling to the ground


THANKS


9.2.14

Home thoughts

Three things make a place my home: it's where i can sing, where i can cry and one more i can't remember right now. Put the blame on the wine or on myself. Here i have sung some songs, not as passionately as at my two previous real homes. But it seems i can't cry here. So i guess this is the first time i live somewhere is not my home. Amsterdam quickly became my home, my perfect space on Earth, just for me. But here, something is just not right. Probably i'm not right, as always. But that's something that shouldn't matter at home, i think.
And here i am tonight, blessly alone, with a cup of white wine (i bought specially for the occasion), fries and jazz, old friend i didn't visit for ages). Writing this black-wallpapered blog i've always related to home. And wondering, just dreaming awake, other lives, other states. My eternal being.
I've been researching 30's (like for the past 20 minutes, to be accurate). And i like them, i think. Some mystery about them, some shadow and smartness. Errol Flyn, Bette Davies, Fred and Ginger. I would have paid the 5 war years for that decade.
Jazz, dresses and wine. Keep dreaming, darling. It's all there is.

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