JULIO 2015
Music & Inspiration
Era verano y el lugar se llenó de flores rojas, cálidas y somnolientas. Toda ciudad sureña es letárgica en verano y el dormir en pleno día se vuelve pesado y sin gracia aun para mí mismo. Para despabilarme durante la primera tarde, yo bebía café y fumaba cigarros; anochecía, casi, cuando por fin salía de mi sopor. Comía, entonces, y ya era de noche, con las caperuzas de la luz de gas poniéndose incandescentes y dejando su rúbrica palpitante en la plena noche. Ya es hora de dormir, nuevamente, y vas y te sometes al sueño, así como así.
Las aventuras de Augie March, Saul Bellow
Las aventuras de Augie March, Saul Bellow
Escuchando... Wanderlust, Wild Beast
We're decadent beyond our means
We've a zeal We feel the things they'll never feel They're solemn in their wealth We're high in our poverty We see the things they'll never see Wanderlust With us, the world feels voluptuous I just feel more with us It's a feeling that I've come to trust Now that you answer to me I'll tell you how I want to feel! Now that the walls have been broke I'll tell you how I wanna feel! Wanderlust With us, the world feels voluptuous I just feel more with us It's a feeling that I've come to trust It's a feeling that I've come to trust It's a feeling that I've come Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck Funny how that little pound buys a lot of luck Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck In your mother tongue, what's the verb "to suck"? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IIbbFIQTKI |
Escuchando... Reckoning Song (One day), Asaf Avidan
No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry I don't think about you all the time But when I do, I wonder why You had to go out of my door And leave just like you did before I know I said that I was sure But rich man can't imagine poor One day baby, we'll be old, oh baby, we'll be old And think about the stories that we could have told So, one day baby, we'll be old Oh baby, we'll be old And think of all the stories That we could have told Little me and little you Kept doing all the things they do They never really think it through Like I can never think you're true Here I go again The blame, the guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame The founding fathers of our plane That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain One day baby, we'll be old, oh baby, we'll be old And think about the stories that we could have told https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A16VcQdTL80 |
Frase del mes: Marco Aurelio
Haz por semejarte al peñasco batido sin cesar por las olas: permanece inmóvil y a su alrededor desmaya la efervescencia de las aguas. De las miles de frases que podríamos sacar de sus Meditaciones, es un libro a leer constantemente para conseguir su rectitud, flema y frialdad. Esta imagen me puede acompañar durante estos días en los que espero un cambio y éste no se produce. Una mejora que no llega. Cuando estaba cerca de conseguirlo... Punto muerto y stand by. Y no se sabe nada. Es la segunda vez que me pasa. Te creas expectativas dentro de un plazo y no llega. El cambio no llega. La paciencia se acaba. La rabia aflora. Y yo en momentos así no suelo mantener la cabeza fría. Soy más de dar una patada a todo y a tomar por culo. Pero, ¿me interesa? No. Porque estos arrebatos de rabia no me traen nada bueno. Así que me imagino que soy como una roca en medio de las cascadas de pensamientos imparables sobre mí. Provocadores, pesados, irritantes. Y yo dura como un peñasco. Indiferente. Impasible. Marcoaureliana. |
In the end, Tara Sophia Mohr
In the end
you won’t be known
for the things you did,
or what you built,
or what you said.
You won’t even be known
for the love given
or the hearts saved,
because in the end you won’t be known.
You won’t be asked, by a vast creator full of light:
What did you do to be known?
You will be asked: Did you know it,
this place, this journey?
What there is to know can’t be written.
Something between the crispness of air
and the glint in her eye
and the texture of the orange peel.
What you’ll want a thousand years from now is this:
a memory that beats like a heart–
a travel memory, of what it was to walk here,
alive and warm and textured within.
Sweet brightness, aliveness, take-me-now-ness that is life.
You are here to pay attention. That is enough.
you won’t be known
for the things you did,
or what you built,
or what you said.
You won’t even be known
for the love given
or the hearts saved,
because in the end you won’t be known.
You won’t be asked, by a vast creator full of light:
What did you do to be known?
You will be asked: Did you know it,
this place, this journey?
What there is to know can’t be written.
Something between the crispness of air
and the glint in her eye
and the texture of the orange peel.
What you’ll want a thousand years from now is this:
a memory that beats like a heart–
a travel memory, of what it was to walk here,
alive and warm and textured within.
Sweet brightness, aliveness, take-me-now-ness that is life.
You are here to pay attention. That is enough.
I won´t complaint... Benjamin Clementine
Its a wonderful life, its a wonderful life
Traversed in tears from the heavens My heart is a mellow drum, a mellow drum in fact Set alight by echoes of pain 24-7,24-7 I dream, I smile, I walk, I cry I dream, I smile, I walk, I cry You might not say that its a wonderful world and its a wonderful life and its a wonderful day Just as yesterday But I Wont Complain No I Wont Complain Though my good days are far gone They will surely come back one morn So I Wont Complain, no, no My mind is a mirror, a reflection only known to me And for those who hate me, the more you hate me the more you help me And for those who love me, the more you love me the more you hurt me When i go to bed in the night, i see some children in the light Fighting unknown shadows behind my mother`s back And although I don't understand my dreams i know somewhere There is hope, theres is hope, somewhere there is hope I dream, I smile, I walk, I cry I dream, I smile, I walk, I cry You might not say that its a wonderful world and its a wonderful life and its a wonderful day Just as yesterday But I Wont, Complain I Wont Complain No, no , no, no, no, no, no no, no, no, no, no I won't complain , no i won't complain https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uL4U99b648 |
Citas de película... Interstellar
La Ley de Murphy no significa que algo malo va a pasar. Significa que todo lo que puede suceder, sucederá.
No te fíes de las cosas correctas que se hacen por la razón equivocada. El porqué es la base.
Siempre nos hemos definido por la capacidad de superar lo imposible. Y contamos estos momentos. Estos momentos cuando nos atrevemos a apuntar más alto, para romper las barreras, para alcanzar las estrellas, para hacer lo desconocido, conocido. Contamos estos momentos como nuestros logros de mayor orgullo. Pero hemos perdido todo eso. O tal vez sólo hemos olvidado que seguimos siendo pioneros. Y apenas hemos empezado. Y que nuestros mayores logros no pueden estar detrás de nosotros, porque nuestro destino está por encima de nosotros.
Estamos aquí para ser los recuerdos de nuestros hijos.
No te fíes de las cosas correctas que se hacen por la razón equivocada. El porqué es la base.
Siempre nos hemos definido por la capacidad de superar lo imposible. Y contamos estos momentos. Estos momentos cuando nos atrevemos a apuntar más alto, para romper las barreras, para alcanzar las estrellas, para hacer lo desconocido, conocido. Contamos estos momentos como nuestros logros de mayor orgullo. Pero hemos perdido todo eso. O tal vez sólo hemos olvidado que seguimos siendo pioneros. Y apenas hemos empezado. Y que nuestros mayores logros no pueden estar detrás de nosotros, porque nuestro destino está por encima de nosotros.
Estamos aquí para ser los recuerdos de nuestros hijos.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. DYLAN THOMAS |
No entres dócilmente en esa buena noche,
Que al final del día debería la vejez arder y delirar; Enfurécete, enfurécete ante la muerte de la luz. Aunque los sabios entienden al final que la oscuridad es lo correcto, Como a su verbo ningún rayo ha confiado vigor, No entran dócilmente en esa buena noche. Llorando los hombres buenos, al llegar la última ola Por el brillo con que sus frágiles obras pudieron haber danzado en una verde bahía, Se enfurecen, se enfurecen ante la muerte de la luz. Y los locos, que al sol cogieron al vuelo en sus cantares, Y advierten, demasiado tarde, la ofensa que le hacían, No entran dócilmente en esa buena noche. Y los hombres graves, que cerca de la muerte con la vista que se apaga Ven que esos ojos ciegos pudieron brillar como meteoros y ser alegres, Se enfurecen, se enfurecen ante la muerte de la luz. Y tú, padre mio, allá en tu cima triste, Maldíceme o bendíceme con tus fieras lágrimas, lo ruego. No entres dócilmente en esa buena noche. Enfurécete, enfurécete ante la muerte de la luz. |
Aprés Apéro, Maja & David
Royals, Lorde
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFasFq4GJYM
But every song is like gold teeth Grey Goose, tripping in the bathroom Blood stains, ball gowns Trashing the hotel room We don't care We're driving Cadillacs in our dreams But everybody is like Cristal, Maybach Diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash We don't care We aren't caught up in your love affair And we'll never be royals It don't run in our blood That kind of "lux" just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz Let me be your ruler You can call me Queen Bee And baby I'll rule -I'll rule- Let me live that fantasy |
A HOT SUMMER, MÓNICA RAMOS
Slip, Elliot Moss
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuvBtcrlbjs
I won't keep watching you Dance around in your smoke And flicker out You're not the light I used to know I don't believe in safety nets Strung aloft, make it alright to let go You gotta hold on Or it's gonna slip, slip, slip though your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Or it's gonna slip, slip, slip though your Slip, slip, slip through your hands Or it's gonna slip, slip, slip though your Slip, slip, slip through your hands What's the matter? You don't have enough rain To make up your storm What you look so sad for? Where's the light I used to know-oh-oh |
Bena, Delorean
Smooth Criminal, Michael Jackson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDLykurJIMA
Annie Are You Ok So, Annie Are You Ok Are You Ok Annie Annie Are You Ok So, Annie Are You Ok Are You Ok Annie Annie Are You Ok So, Annie Are You Ok Are You Ok Annie Annie Are You Ok So, Annie Are You Ok Are You Ok Annie... |
Nu, Man o To
A Groove, Kisses
Don´t wanna Fight, Alabama Shakes
My life, your life
Don't cross them lines What you like, what I like Why can't we both be right? Attacking, defending Until there's nothing left worth winning Your pride and my pride Don't waste my time I don't wanna fight no more [x6] Take from my hand Put in your hands The fruit of all my grief Lying down ain't easy When everyone is pleasing I can't get no relief Living ain't no fun The constant dedication Keeping the water and power on There ain't nobody left Why can't I catch my breath? I'm gonna work myself to death I don't wanna fight no more [x6] No, no, no, no! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-5OX7CO26c |