People are more important than places

19 octobre 2007

For them that must obey authority,
that they do not respect in any degree,
who despise their jobs, their destinies,
Speak jealously of them that are free,
Do what they do just to be nothing more
than something they invest in

16 septembre 2007

Hedwig and the angry Inch

Last time I saw you, We had just split in two.
You were looking at me, I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar, But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face, I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain, that cuts a straight line
Down through the heart; We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
It was the sad story How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.

23 août 2007

School of Rock

You want me to teach you something? What? You want to learn something? Alright, here's a useful lesson: Give up! Just quit! Because in this life you can't win. Yeah, you can try, but in the end your just gonna loose, BIG TIME! Because the world is run by the man! The man. Oh, you don't know the man? The man's everywhere: in the White House, down the hall, Mr Leone; he's the man! And the man ruined the ozone, and he's burning down the Amazon and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! Okay! And there used to be a way to stick it to the man, it was called rock 'n roll. But guess what? Oh no! The man had to ruin that too with a little thing called MTV! So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool or pure or awesome 'cause the man's just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul. So do yourself a favor and just give up!

18 août 2007

Parting

Remembering

There are threads of old sound heard over and over
phrases of Shakespeare or Mozart the slender
wands of the auroras playing out from them
into dark time the passing of a few
migrants high in the night far from the ancient flocks
far from the rest of the words far from the instruments

W.S. Merwin

Farewell

Farerewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
      Within my heart they still shall dwell;
      And they shall cheer and comfort me.
      O, beautiful, and full of grace!
      If thou hadst never met mine eye,
      I had not dreamed a living face
      Could fancied charms so far outvie.
 
      If I may ne'er behold again
      That form and face so dear to me,
      Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
      Preserve, for aye, their memory.
 
      That voice, the magic of whose tone
      Can wake an echo in my breast,
      Creating feelings that, alone,
      Can make my tranced spirit blest.
 
      That laughing eye, whose sunny beam
      My memory would not cherish less; -
      And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam
      Nor mortal language can express.
 
      Adieu, but let me cherish, still,
      The hope with which I cannot part.
      Contempt may wound, and coldness chill,
      But still it lingers in my heart.
 
      And who can tell but Heaven, at last,
      May answer all my thousand prayers,
      And bid the future pay the past
    With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

Anne Bronte

08 août 2007

Most of the time

Quiero que   sepas   una cosa.     Tú sabes cómo es esto:   si miro   la luna de cristal, la rama roja   del lento otoño en mi ventana,   si toco   junto al fuego   la impalpable ceniza   o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,   todo me lleva a ti,   como si todo lo que existe:   aromas, luz, metales,   fueran pequeños barcos que navegan   hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.     Ahora bien,   si poco a poco dejas de quererme   dejaré de quererte poco a poco.     Si de pronto   me olvidas   no me busques,   que ya te habré olvidado.     Si consideras largo y loco   el viento de banderas   que pasa por mi vida   y te decides   a dejarme a la orilla   del corazón en que tengo raíces,   piensa   que en esa día,   a esa hora   levantaré los brazos   y saldrán mis raíces   a buscar otra tierra.     Pero   si cada día,   cada hora,   sientes que a mí estás destinada   con dulzura implacable,   si cada día sube   una flor a tus labios a buscarme,   ay amor mío, ay mía,   en mí todo ese fuego se repite,   en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,   mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,   y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos   sin salir de los míos.

Most of   the time   I'm clear focused all around,   Most of the time   I can keep both feet on the ground,   I can follow the path, I can read the signs,   Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,   I can handle whatever I stumble upon,   I don't even notice she's gone,   Most of the time.   Most of   the time   It's well understood,   Most of the time   I wouldn't change it if I could,   I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,   I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,   I can survive, I can endure   And I don't even think about her   Most of the time.   Most of   the time   My head is on straight,   Most of the time   I'm strong enough not to hate.   I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,   I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick   I can smile in the face of mankind.   Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine   Most of the time.   Most of   the time   She ain't even in my mind,   I wouldn't know her if I saw her   She's that far behind.   Most of the time   I can't even be sure   If she was ever with me   Or if I was with her.   Most of   the time   I'm halfway content,   Most of the time   I know exactly where I went,   I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,   Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,   I don't compromised and I don't pretend,   I don't even care if I ever see her again   Most of the time.