Ok, ok,
so this is me.
lunes, septiembre 26, 2011
martes, junio 28, 2011
Los hombres que grababan casetes.
Los hombres que grababan casettes practicaban una ceremonia, un arte olvidado, un tanto generoso.
Ellos tenían un don. Detectaban en el otro una necesidad musical insatisfecha, un trabajo inconcluso en la construcción de la banda de sonido que nos acompaña el resto de la vida.
viernes, mayo 20, 2011
martes, enero 11, 2011
It´s probably me.
-"You´re nothin´but a waste of talent!" She said..
-"You don´t write shit since months, you lazy fuck"!
Then she left.
Now I stare myself in her mirror. I don´t recongnize myself in her eyes. I´m not that.
I will not write about this.
She never reached the real me.
Without her, once again, I feel such a waste.
Maybe that´s my talent.
-"You don´t write shit since months, you lazy fuck"!
Then she left.
Now I stare myself in her mirror. I don´t recongnize myself in her eyes. I´m not that.
I will not write about this.
She never reached the real me.
Without her, once again, I feel such a waste.
Maybe that´s my talent.
viernes, noviembre 05, 2010
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