domingo, 12 de septiembre de 2010

a thousand suns.

every couple of years Linkin Park impress me.
each one of their records is like listening to a band that reborn again.
From 2000 to 2010.

2000, Papercut ( Hydrid Theory )

2003, Faint ( Meteora )

2007, Shadow of the day ( Minutes to Midnight )

2010, The Catalyst ( A thousand suns )

they put a real feeling in everything.

jueves, 9 de septiembre de 2010

lights of tomorrow

you and me, girl
met in other world
touched in other side.
you and me, girl
bounce in the limits of real things.

I wish someday I could work with Casablancas.

martes, 7 de septiembre de 2010


my existence depends on my curiosity.

lunes, 6 de septiembre de 2010

the last time you discovered someone you ephemerally loved.

I cleaned my mind for a moment.
The colors of her skin caressed my mind
I told her if she could stay there standing all the night
I didn't tell anything else, nor goodbye.

domingo, 5 de septiembre de 2010

Back in the saddle again.

I left home, and hours later I was arriving other place to call home.
Things end, things change. People go far, cross oceans and have moments I'll never have, but nor they are having mines.
Neither people or life are drifting away, there are just different paths to take.

PD: Back in Madrid. UCM and new flat to live in. 


martes, 13 de julio de 2010

about flyin', not falling.

"This time, jump well".

first you always have to fall
to fly from the sea to the sky 
and never fall again
when you're who you need to be
you're not beeing less anymore.

PD: do never trust your eyes. (this means, listeng to the song no matter what this guy looks like).

lunes, 14 de junio de 2010

If you leave a man in the wild.(He'll kill)

If you show a man how to flight. (He'll fall).

If you give a gun to a man. (He'll do harm)

But If you tell him what music is.(He'll not understand, he is just gonna show you what's music for him).

Thanks for reading.
P.S.: You have to listeng to the song [Miles Davis- Freddie Freeloader]. Take a break, and enjoy it.

sábado, 12 de junio de 2010

Freaks, Addicts, Lovers, Hookers, Bloggers.

So, who can be a blogger and who don’t? 
Should I write about every damn thing in my head?
You know, Maybe I want to blog my sexual experience with some animal and , yes, that would probably bring me a lot of visitors but…

Gross, isnt it?

Well as I was saying, who may be a blogger? Probably everybody can . And even more probably no one should -hahaha-, but you know, people say life isnt about trying, its just about doing. 

Charles Bukowski, the man up here with cigarrette, champain bottle, and half bohemian half alcoholic looking, never tried to write pretty poetry for heartbreakers, or heart seekers. He was just a drinker, a man of alleys, the kind of man that fall in love with a hooker, the man in love with sex. A depressive genious.
He just wrote down the words, and made money for it...

If you have a confession, just confess. If you don't find any secret in yourself, well, look better.

So...the lesson:
If you can't be the bullet, be the gun
If you can't write a song, be the song,
and if you can't find a way of using yourself..................ummm......
just be water -hahahahaha-, "Be water my friend".

P.S.: Ill think about the fucking-animals thing.
P.S.2: Thanks for reading.

viernes, 11 de junio de 2010

this place is for everything.

the size your eyes can open when feeling the grace of little things, big things, great things,
and how hard your eyes can close when my fist approaches straight to your face,
sparkle a divine shine in the daily living.