sábado, 30 de enero de 2010

Actitud de Caricatura



Soy un objeto animado
Bueno... soy un ser humano animado e inexpicablemente entuasiasmado
Antes no era mi estilo, pero hay momentos que nos hacen cambiar nuestas actitudes.

He decidido ser un payaso.
Me he comprometido a hacer lo que sea para que el ambiente alrededor mio sea positivo.
Desde regalar musica, contar chistes malos, sacar lo bueno de lo malo... todo! solo por sacarle una sonrisa al que no la tenga.

Que me he dado cuenta que el tiempo no perdona
Que hay ciertas cosas por las que no vale la pena preocuparse
Que tu eres el ambiente que te rodea.

Entonces, por hoy y el resto de los dias despues de hoy
Prometo hacerte reir y regalarte aunque sea un segundo
Un momentito que tal vez nisiquiera tomes en cuenta
Un pedacito de felicidad

Definitavamente, despues de estar tanto rato triste, no hay nada mejor que dar un giro de 180° y darle vueltas a la rueda.

martes, 12 de enero de 2010

Places i've been and Things i've seen

I've been to church since i was in my mother's wound. I was baptized, confessed, and then i did my first comunion. After a couple of years, I had to change the priest for a shrink.

My confessions take place not in a wooden room without ventilation, but in an air conditioned room with a cozy sofa.

After confession i don't have to count the number of times i say one prayer, but count the number of pills i'm supposed to take everyday. 300mg, 5 pills, 6 dollars.

I've met Gods with different shapes and names. Jehova, Jesus, Moisés, Krishna, Buda Gautama, Zoroastro,Mahoma. I've sang songs, kneeled, put my hands up in the air, closed my eyes and watch people dance and passed out. I've stand silently at church with my best friend who's gay and listen to a priest speak negatively about homosexualism. I've walked though processions and repeated songs and prayers like a robot. I've heard my mother listen to the same mass through the radio every morning at 5:30 or 6:00 am.

I've been to spiritual evangelic trips during carnivals and left on the second of four days just to smoke a cigarrette.

I've been used for alternative practices. My aura has been cleaned, my shakras have been all open, and my center has been found.

I've seen my mother laying on the floor puking after quimiotheraphy and getting up afterwards to go to church. I've seen my mother bring a priest home so he could through water all over the place. I've gotten wet with the same water on many funerals.

I've seen my father wear crosses, put images up on the walls and tell stories about miracles. I've seen my family get together to say a prayer and be thankful.

I've seen drunk women and men laying on the sidewalks. I've sat with drunk women and men on the sidewalks. I've walked outside on my pijamas, crossed the street and gotten a couple of beers and a pack of cigarrettes.I've hide bottles of rum and vodka inside my closet. I've puked on the kitchen floor not being able to get to the bathroom. I've laid on the sand completely drunk and watch the stars move in circles. I've been places i don't remember i've been to.

There are a couple other places 've been and things i've seen that i'm not going to mention.

All this memories get together in my head just to remind me that i need to find something that fills me up. Or maybe i should ask myself: Is there anything to fill up? And the answer is yes. I need to fill my time with different tasks just to get distracted and stop thinking about the places i've been and the things i've seen.

6 dollars a day or a monologue to a priest is not going to take me nowhere.
Get help: i've done it
Find God: Ive tried a thousand different ways.
Erase the past: what i should do and it's perfectly impossible to.

lunes, 11 de enero de 2010

Where Life Imitates Art

I've decided to write with my left hand intead of my right hand
Instead of underlining, i will circle
A hamburguer made of meet with bread in the middle
Move forwards by walking backwards

Put together the ugly and the bad to obtain some good
From anger and anxiety, get happiness
Paint a picture with laughter
Pack a suitcase full of Monopoly money

Realize that sometimes you do something by doing nothing
Destroying what you constructed is polite
Apparently freedom is no longer a manner of being outside
Is a matter of feeling outside by being inside

I've decided to travel in my sleep
To forget about my body and it's pleads
My intention is not to destroy myself
But to construct another me somewhere else

Not in my dreams or my fears
But in the place where few can see
Where art imitates life
And life is not measured by time

I'll never be old or too young
I'll never need the experience
I'll never need a drug to feel like the bomb
I'll never need to get home

There's no hurry or worries
No long faces or bad stories
Survival is up to you
Not to a piece of green paper or fuel

I'll give my best in this land
I'll breath smoke and walk alone
But i will not assure that im here
I might be somewhere else: where life imitates art

Last Week's Playlist and 1 Video

Hold Tight – Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beacky, Mich and Titch
Just like Honey- The Jesus and Mary Chain
Paris is Burning – LadyHawke
Break Even – The Script
De Pie – Carlos Mendez
Je veux te voir – Yelle
The Best I’ve ever had – Vertical Horizon
Such Great Heights - Postal Service
Us- Regina Spektor
Perfectly Lonely – John Mayer

domingo, 10 de enero de 2010

Rock Stars of the 21st Century


"One of our big conversations that we always have in this band is, we don't see rock & roll as being about coke-taking, leather-trouser-wearing rebellion, because that to us is not rebellion anymore. The spirit of rock & roll is freedom. It's about following what you believe in and not caring what anyone else says. And if that means writing something on your hand, then you've got to write something on your hand. It doesn't matter if you don't look as cool as the Ramones — you're never going to, anyway. So I know that we'll be ridiculed for this and look stupid for that. But as long as we believe in what we're doing, we can't apologize for it".
Chris Martin, Coldplay

2008, The Jesus of Uncool, Rolling Stone Magazine