Une chanson de la film "Le huitème jour"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omM5oMSXF0E&feature=related

the man with the beautiful eyes (part 2)

it had burned
down,
there was nothing
left,
just a smoldering
twisted black
foundation
and we went to
the fish pond
and there was
no water
in it
and the fat
orange goldfish
were dead
there,
drying out.
we went back to
my parents’ yard
and talked about
it
and decided that
our parents had
burned their
house down,
had killed
them
had killed the
goldfish
because it was
all too
beautiful,
even the bamboo
forest had
burned.
they had been
afraid of
the man with the
beautiful
eyes.
and
we were afraid
then
that
all through our lives
things like that
would
happen,
that nobody
wanted
anybody
to be
strong and
beautiful
like that,
that
others would never
allow it,
and that
many people
would have to
die.

the man with the beautiful eyes

when we were kids
there was a strange
house
all the shades were
always
drawn
and we never heard
voices
in there
and the yard was full of
bamboo
and we liked to play in
the bamboo
pretend we were
Tarzan
(although there was no
Jane).
and there was a
fish pond
a large one
full of the
fattest goldfish
you ever saw
and they were
tame.
they came to the
surface of the water
and took pieces of
bread
from our hands.
our parents had
told us:
“never go near that
house.”
so, of course,
we went.
we wondered if anybody
lived there.
weeks went by and we
never saw
anybody.
then one day
we heard
a voice
from the house
“YOU GOD DAMNED
WHORE!”
it was a man’s
voice.
then the screen
door
of the house was
flung open
and the man
walked
out.
he was holding a
fifth of whiskey
in his right
hand.
he was about
30.
he had a cigar
in his
mouth,
needed a
shave.
his hair was
wild and
uncombed
and he was
barefoot
in undershirt
and pants.
but his eyes
were
bright.
they blazed
with brightness
and he said,
“hey little
gentlemen,
having a good
time, I
hope?”
then he gave a
little laugh
and walked
back into the
house.
we left,
went back to my
parent’s yard
and thought
about it.
our parents,
we decided
had wanted us
to stay away
from there
because they
never wanted us
to see a man
like
that,
a strong natural
man
with
beautiful
eyes.
our parents
were ashamed
that they were
not
like that
man,
that’s why they
wanted us
to stay
away.
but
we went back
to that house
and the bamboo
and the tame
goldfish.
we went back
many times
for many
weeks
but we never
saw
or heard
the man
again.
the shades were
down
as always
and it was
quiet.
then one day
as we came back from
school
we saw the
house.

Brooklyn bridge.

Qu'importe le ridicule si tu m'escortes

My world, as it is now, wants to perish, and it will.

Late at night

Dios nos vende el tiempo, y poco a poco se nos va saliendo de las manos. En unos días el Sol va a brillar y no todos los ojos estarán para darse cuenta de que está presente.
Mi dios quiere el cielo verde y brillante, los ojos grises y el pequeño instante triste. Brindemos al dios, el cielo se está acercando.

The day I died.

The day I died
go to my funeral
and
put some
tears in the
casket.
Pray to the lord
pray to the sun
pray to the corpse
of us.
And let the wind do its job.

The day I died
step in front of the dead
and speak,
and say:
"Oh dear, I miss you honey"
"We
should
had
spent
more
time
together."
Then, cry.

Play the all people scene
and turn your face down,
think in the hours we spent,
grab the book I left,
read my dairy,
play my guitar
feed my cat
and be aware of watching the sky.

The day I died
smell the rose of death
and cry
for five hours
in your bed.

I'm not afraid to die

Nunca entendí plenamente lo que la soledad puede significar hasta que estuve completamente inmerso en ella. Entonces todas las cosas de las que el mundo habla, todos los temores que acosan a las almas desprovistas de compañía en este mundo, todas las creencias, todo muere. Una soldad muy personal y muy individual es lo que se ha de encontrar. Todo esto, con temor de llamar soledad a lo que vivo.

Yo no quiero decir que mis cosas tengan nombre, que mis vidas y mis pecados estén bautizados desde antes de que naciera, no. Quizá por eso, y totalmente por ello, sea tan incomprensible mi letra y todo lo que ella conlleva, quizá eso sea la esencia misma del ello en sí.
Veo a las gentes, trato con las gentes y con los entes que las gentes imponen. Pero hay una barrera entre mí y el ente ajeno, hay un plástico humano que me impide saber y llegar y tocar. El destino, que es mi destino, ha impuesto una barrera entre mí y lo demás, quizá para que no se esparza mi enfermedad a quien se me imponga.

Quiero declarar abiertamente a todos los mortales y vidas perdidas que he nacido bajo el signo de Caín, y bajo el signo he de llevar a mi destino. Que se aleje quien tenga desprecio del mundo, que sea bienvenido quien le venere. Amén.

Wait in the fire...

Hace no mucho, @El Arcangelino a.k.a. Franz (http://elarcangelino.blogspot.com/) posteó una reseña sobre el disco "Grace" por Jeff Buckley. La reseña que escribió me pareció tan llena de emoción que me dió bastante curiosidad escuchar a ese tal Jeff y aquel "Grace" que tantas sensaciones despide. La verdad no esperaba encontrar un disco de tan buena calidad. No quiero dar una reseña pues, para ello, pueden visitar el blog antes mencionado, pero lo que sí quiero decir es que es realmente un disco monstruoso. Totalmente recomendado.

Hasta ahorita sólo he puesto especial atención al "Hallelujah" (Cover del Sr. Leonard Cohen), "Grace" y "Mojo Pin" y puedo decir que con ello quedo bastante satisfecho. Cáiganle al blog del Sr. Franz para saber mucho mejor de lo que hablo.
Les dejo partes de la letra de "Grace"

There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Though it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die...

...My time has come
It reminds me of the pain I might leave
Leave behind ...

...And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
But I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow...

Wait in the fire... 

Espero que les guste el disco tanto como a mí. Au revoir.

...nos decía a menudo: "Por ser cobardes no se les abrirá el cielo. Sólo aquel que tiene el valor de la nada, se aventura al vacío. Mírense ahora, son jóvenes, pero he visto a algunos de ustedes que son más viejos que sus padres; sólo ellos tienen el poder de la nada.
Ahora no le tengo respeto a alguno de ustedes; sólo aquel que tenga mi muerte se ganará mi respeto."
Así hablaba nuestro gran maestro.

Flowers.

Pequeño ejercicio para los que leen activamente este blog.
Escuchen esta canción y piensen en qué sienten al oírla: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB8bKHyDA1s&feature=related
Ahora que ya lo hicieron, piensen en cómo se sentían antes de escucharla.
Los resultados pueden ser sorprendentes si son lo suficientemente honestos consigo mismos.

BTW... ya ando activo en el twitter. Para burradas instantaneas seguir: @Dextrodex

"Ask and it shall be given you, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you. For everyone that asketh receiveth, and he that seeketh findeth, and to him that knocketh, it shall be opened."

Haz conforme tu bien y obtendrás tu bien, haz conforme tu mal y obtendrás tu mal.

Espejito espejito...

Tenga, señor usuario, sabiduría en sus próximas vacaciones al mundo. Cuando diga y hable, haga como que ve un espejo, y vease a usted mismo.
Tenga, señor usuario, sabiduría en sus próximas vacaciones al mundo.