Swann's Way

Dreams of love.

Autumn Is Coming.

Ella estuvo tan cerca, 

Tanto como para ser un fantasma.

"Cornerstone", Arctic Monkeys. (Humbug)

 Weeks to start school. Took my e-reader to Chapadmalal. Day 5. Lydia.

Like Tea's Spirit.

Amantes en la Gran División,

¿Por qué ríen cuando saben que hieren por dentro?

Es sólo otro día más, 

No hay nada en mi camino.

No quiero ir.

No quiero quedarme.

¿Así que no hay nada más que decir?

¿Y por qué mentir...?

Cuando quieras morir,

Cuando estés herida,

Cuando quieras desaparecer;

No sé para que mientes, de todas formas.

Si no hay nada más que decir.

Para ser un alma perdida,

La estás pasando muy bien.

"Nothing In My Way", Keane.

  Just came back from yesterday's late encounter... so much bz and smoke. I don't wanna sleep. I don't wanna stay.

You Need Verse.

Well, here's your lucky day. This has to be one of the greatest videoclips ever.

 Damn ePub addiction. Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love. Could it be anybody? I don't know what to do. I get high with a little help of my friends. The light blinking on my Nokia phone.

Lunatic.

From minute 1:50 and so forth: literally the liberation of the soul. And from 2:20 the contemplation of the universe's face.

 Just came back from the spiritual retreat camp, my bones are restless. Only slept two to four hours per day. There are many things that I would like to say to you. But I don't know how. It's not cool having the same attitudes that as a preppy preteen. Prejudges.

Leviathan.

Por falta de interés, el futuro se cancela.

Dejen que los relojes se reseteen.

Y que los péndulos se detengan.

"Ruby", Kaiser Chiefs (Yours truly, angry mob).

Who cannot love that chorus? Damn ampoule, it hurts so bad. Do you, do you, do you, do you?

I'll Be a Moonbeam.

Deja de hacerme ojos y yo dejaré de hacerte ojos a ti.

"I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor", Arctic Monkeys.

 There's nothing in my way, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay. I'll be "sick" for her birthday.
 I shouldn't have skipped meditation yesterday. What's wrong...
 "Vals 3" by Antonio Lauro. Received Agustín Barrios' urtext. Phillip Morris. Moby Dick. Your gayness is invading me. Well it all starts as a little teenage thingy.
 I love driving and listening to 60's music. Like Allman Brothers, Creedance or Bob Dylan stuff, makes me feel like a hippie. And those furry dice. I suppose that with enough gray matter anybody one could realize that those don't hinder the driver's view. Well I bet she looks good on the dancefloor.