Su primera

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Monday, November 30, 2009

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Fernando tenía dieciséis años y se encontraba en una cama ajena haciendo algo que hace unos días nunca hubiera creído posible.

-pero no me la creo- se decía, agitado y revoloteado

-No exageres, no ha estado tan bueno, yo ya lo he hecho varias veces y no es la gran cosa- le decía Rubén mientras se levantaba de la cama y se ponía zapatos.

-Bueno, dejalo a uno disfrutar su primera no? Que yo no tengo diario el aparatito ese- Fernando ahora hacía un pequeño pseudo- baile con las manos, el cual ni muerto se dejaría ver haciendo por cualquier persona, pero era la emoción, por fin lo había hecho.

-Y que crees ¿que lo uso de a diario?- Rubén trataba de disimular sus cientos de horas solitarias con el dichoso aparato.

-Fue fantástico cuando te cambiaste de lado y apretaste no se qué que todo cambio hasta de color- comentó Fernando aún agitado

-No fue para tanto, es cosa de practica- le confesó Rubén –bueno, y la verdad también leí una que otra cosa en internet.

-Da igual, apuesto que la próxima lo hago mejor- sencillamente ese día a Fernando no le tiraban la sonrisa

-¿Quién dijo que va a haber próxima vez?- Por alguna razón ahora Rubén le daba por hacerse el difícil

-Bueno, si me deja su majestad la reina de Mónaco-

Rubén se río -Es broma, ahí cuando quieras- dijo mientras se amarraba las agujetas.

-Cómo sea, que solo fue pasar un video jueguito- Fernando no podía ocultar que Antes del grito final era el mejor juego de peleas del mundo, lástima que no tuviera ni el juego ni la consola en su casa.

-De todas formas, yo siempre termino sobre ti- acabó diciendo Rubén, con una sonrisa complaciente.


[so... i have like 25 days left and I'm 13 stories behind...]

Squared

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Sunday, November 29, 2009

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No one liked it... I did...

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2785/4136788475_b16cae032f_m.jpg

Absent minded

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, November 28, 2009

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[we're so shameless]

Agua Pasada

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Friday, November 27, 2009

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I have now the christmas feeling (which isn't about christmas actually.... the thing is that I relate certain seasons with certain songs, like last year, with "I believe in father christmas.." but this year's is way more offtopic..)
The thing that excites me the most is that I never thought I would hear this as a song... But here it is... From Mr. Sabina's genius: Agua Pasada

Lo peor del amor cuando termina
son las habitaciones ventiladas,
el solo de pijamas con sordina,
la adrenalina en camas separadas.

Lo malo del después son los despojos
que embalsaman los pájaros del sueño,
los móviles que insultan con los ojos,
el sistole sin diástole ni dueño.

Lo atroz es no querer saber quién eres,
agua pasada, tierra quemada,
que de igual esperarte o que me esperes,
que no seas tú entre todas las mujeres,
que la cuenta está saldada.

Las canciones de amor que no quisiste
andan rodando ya por las aceras,
las tocan las orquestas de los tristes
pa que baile don nadie con cualquiera.

Las maletas que llegan sin tu ropa
giran perdidas por los aeropuertos,
la pasión cuando pasa es una coopa
de sangre desangrada en el mar muerto.

Remendar las virtudes veniales,
condenar a galeras los archivos,
cuando al punto final de los finales
no le siguen dos puntos suspensivos.

Peor es no saber quién quién eres,
agua pasada, tierra quemada,
que de igual esperarte o que me esperes,
que no seas tú entre todas las mujeres,
que la cuenta está saldada.

Going up

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, November 26, 2009

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Night Lights








[I told you so]

Before Teh Invisible Man

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, November 25, 2009

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Before Teh invisible man...
here for you, teh holly image

The rise of will

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, November 24, 2009

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Night lights








[I'm shameless enough to make this pass as part of a collection and use various posts to exibit it all*]
*I warned you

Walk the line

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Monday, November 23, 2009

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but which one?

Se marchó

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Sunday, November 22, 2009

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Me mira a los ojos y me fulmina.

-Fondo azul y gélido. Martillo enorme rompe silla de hielo y se retrasa el tiempo-

Ella me ve y trata de buscar en mi alguna razón para no embestirme y salir corriendo y no ver atras

-Girasol se marchita rapidamente y del residuo sale un escarabajo, la toma se vuelve a blanco y negro y el escarabajo sale volando.

Yo no creo ser quien la pueda mantener aquí. No somos algo que prometa volverse real, o volverse una razón. Ella busca una razón.

- enfoque a un grano de arena en el desierto, solo se peude escuchar el viento, finalmente el grano se vuela.

Creo que lleva buscando ya mucho tiempo una excusa, una justificación para no huir y nunca volver, necesitaba algo que la anclara. También creo que acabo de romper su falsa sensación de pertenencia.

Mientras, ella solo me fulmina y entiende que yo lo sé, entiende que yo soy conciente de lo que acabo de arruinar y que terminé su busqueda por una razón. Me mira con odio y con gratitud.

-una botella cae al suelo y se rompe, el tiempo se detiene y los pedazos no se separan pero el vino se siue derramando, finalmente los pedazos se separan.



Entonces me da una ultima mirada de soslayo y continua caminando por el pasillo. Al final solo puedo escuchar sus tacones en su -clac clac- tan apresurado y arritmico como siempre. Nunca lo volveré a ver.

- niña a la cual solo se ve de los labios hacia abajo toma una flor, arranca unos petalos, se la pasa por los labios y finalmente la tira al suelo molesta. Se da la vuelta y camina lejos de la camara.


Fin

The day I left

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, November 21, 2009

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We stared at each other. We were playing at the beginning, poking ourselves, simple inocent hugs then. I don't even know how it happened, but suddenly we were laying on each other. It was barely sexual, it was mainly a matter of self confort, it was warm and cozy. I liked touching your chin. Then you kissed me, gently, quick, inocent and not very natural.
Then I drank another sip of beer, and we went for a walk.
It ended with a chat, a simple chat about life.
Then I left you.

Stop the menace

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Friday, November 20, 2009

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They're dangerous,don't trust them. They are the idealists and at sight of one you should be scared.

It's easy to recognize them, they usually seem like pensive all the time and keep a perpetual sight of depth and reason, very much alike the one produced by some drugs (this doesn't imply they're always using them).

You will also find that they tend to be elusive and not always easy to spot. Then you will have to use more invasive methods, but we assure you, you will identify them. Idealists are constantly thinking about stuff people like you and I would probably never do, and this is because they praise that which is immaterial and abstract. An idealist will always cherish an idea or a concept over something they can touch or actually do. They will be found thinking about others and how to make a world better, this might sound pretty but history show this people only bring chaos.

There is something you must understand about them: they're all about the abstraction, and they will try to convince you otherwise, they'll try to convince you about taking action. But don't let yourself be fooled, people who take action are called activists, and when an idealist becomes an activist it then has passed to a ground beyond good or evil, so we shall deal with idealists only for now.

They will develop complex ideas and will fight the system with hopes and dreams, and here is where they are the most dangerous. We might think that their speeches and intentions are only ideas, and they certainly are, but a bad judgement would be to underestimate this people and let them go on. You will find that hopes tend to be much more dangerous than they seem, so they must be stopped at all cost.

If you encounter an idealist it shouldn't be hard to stop it. The first step is to identify them, and then you must do whatever is in your power to get them into the system, to make them desist their plans of world change and fight for rights. They must be controlled at an early stage, cut their aspirations and abstraction at an early age, take them to professionals for this is the only way to stop them at an early time. Do not worry if the idealist is a loved one, it is only a matter of changing them so they get back to being useful members of society. In no time they should be functional.

Studies have shown that very much like a drug addict, idealists are always idealists and should be treated like that. So while they can take a normal life after being reformed, it happens every once in a while that those thoughts of human rights and liberation come back. In those cases, the people surrounding the idealist should do whatever in their power to discourage them, make them see reality and avoid any contact with the history villains known as philosophers. This part is very important, or else they might get contaminating ideas.

One last thing about treating with idealists: There will be something inside them that will always tell them to keep fighting and that they have a cause, for this they shall not be trusted or followed; they are dangerous for the system and good costumes.

We hope this guide help you in your life and in reforming society.

Again with the fun theory

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, November 19, 2009

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It makes me very happy :)

Lucid dreams

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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Okay I'm done. I've secretly been trying to make a post about these lyrics but I just won't come up with something as good as they deserve, so I might as well just put them here. Enjoy, they're pure poetry.




I’m gonna give my aimless love
My angry heart
My desire
I woke with wings from Lucid Dreams
I knew the reason I felt hollow
Was it I may never know
If there is some great truth or not

I dream a nation of you
a utopia of (______)
I dream a nation of me
a new (_____) where we can dream
Lucid Dreams
I'm living in a Lucid dream

Sweep slides on my stereo
Short wave ’round my rodeo
Became from that of Savalon
But I’m flying to Istanbul

Oh so why don’t you come along?

There is no nation of you
There is no nation of me
Our only nation lives in Lucid Dreams
Lucid Dreams I’m living in Lucid Dreams
I’m living on short based dreams tonight

I’ll dial Alexandria
If you dial into Ithaca
South fisher, German bite
I skate on the world tonight

Oh so why don’t you come along?
There is no nation of you
There is no nation of me
Our only nation lives in Lucid Dreams
Lucid Dreams
I’m living in Lucid Dreams
I’m living on short based dreams tonight

I’m gonna give my aimless love
My angry heart
My desire
I woke with wings from Lucid Dreams
I knew the reason I felt hollow
Was it I may never know
If there is some great truth or not

There is no nation of you
There is no nation of me
Our only nation lives in Lucid Dreams
Lucid Dreams
I’m living in Lucid Dreams

I’m living in a short wave stream tonight
Lucid dreams
I’m living on LUCID DREAMS
Now there is just plain mystery



Yep, not the right ones. Not one place on the internet had the ones of this version.(yes that's how bold i am making statements like that)

Corruption Perceptions

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, November 17, 2009

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The darker, the closest to 0, the closest to 0 the worse...
The interactive version --> clickclickclick!

Recurrent dreams

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Monday, November 16, 2009

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I sometimes day dream that I go back to that moment where he spoke of pedophiles and such and I tell him to fuck off
"what the hell?!" he complains, because he obviously doesn't know what's coming next
"Do you really meant what you just said?" I ask, he doesn't know it is an ultimatum
"Well, yes why?" he says, because in my dream people actually do what they would in reality (at least at the beginning)
"Well f* you very very much"

And then I storm out and let them say whatever they'll have to say, because from that moment on I'm at war. I don't need them, or anyone else for that matter. And so I begin this huge campaign, I make drama and whatever needs to be made in the streets and make a huge media buzz. I appear on the radio and make it to nationals, because I no longer care and this is what I'm doing.

And I know that at first it will be out of surprise and it won't be that hard. But later they'll hate me, and they'll hurt me and try to destroy me. But it won't matter because their hate will deflect, because anyone who's not with me is against me, at this point I will know that is very radical of me, but that will be the only way to keep going, to be radical and fight with all that is left.

I will be out of friends and full of foes, and that will be exactly what I was aiming for, because this war was not really about the cause, but for me. So I fight and take it to international institutions, which won't really do much but will still have some role into it, and I will then be tired, really tired and near to forget what the whole fuss was for. But I will remember, I will bring back the main drive: I do this to destroy myself.

Because this war didn't really need to be fought, but I will. I will be shred into pieces, because even if I will never admit it, they will affect me, and eventually destroy me. And so this war will end with me trying to save the remaining pieces of what I was, and glue them with desperation and anguish, because I know that will never be me, nevermore. And then the thousand eyes will look away because I won't have it in me to keep on fighting.

And there will be no turning back because I already destroyed whatever there was to turn back to. I will be shattered and lonely, and finally I will be lured into the darkness like I always wanted. But unlike in my hopes, there will be no safe rope to come back, that is now way to sink into the dark side. I will enter deep and dark, and I will do things no person should, and see things I would not have been able to imagine. And I will believe to have touched bottom, to then being able to find new depths.

Then there will be nothing in me that is able to come out of that, and I will be simply lying near dead in a lonely alley being food to rats. And only then will I finally be out of reach, out of redemption, free of whatever plot device might be used to heal me and bring me back to good; I will be finished for good.


But then I wake up from the daydream and realize I'm too coward to do that, or so I tell myself. And then I think what a horrendous end would that be, secretly wishing for the right timing to begin the war against myself, at last my great perhaps.




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Further Complications

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Sunday, November 15, 2009

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In the beginning there was nothing, to be honest, that suited me just fine

Patronizing truths

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in , | Posted on Saturday, November 14, 2009

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ROSES AND SORROWS the Soap Opera

ROMINA: Tell me Charles Edward, tell me for once and for all why is that you can't marry me?! (she sounds desperate)

CHARLES EDWARD: Romina Rose, you know I love you, but I bare a terrible secret, I could never be with you having this weight upon me

ROMINA: Then just tell me the secret and let's love each other for all eternity!

CHARLES EDWARD: I...I... This secret will also concern you now Romina...

ROMINA: I don't care! Tell me, free your lips of that seal!

CHARLES EDWARD: You are right, at last will I be free, Romina... do you remember my twin brother,who died? Well he didn't die he....


WE INTERRUPT THIS RADIO SOAP FOR URGENT NEWS


URGENT NEWS--------------------

There has been a sudden rampage of fictional attacks in all the city. Up until this time 16:49 there has been an imaginary amount of reports, all people who survived the fictional attacks. The police has been able to not help some of the cases, but the attackers work too fast, say the police. All around the city this said attackers have been described to be imaginary, so we think they are armed and very dangerous.

Do not panic, follow the recommendations and stay at home, avoid any contact with illusory strangers and under no fake circumstance go out to the streets alone.The authorities are doing an nonexistent effort to stop this outrageous assaults. Specialists say this fictional attacks are being caused by creativity and imagination, so in behalf of the government and peace all citizens will be asked to stop inventing and dreaming, and so will the attacks cease.


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NOW WE CONTINUE WITH YOUR NORMAL SCHEDULE

ROMINA: I can't believe this

CHARLES EDWARD: I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before

ROMINA: How long will this farce continue?

CHARLES EDWARD: For as long as they buy it

ROMINA: Will it then be over?

CHARLES EDWARD: There is no then.

About Google Reader and Science

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Friday, November 13, 2009

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So the Meteor showers are good for skygazers, bad for satellites. Good thing that I'm a skygazer, bad thing I depend on beautiful beautiful satellites.
So Bangladesh mass poisoning mystery solved, and I didn't really knew about it.
Time-travelling browsers navigate the web's past, made me laugh, because I'm actually posting to the past.
Headphone risk to pacemakers, literally, music can harm your heart. (awww..)
Drink culture: it's as old as the hills, oh I know!
Mystery 'dark flow' extends towards edge of universe.. well, I'm always drifting over the edge, so no biggie.

That's what happens inside my head as I read my Google Reader, ( i love it, i love it, i love it ...) (btw, I really recomend New Scientist - Online News) this brain food is yummy!

Numbers

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, November 12, 2009

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My excuse?

I'm a statistic now

Actually, I'm not aware of any of the percentages being handled, but now I figure in the data. I'm part of the reports shown so people can be informed in the demographics.

And like this is how I come to think of demographics, indexes and rates. When I see one of those I'm aware they're referring to people, but I don't really relate you see? Because maybe 30% of all people has disease X, but unless i know someone with disease X I don't really think of the 30% as an amount of people.

Then there is the other thing, do all those numbers brand us? Do they speak about who we are? They surely say something, something about where we live, what do we consume, how much we earn. But they refer to a community, a whole, what if we're simply atypical data. What if we simple are not

So once we're inside the percentage, or the rate, does that make it more real, or those that makes it less serious? Do my percentages mean something? do they speak for my self?

50.3%
65.2%
1.58%
4.88%
82%
11.7%
10%

anything else you may want to know about me?

About bombs and stars

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, November 11, 2009

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I am sort of a proud person with what I know. I like being right, naturally. I can accept being wrong, I even enjoy it in a weird way sometimes. What really bothers me is being told I'm wrong without a convincing explanation. I get annoyed very annoyed) when I'm not told why I'm wrong. And I'm specially bothered by someone convincing me I'm wrong, and then finding out I wasn't.
I don't mean to sound as an asshole... though maybe I am...
but I had to clarify, for my peace of mind that the sun's surface temperature reaches 5780K, while Napalm reaches burning temperatures of 1200 C°.

It's not even close...

Apicture Aday

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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I know, by now you've noticed.

Maybe not.

I stopped noticing what I say here and what I don't.

Anyway, you should be aware by know that most of the things I begin, I never complete. Sure, that is very cliqued right? Well, I have nothing to say back.

But now I have a new purpose, which I know I won't pull out.

-A picture a day-

Another clique huh?

Whatever, this I'm doing it for me, and for the memories, and because the only way of being sure I won't miss a thing is to put some sort of duty into it (yea, that's how my brain works).

Anyway, obviously you're never going to see any of those pictures because you are a naughty naughty stalker and I won't feed your vice. But I thought it would be nice to tell you, being that you already know almost everything (nothing) of me. That and the fact that I don't have anything more interesting to say.


Thoughts in class

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Monday, November 09, 2009

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Bottom line: I had a tank full of gas and two bucks. I was thinking about the sensless things I was destined to do if I just drove back home. I was also very bored. What could I do with my available resources?
I could go to the beach. Watch the ocean and then come back (maybe, 'cause I've never measured the efficiency of my car in highways)
I could go to the town I hate ( maybe being there by myself, I wouldn't hate) Buy a soda and then come back.
I could go to the park, and rent a kite.
I could go to rent a movie, (it it where tuesday)
I could go downtown and buy earings

Or I could just go back home...

Hatred to coincidence

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Sunday, November 08, 2009

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Today I came to a conclusion, that because of its nature I might take back one day, but today it is very true:

The Human being hates above all things, cannot conceive, and can simply not recognize coincidences.

It is in fact a miracle we have invented the word, because above all things, it is a concept we try to avoid with all our might, our history and our stories.

The Universe could not simply by coincidence form matter out of energy, derive into hydrogen, build by collision other atoms that had different nucleus, then form big hot masses that collided with each other. It is just too fishy that by coincidence one big big ball of mass made planets and one of them cooled off and had the appearance of organic matter and then biomolecules. And something we just can't come to understand, because honestly is too f*ing impossible is that because of coincidence this biomolecules ended being archaebacteria, who then became cyanobacteria, who filled the atmosphere with O2.

Don't even get me started in the impossibility that it is in fact to believe that it was not in purpose, that there was no intention into the whole affair that was moving from archaebateria to eukaryotes, to autotrophs, to animals, to apes to hominids! It is just too much! We can't! It is just impossible to conceive that it was a coincidence, that there are actual odds to it, that if something very little had gone differently maybe nothing would have happen in that chain of events.

Not just in natural history, but in things we see today, it is just simply too difficult to acknowledge that a cold wind is just a cold wind in an abandoned house. It is not something we do to try to explain how just by coincidence the other day we read in the horoscope we would have a big chance and today we can go to Europe for a cheap cost. We are just not made for it.

And so we make stories, and believe them, because any other way we would not be able to live with it. Coincidence and chance is just far too brute, trashy, anticlimactic; it leaves no space for drama, destiny or foreshadow. And that is something we cannot conceive, accept or live with. We had myths, which had to end because of observation, we have legends that begin to vanish because of explanation. And yet we continue to tell them, to pass them on, because secretly in a littlle corner of ourselves we still hope that is the real explanation.

So we create characters, and scenarios, and archetypes and plots. Because that way it could all make sense. We only need to create one single story that can explain it all, and if it can't change it shamelessly in time so it does.

That is the only way.

Of that I'm convinced.







Flensburger Kurzfilmtage 2009 (Trailer)

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, November 07, 2009

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This is just like... the definition of what I love

Flensburger Kurzfilmtage 2009 (Trailer) from Pepe Lange on Vimeo.

Nadie lloró

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Friday, November 06, 2009

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La Tierra no existía, luego sí.

Los dinosaurios no existían, luego sí.

Eran lo más poderoso y dominaban.

Luego murieron.

¿Quién lloro por ellos?

¿Quién los recordó?




Los humanos no existían, luego sí.

Son lo más poderoso y dominan

...

...

..

¿Quién?

Haven't seen it, but I like the trailer...

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, November 05, 2009

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WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? - Trailer from Jr.canest on Vimeo.

Murderers, sciences and talent

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, November 04, 2009

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ogToday is Wednesday and I still don't know it, but in this week I will encounter this three new things:

Murderers: Of course I knew of their existence, and I had heard (of) them. But it is a complete different thing to have them in front of you.

Sciences: In a metaphoric way of course since actual sciences and I have been friends for some time, but this was different, they sent an emissary saying to come in their name.

Talent: I knew nothing of that sort, and at the end of the week I still won't, but it was there.


The murderers will kill me, their lullaby will cut me open, and I guess that will change my mind. Then they will look into my beautiful eyes and will loose control. They will also make me wonder if I am a human, a dancer, or else.

Sciences will plot an entire plan to make me see them indirectly. The place will be the right one, but I won't notice. What I will notice is their emissary, who at first will look foreign and uncertain, but will then prove to be true. What will give the emissary away will be the tag in the back that will literally read 'sciences'. Then I will know and understand what they were trying to say (maybe). And I will understand too why was the emissary chosen, because just like every science, this emissary will be complex, dreamy and oh so beautiful.

And talent, well... the lack of it will by the sour cherry in the pie (yes, the pie). It will be frustrating, then exhilarating, then funny, and then nothing. But you know nothing of this, so the future will not change, and thou shall suffer.

But anyway, today I know about all these events but I have no idea how will they affect me. So... I will just have to wind it up.




La Liberté Guidant le Peuple

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, November 03, 2009

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For today's cultural post:

La Liberté Guidant le Peuple, 1830
Eugène Delacroix

Class chat

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Monday, November 02, 2009

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I've been chatting with this french guy for some weeks now...

Great... is he hot?

Yea...

But wait... isn't your Russian better than your French?

What do you mean?

That you thought merci meant hello...

Well... the thing is that we don't talk too much

How is that?

Skype... web cams... em...

OMG! Isn't it weird?

It was... but whatever, our body language is sort of enough... hahaha

I don't really want to know more...

O c'ommon... hey, by the way... who is Jaime Toi?

Who..?

Jaime Toi

...What are you talking about?

Idk, he just keeps mentioning him, I think it's supposed to be some lame french joke... anyway, I think I'll just stop talking to him, it's sort of getting boring.

Jaime Toi?

Yep...

Don't you mean J'aime toi?

What?

...

Y vuelve el flaco

Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Sunday, November 01, 2009

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This was just very dear and near to my heart, so I had to post it...

“Hice un solo desafinado con las cenizas del amor, las verbenas del pasado gangrenan el corazón”
"Virgen de la Amargura, devuélveme la vida, sin ti todo es usura y noches perdidas, facturas, calenturas, heridas sin sutura; caídas, conjeturas, sacudidas, cerraduras… despedidas de locura y callejón”
“A los quince los cuerdos de atar me cortaron las alas, a los veinte escapé por las malas del pie del altar, a los treinta fui de armas tomar sin chaleco antibalas, Londres fue Montparnassse sin gabachos, Atocha con mar”
“Cuando el flautista de Hamelín sacó un ratón de su bombín, Polichinela se fugó con Arlequín. Hay mariposas de arrabal que nunca aprenden a volar, vinagre y rosas a la hora de cenar”
“Ya ves, llegar a fin de mes no era con ella asunto de dinero. Se trataba más bien de merecer un tren de pasajeros, el tsunami de un mar hecho mujer, dispuesto en cada ola a renacer. Se llamaba Herejía, cómo voy a saber si me engañaba cuando me mentía”
“González era un ángel menos dos alas, González era un santo por lo civil, un dandy con un ojo a la funerala, tan rojo, tan Oviedo y tan zascandil”
-Joaquín Sabina
From JoaquinSabina.net