and as the illness comes again

It´s back.
As the illness comes again...
yesterday
during the night the cunt
while i was asleep.
It woke me up and would not let go of me.
Images,sounds,thoughts.
Driving me mad.
Insomnia

please let it not last
please let me be sane for the next days, the last effort,

just enough to sail everyone away.

please

please let go of me.
im powerless, to it´s horror i kneel down,
trembling, death, sadness,
the wind scattering my ashes
fragmented

never a whole

please

The end of the season

Otro adiós...
Another goodbye
my house feels empty these days, it misses the rattle rattle of my thoughts, sweeping the floor after me. The boys are gone and only the ghost of the pale lady has stayed there, mourning for the days that will never come.
Who knows when i´ll go back. This project comes to an end, sadly, in a bad manner and maybe one of these days I´ll tell you about the eyes in the jungle and the smell of smoked wood. But not today. Today we are about to say goodbye. I´m opening doors and windows, searching the corners for some lost dream, I think I left a little bit of idleness in the backyard...
This other house will soon be filled with rage and uncertainty, with long hours under the sun waiting for news. With the souls of a thousand different lifes that we´ve picked up in the jungle.
And all those steps walked.
All for nothing.
Some might say nothing comes for nothing. But sitting here, watching as the hours of shooting escape like grains of sand between my fingers, I feel overwhelmed.

And maybe there are other doors waiting back home. But I know there is more blood behind them, tattoed tears in the face like the ones I carry inside of me. But that´s my curse, my star, never clear the line beteween the price and choice.

But I was saying goodbye.
Don´t know if I´m coming back.
Quick, turn off the lights, before melancholy grabs hold of us, run, run afar and catch a boat that returns you to safe shores.
Goodbye! Goodbye!

Maybe it is time to say goodbye

Oh, por las barbas de las barbas, deja de ser tan intenso.
ya es aburrido y bienvenido a mi vida, ¿no te conte? me dicen señora mi nombre es dolor y mi sangre es venganza, o sea, mega intensa punto com y realmente tu folklore personal me abruma y duele.
Por favor relajate.
Un mensaje desde un lugar perdido entre las montañas donde las cosas SI pasan de verdad y no la nata de una pequeña vida de detalles a la cual me niego a rendirme.

Dejar ir.
ya es hora

Tributes

1930-2007

Estos tiempos han sido tiempos de decir adiós. A amigos, a conocidos, a mentores, a compañeros, a cómplices. De más de una manera. Y quedamos otros, aferrándonos desde una frágil ramita a la intemperie de un muy crudo invierno. Pero llegará la primavera y con su clima más benigno, con suerte, podremos ver salir el sol.

Los atardeceres más hermosos ocurren en invierno. Que valgan como tributo para aquellos que no están.

Gracias Young angry man por la foto.

And let us hope for those that are still here, that they remain.

i´ll wait

I don't believe in an interventionist
GodBut I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O LordInto my arms,
O LordInto my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

nick cave and the bad seeds

why not start the year with a little melancholy courtesy of mr. dark himself.
because i believe that for a second everything was real.
we stumbled and for a brief moment our paths touched each other.
so i´ll close my eyes and i´ll keep your image as it was that night that you stood awake while i was sleeping.
and i´ll make a quiet toast to the replicants whose moments are lost in time.

now, alone, in my new home, in the middle of the hills and the jungle where the gods are always thirsty for blood, i am thinking of leaving the door open. just in case.

happy new year

i´ll wait

I don't believe in an interventionist
GodBut I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O LordInto my arms,
O LordInto my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

nick cave and the bad seeds

why not start the year with a little melancholy courtesy of mr. dark himself.
because i believe that for a second everything was real.
we stumbled and for a brief moment our paths touched each other.
so i´ll close my eyes and i´ll keep your image as it was that night that you stood awake while i was sleeping.
and i´ll make a quiet toast to the replicants whose moments are lost in time.

now, alone, in my new home, in the middle of the hills and the jungle where the gods are always thirsty for blood, i am thinking of leaving the door open. just in case.

happy new year