vendredi 18 février 2011

Y me detengo...

Y me detengo...

by on Tuesday, March 30, 2010 at 9:35pm
Pausa... pausa es una palabra que hoy dia no conozco.

Pausa es una palabra que hoy dia no me interesa conocer. No me interesa saber que significa. No me interesa que signifique nada. No quiero parar. No quiero que me paren. No quiero pausar. Quiero vivir a tope, a todo gas. Quiero vivir con prisas, en fin sin pausa.

Porque cuando paro, cuando me detengo vienes a mi mente. Vienes a mi cabeza. Te apoderas. Te adueñas de mis pensamientos, mis deseos y mis sentimientos.

Quiero explotar y decirte que noche y dia me detengo.

Que noche y día me siento mal cuando no estoy noche!!!
Let's play @ Hyde Park

Two gin & tonic please / Dos Gin tonics por favor!

Dos Gin tonics por favor // Two gin & tonic please!

by on Wednesday, September 1, 2010 at 12:22pm

De rentrée...

You think so? Either you are or you are not. Love is not something you can put in doubt. It is a wave that takes you ahead. It is a punch that knocks you out. It is a fire burning inside you. True love should destroy us to resurrect us later.

¿Crees que si?

O lo estas o no lo estas.

El amor no es algo que puedas poner en duda

Es una ola que se te lleva por delante

Un puño que te deja K.O.

Un incendio que te abrasa por dentro

El verdadero amor deberia destruirnos para resucitarnos después.

Je suis un homme LIBRE...

jeudi 17 février 2011

Cristopher Street Day: L'actualite d'un combat / La actualidad de un combate

Compartir reflexiones significa tomar partido por aquello que consideras justo y luchar por una sociedad mas libre. Mas libre significa, que las barreras que alejan a los ciudadanos que viven en esa sociedad no existan. Ya sea en la educacion, la salud, la justicia social o el empleo etc. En el siglo pasado, el combate fue contra la esclavitud. A primeras de este siglo, la integracion de millones de inmigrantes durante la gran ola. En los 20 el derecho de la mujer de ser, de existir en la sociedad.

Hoy dia, este combate se llama homofobia, estigma hacia los enfermos mentales y otra vez "los inmigrantes".

Es triste ver personas infundiendo odio a otros y entre ellos. Mas aun lo es, las razones en las que se apoyan. No hay excusa para ser homofobo. No hay razon para odiar. En la actualidad de un combate que no termina, apelo al pensamiento individual de cada uno para cambiar todos aquellos prejuicios que nos encarcelan y nos esclavizan. Nunca desaproveches una buena crisis para mejorar en el dia a dia.

Los homosexuales son los judios de hoy dia, pero eso puede cambiar. Si y solo si, TU estas dispuesto a cambiar. No mas crimenes de odio. No mas prejuicios. No mas discriminacion.

From Russia with Love

From Russia with love!

by Sven Erricson on Monday, September 13, 2010 at 4:51pm.

Put your Ipod or mp3 in shuffle and answer with a song each of the following questions:

1. Male or female? Another Brick in the wall (Minitel Rose)

2. Describe yourself: Automatic Imperfection (Marlango)

3. How do ppl feel around you? Back in the USSR (The Beatles)

4. Current relationship: 3 minutes to explain (Fedde Le Grand)

5. How do you feel about love? 1939 Returning (Pete Doherty)

6. What is your life like? Every now is past (Marlango)

7. If you had one wish what would you ask for? We are alive (Paul Van Dyk)

8. If someone says 'is this ok' you say: Fuck You (Lily Allen)

9. How would you describe yourself: Hammah (Culcha Candela)

10. What do you look for in a guy/girl? Quelqu’un m’a dit (Carla Bruni)

11. What do your friends think of you? Try me (Robi Draco Rosa)

12. What do you think of your parents: We are your friends (Justice vs Simian)

13. What do you think about often? We’ll meet again – Paris (Pete Doherty)

14. What do you think of your best friend? You’re so great (Blur)

15. What do you think of the person you like? We might as well be strangers (Keane)

16. What is your life story? Noir Desire (Vive la Fete)

17. What do you want to be when you grow up? The song to say good-bye (Placebo)

18. What do you think of when you see the person who you like? Under the influence (James Morrison)

19. What will you dance to at your wedding? Save the last dance (Michael Buble)

20. What will they play at your funeral? Proper Education (Eric Prydz vs Floyd)

21. What is your biggest secret? You know i’m no good (Amy Winehouse)

22. What do you think of your friends? Amistades peligrosas (Ella Baila Sola)

23. How do you feel about love? Your kisses are wasted on me (The Pipettes)

24. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Paris (Friendly Fires)

25. What will you re-post this as? From Russia with Love


dimanche 6 février 2011

A polish bus...

A polish bus...

on Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 12:08pm

Ding dong, the bell is ringing and I continue my life as usual because I’m expecting nobody. Ding dong, the bell is still ringing and I stop to think for a second that out there might be someone waiting for me to open the door. That there might be someone waiting for an opportunity to appear or an old ghost to kill. A minute later, I’m still thinking about what kind of reaction I should want to have in such a case. Time never plays our side unfortunately so by this long waiting time there should be no one still waiting outside.

It is this thought about the reaction I want to have that remembers me that I’m not the Soviet Union and it is not possible for me to “central plan” my feelings or reactions. That by some way, we’re supposed to be able to leave this hyper modernized automatic world and to join a further galaxy were time means allowance to commit.

Sometimes, that’s a way to take decisions. Not taking them at all and just waiting for them to uncover as they once show up. Unfortunately, life is not about covering and uncovering. It could include them both but it’s a mined area. Life is all about choices and responsibilities, about decisions and opportunities, it’s all about bells and doors either opening or closing just in front of our noses. And buses. Yes, buses and I’ve counted them all.

During peak hours in a normal day there can be up to 72 buses crossing my eyes before I get on bus 71 or 72 depending on how fast the driver opened and closed “the door”. And that’s only in rush hours. How is it during off peak time? Actually I don’t want to know. A line that can be traced shows that I am determined to get on and off any bus as soon as it appears. Well, not any but… (NO CENTRAL PLANNING)

This is one of these mornings where everything’s freezed because of a cold night but I see it rather fresh than dense breezed. Moreover, I approach positively to the fact that there’s no one still ringing my bell but that there might be someone waiting for me to ring the bell. This is not a hunting-hunted situation but another stop to get on the bus.

This all… This all come into being in Warsaw.

Why do we write?

I haven't stop writing but I haven't posted any new entry here. The reason for it: Facebook! I have been using way too much its "notes application" in order to sort out my writing curiosities. As for now on, I'm sticking back again to my blog.

During this personal quest for writing, I have been asked about why not just starting over? And frankly, it was under my consideration. I have thought of that. But at the same time it will be like cheating myself.

Life isn't always straight. Life isn't always structured by chapters. And I personally don't think that's such a bad thing. Let's take back this blog that I started 5 years ago when I decided moving to Berlin... city, where I currently live...