Comienzo de día

Afortunadamente no terminó tan mal como empezó: el maquillaje en el inodoro.

Que lindo.

un blog con dibujitos

Días extraños

- Ver los techos de otras casas desde un sexto piso.
- Escuchar música nueva y buena.
- Ir a La poularde y encontrarlo cerrado, entonces: Creppes & Waffles. Siempre es bueno...
- Tomar cerveza + tequila hasta muuy tarde en copitas que traen un cactus adentro
- Ir a almorzar a un restaurante-casa y tomar jugo de uva
- Recorrer los almacenes chinos en Galerías (!) y enamorarme de un vestidito que me quedó grande.
- Luego entrar a cine a ver Scary Movie 4 (!!!) Desear haber estado drogada para reírme
- Comer ensalada primavera en El Corral
- Tomar prestado el dvd original de Hellboy (son dos dvds llenos de bonus!!!)
- Encontrar e-mails inesperados y miedosos
- Volver a casa...y mañana a madrugar!

Que ojalá y tengan una muerte lenta y dolorosa

Odio a Pablo Milanés, a Mercedes Sosa y a Silvio Rodríguez. En ese orden.

Ya.

Is it?

Heaven isn't too far away...

I want a lover I don't have to love

I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.
I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view-
And out of here, no prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time...
Now it's two o'clock
the club is closed and we're up the block
Your hands on me;
I'm pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a boy who's too sad to give a fuck.
Where is the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here, but I'm not sure
I got the money if you've got the time
You said, "It feels good."
I said, "I'll give it a try."
(...)
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers they just play tragic
and the phone's ringing and the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching; let's just keep, keep singing...
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where is the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you..
But you...you write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
then hurt me..
then hurt me...
then hurt me...



(Bright eyes)

...

Have you ever been this low?
The taxis take you where you wanna go (away?)
Broken windows, endless television shows
I haven't ever been so low
I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody home
So much happening today
A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away
They draw the blinds and watch the show
Have you ever been so low?
I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody home
..nobody home


De vez en cuando viene bien llorar, y más aún con razón.