The whell

Uno se da cuenta de que ha perdido la capacidad de asombro cuando ya ni las más fúnebres decepciones lo sumen en ese asqueroso estado de autocompasión exacerbada y lastimosa necesidad de atención.

One's resolve grows stronger and wishes tend to be replaced by plans.

Qué pinche vida en el jodido tiempo y el chingado espacio.

And still all we have is a certain measure of power which helps us dictate what to do with the time we have to spend in this space, this dimension, this reality, this sole life.

Género Urbano-Alternativo: ¡Aquí voy!

Porque NO es Reggaeton.

6 de julio

De dos grandes manías/aficiones

Se vienen dos producciones que pintan impresionantes. Con la ilusión de que el trailer no supere a la realidad, dejo los videos promocionales del lanzamiento del videojuego Star Wars: The Old Republic y de la nueva serie Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas.

¡Qué rola! ¡Qué invitados!

Middle of the road - The Pretenders with Incubus, Kings of Leon, Iggy Pop & Shirley Manson

That's not me

A friend dies. That's not me.
They all get letters and notes. That's not me.
A father forbids. That's not me.
Two guys steal a coffin. That's not me.
There's a car pursuit across town streets. That's not me.
A conffin is returned. That's not me.
A funeral is celebrated. That's not me.
His friends celebrate him. That's not me.
A song is sung. That's not me.
Fireworks spray out of nowhere. That's not me.
They sit and drink and smoke and read each other's notes. That's not me.
She tells him he's not in their future plans. That's not me.
Sorrow all over the place. That's not me.
They both leave that same night, they're hitting London. That's not me.
She says: "I'm staying here and there's nothing wrong about it". That fuckin' could be me.
He chooses to go say good-bye. That's not me.
They invite him to join. He doesn't believe. He gets in the bus. Now they're three.
And that's not fuckin' me.
It hurts.

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