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YA BITCH! I know you are reading!




Enjoy your vacations with Fredrik. I wish you guys the best. Hope you are having A BLAST!
And the rest of you guys... you should read HER.

Say hello to my little friend.

Life is being such a bitch lately. But I sort of like bitches and so it's ok.
Changes everywhere and I'm barely trying to keep the rhythm.


Sometimes it's hard as hell, but I know only good things will come out of it.

Wish me luck... and strength. 

the silence beneath the bark / le silence sous l'écorce

Credits: joanna lurie

What an emo entry.

Today, while talking with a friend I realized I don't even know in what year I am living in. Everything has been so crazy lately. I feel so crazy lately. It has been like those years right before you die and right is like... I'm dieing. Not in a dramatic way, but just... simple and quietly.


Changes are happening, I know. And everything will be for the best.
But is tiresome, is stressing, is nerve-racking... and I just want a long nap, and a sincere conversation.

And yes, is 2011. Go figure!

Funeral Blues

by W.H. Auden

 
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Sin enie II.

En mi jardin hay de todo. Hay frutas y verduras, pastos verdes creciendo en todas direcciones e incluso un pequeno columpio en el que juego de tanto en tanto.
Exquisitas flores y frutas rodean el lugar con brillantes colores y es el sol el que los bana con vibrantes rayos de luz. Y estando ahi, entre tanta belleza y diversion, que me enfoco en las minusculas hierbas que carecen de lugar. Hierbas que bien podrian ser catalogadas "malas hierbas". Atrevidas plantas que asoman sus pequenos cuerpos entre los verdes pastizales... y salen, y pican y amenazan. 
Asi pues, me pregunto, como se acaba la mala hierba. Y si el arrancarla de raiz seria la mejor solucion... o solo cortarla y esperar que el dano sea suficiente para matarla. Y es que tengo miedo, miedo de tomarla entre mis manos y dejar que mi piel sea perforada por sus minusculas espinas...  como si incluso el mismo cuero de un par de guantes fuera a ser desgarrado si no se presta el cuidado necesario. Me pregunto si sera venenosa, o si tendra pequenas esporas que causen alergia. 


Asi que mejor espero, en mi columpio, mientras veo las frutas, me dejo banar por los rayos del sol y pienso en la mala hierba. Porque se que esta ahi, y aunque ella no me mire, yo la observo, temerosa de arrancarla de raiz.

Read it, learn it, live it.

HOW TO STEAL LIKE AN ARTIST (AND 9 OTHER THINGS NOBODY TOLD ME)

by Austin Kleon

No tengo enie.

Las pequenas luces vuelan a medio dia, revoloteando bajo la luz del sol, pero escondiendose bajo el contraste de lo oscuro. Vuelan rosando sus pequenos cuerpos y permitiendo que el aire les lleve a donde su voluntad indique. No hay tiempo, ni espacio, no hay motivos, ni penas. Solo aire, infinito y aborazador. Permanente e intangible.




Se dejan arrastrar mientras sus miseros cerebros solo se limitan a comprender terminaciones nerviosas automaticas. No hay suenos, ni temores.
Las funciones se pulverizan ante el poder del viento y son estas pequenas luces las que se dejan arrastrar sin oponer resistencia. Funcionando pero sin funcionar.
Inutiles maquinas del creador que solo revolotean hasta que sus cuerpos desfallecen, faltos de energia. Y asi no hay mas luces bajo el sol. No hay luces, no hay movimiento.


Y no, no, nunca fueron luces, solo insectos.

Today was my turn.

One of my dearest memories I have from my childhood is when my dad used to water the plants during the night. He would arrive from work and we would all go to the garden and sit under the black night.  The fresh air would combine with the fantastic smell of the wet soil while we would talk. And talk, and talk.
Life seemed so simple, but I imagine that's because I was only I child. 

I miss them.

Q#3 - What type of person attracts you?

Someone that is funny, intelligent, responsible, confident and unique.... I guess I'm going for the big price!