Monday, 25 July 2011

canal fields feels

CS

Una hoja. Una página.

-Steps:
Introducing yourself.
Be versatil
Ask as many questions as you can
Be good with the cats. Even when they might be blind.
Una casa. Un sofá. Una intrusa.
Mi historia memorizada.
Su historia contada.
Wash the dishes
Tell your story
Listen theirs
Say good-bye and thank you.

Start over and over again.

Saturday, 23 July 2011

Back to black

I tried to tell you... oui, in my way
I tried to explain you... si, con mis trazos
una verdad a voces, de instantes sagrados
me quité mis ojos y te los di en tus manos

Me esmeré como esmeralda.
I tried so hard. I promess.
I dared to take the risk
To lose everything I had
every simple material thing
and every simple piece of my heart

I left a land, a country.
but in my words I got lost. And I lost you
and I lost myself in the game.

Life is taking risks
Life is giving. Now I know that is receiving as well.
I got your message. I got your sadness. I got your perspective of life
and I tried to understand it all. And I did.
People die, like Amy with wine, in her house
I didnt die.
I tried to avoid all those things that might made me die.
Now I dont like cocaine.
I have my own speed of recovering
Ive touched the sky and the hell
I´ve cried in Paris like a child.
All my tears went into the river
the same river which took me to here, through the same canal.

Love is a loosing game. I lost you and I lost me.
But Love is also a winning game.
When you have nothing to lose you find yourself. Then again. But stronger.
You born again.
You are able to see all those posibilities
Is like you were blind.

Ahora toco el sonido con los dedos.
Hoy portishead me lo dijo, the Books me lo dijeron
mensajes de vida. Simples momentos.
Todo coincidía. Tenía razón.
No importa el sitio, ni el cómo ni el porqué.
Si estamos juntos (as). Mi casa es tu casa.
Lo importante es afrontar todo aquello.
Lo importantes es matar al ego
matar el miedo.

Vencer al fuego
No eres nada si no arriesgas. Por lo menos un centimetro de tiempo.
No ganas nada si no te inclinas un poco más a sentir el vértigo de ese viento.
Ahora que regreso de Paris a Londres. La ciudad sigue aqui. La gente sigue muriendo.

Donde existió en mi la duda. La muerte segura.
Donde la muerte fué mi camino. El susto del darse cuenta.
La gran decisión. La valiente cobardía.

Un poco mas conciente, agradecida.
Hoy te susurró el adiós que no quería aceptar antes.
Hoy lo entiendo un poco más.
Hoy yace todo mas claro... y mas negro y más blanco.

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

When I dont speak.


The clean execution.
Antisemita, antisocial, antidoping.

I have nothing but a silly smile. Sosa Insulsa
I have no words in french, just a few.
People in France are kind and polite.
People from XXXXX are strange.
---Underconstruction countries---
People from Roxipolis are...
I dont know people from there, just one girl.
(Id better not generalise)

Ive done something really bad/good.
I wrote your name on a piece of paper
yes, when I was sitting down in the middle of the bridge.
Oui, in Bordeaux.
I saw the river, I felt the wind
I was listening to the perfect song for the perfect moment.
I wrote your full name.
I traced the lines.
I ripped the paper into a small piece
I wrote your name, I felt your name.
I just let the piece of paper go.
Into the wild, into the river
I let you go.
I saw it flying
I saw my attatchment flying
I said goodbye to the sheet of paper
I said goodbye to you
and I found myself all alone
and I smiled.
It was a conspiration of pleasure
when no one would never understand.
People dont get people
You dont get me and darling I would never get you
Thats the only sad/happy true
We live by ourselves. 6000000000 people all by ourselves.
Its funny isnt it?

Au revoir

Friday, 8 July 2011