A piece for assorted lunatics

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We had our day but now it’s over
We had our song but now it’s sung
We had our stroll through summers clover
But summer’s gone now, our walkin’s done

So tell me gently who be your lover
Who be your lover after I’m gone
Will it be the moon that hears your sighin’
Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song

Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom
Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning
Will a rose be in your arms when I find

(Source: Spotify)

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15 things that make me happy

I was tagged by Aran (enespiral)

  1. Cinema in all its forms of expression. Watching it home, going to the movies, wasting time with it, making videos. 
  2. Music. Enough said. 
  3. To know that people like Julio Cortázar, John Darnielle, Ingmar Bergman, Rosa Parks or Lauren Bacall (just to name a few of them) exist or have existed. Role models, myths, idols, masters. 
  4. Living in Paris, at least at this time of my life. Absolutely not getting over my unshakeable love for this city. 
  5. Having family (closest members) and friendship (which is obviously my chosen family) as one of the main pillars of my life.
  6. Falling in love. More than once. Getting obsessed with a face, a smell, a voice.
  7. Sex, when I’m really capable of forgetting everything else. 
  8. Walking around, finding things and places by pure chance, taping it, getting lost. Taking some time to be alone. 
  9. Travelling. Feeling like a foreigner. Wanderlust in general. Not rooting completely anywhere, and feeling like you’re a part of everywhere you go or stay. 
  10. Nature. Swimming, being in water (sorry babe I’ve shamelessly taken this one from you, but it’s the truth). 
  11. Listening to someone you deeply admire. The fact that some of these people will believe in you and support you. 
  12. Staying home. Reading in bed. Watching Friends of Game of Thrones or whatever with my friends. Enjoying a really good meal, specially when I’ve cooked it with someone else. Waste time watching stupid videos on the Internet. 
  13. Discovering a new artist, a new photographer, a new album, a new filmmaker. 
  14. Giving up projects or ambitions that didn’t really belong to me. Find comfort in unexpected things. Just letting some things happen to you. 
  15. Get older and give less and less of a shit. Honestly, it’s so liberating. 

I tag: God I’m so lazy…I tag whoever wants to go on with the thing. ;)

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The Magnetic Fields - Meaningless

Meaningless
like when two fireflies flouresce
Just like everything I guess
yes yes yes
it was utterly meaningless

Even less
a little glimpse of nothingness
sucking meaning from the 
rest of this mess
Yes yes yes it was thoroughly meaningless

and if some dim bulb should say
we were in love in some way
kick all his teeth in for me
and if you feel like keeping on kicking
feel free

Meaningless
Who dare say it wasn’t meaningless?
Shout from the rooftops
and address the press
Ha ha ha it was totally meaningless


Pues eso. 

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I’m nurturing, I just wanna do my thing
And I’ll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing

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Canciones para entender la historia de mi país

1. Temps era temps, Joan Manuel Serrat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LoDJrDeYU4 

Temps era temps
que vam sortir de l’ou
amb l’or a Moscú,
la pau al coll,
la flota al moll
i la llengua al cul,
amb els símbols arraconats,
l’aigua a la font,
les restriccions
i l’home del sac.

Temps era temps
que més que bons o dolents
eren els meus i han estat els únics.
Temps d’estraperlo i tramvies,
farinetes per sopar
i comuna i galliner a la galeria.

Temps d‘“Una, Grande y Libre”,
"Metro Goldwyn Mayer",
"Lo toma o lo deja",
"Gomas y lavajes"
Quintero, León i Quiroga;
Panellets i penellons;
Basora, César, Kubala, Moreno i Manchón.

Temps era temps
que d’hora i malament
ho vam saber tot:
qui eren els reis,
d’on vénen els nens
i què menja el llop.
Tot barrejat amb el Palé,
i la Formación del
Espíritu Nacional
i els primers divendres de mes.

Senyora Francis, m’entén?
amb aquests coneixements,
què es podia esperar de nosaltres?
Si encara no sabem, senyora,
què serem quan siguem grans
els fills d’un temps,
els fills d’un país orfe

Fills d‘“Una, Grande y Libre”,
"Metro Goldwyn Mayer",
"Lo toma o lo deja",
"Gomas y lavajes"
Quintero, León i Quiroga;
Panellets i penellons;
Basora, César, Kubala, Moreno i Manchón.


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"I just think it [time] goes so bloody fast… I just really can’t believe how quickly it goes, and I think that we waste a lot of it. And I also think that’s the normal thing to do: people waste time. And that’s the only way I guess you can differentiate the good times from the bad."
John Wayne said about her: "One of the smartest of all Hollywood’s tempting women. Betty never flaunts her loveliness, nor her intellect. A man in her presence is conscious only of her charm."
Rest in peace, beautiful soul. 

"I just think it [time] goes so bloody fast… I just really can’t believe how quickly it goes, and I think that we waste a lot of it. And I also think that’s the normal thing to do: people waste time. And that’s the only way I guess you can differentiate the good times from the bad."

John Wayne said about her: "One of the smartest of all Hollywood’s tempting women. Betty never flaunts her loveliness, nor her intellect. A man in her presence is conscious only of her charm."

Rest in peace, beautiful soul. 

(Source: femalepersuasion, via grahamcarter)

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París es un centro, entendés, un mandala que hay que recorrer sin dialéctica, un laberinto donde las fórmulas pragmáticas no sirven más que para perderse. Entonces un cogito que sea como respirar París, entrar en él dejándolo entrar, neuma y no logos. 

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invisiblestories:

“Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of ‘Green’? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before the ‘beginning was the word.” 
― Stan Brakhage (via amospoe)

invisiblestories:

“Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of ‘Green’? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before the ‘beginning was the word.”


― Stan Brakhage (via amospoe)

(via experimentalcinema)