Le dije ayer a una amiga que me preguntaba que qué tal mi corazoncito: me acuerdo pero ya no pienso. Como si de cosas distintas se trataran. Y supongo que sean distintas. Te puedes acordar de alguien pero realmente no significa que pienses en esa persona. A lo mejor me estoy liando con los términos pero yo sí veo la diferencia. El acordarse es inevitable. Puede pasar cuando escuchas una canción, cuando les un libro o cuando hablas con uno que tiene el mismo bonito acento o mientras comes la comida de su pueblo que tanto te gusta. Pero es que desde el exterior te trae de vuelva una persona. Acordarse también implica algo de pena, una pena dulce y discreta porque normalmente son los buenos recuerdos los que tiene una y resulta que son sólo eso: buenos recuerdos. Acordarse no depende de nosotros. Viene desde fuera hacía dentro de tu cabeza y de tu corazón y trae a tu presente cosas que tu misma ya considerabas totalmente dormidas.
Pensar es otro rollo. Pensar es algo activo, voluntario y que viene desde dentro hacía todo los poros. Pensar es querer que esté. Es imaginarse con él jugando un partido de fútbol, viendo la tele, bebiendo vino. No pensar significa que ya no te imaginas nada, no te preguntas, ya no quieres saber porqué no funcionó, ni te immporta y tampoco esperas que nazca otra vez en la maceta vacía la bonita flor de antes.
Me acuerdo pero no lo pienso aunque haga del no pensamiento un tema de un post desencantado .
09 agosto 2007
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Todo está muy bien explicado en la mejor canción del año, y quizá el mejor disco (aquí tocada por Kevin Barnes sin maquinitas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWIwe4Bu86A )
que dice
the past is a grotesque animal
and in its eyes you see
how completely wrong you can be..2x
the sun is out
it melts the snow that fell yesterday
makes you wonder
why it bothered
i fell in love
with the first cute girl that i met
who could appreciate Georges Bataille
standing at a Swedish festival
discussing "story of the eye", discussing "story of the eye"
it's so embarassing to need someone like i do you
how can i explain?
i need you here
and not here too..
how can i explain
i need you here
and not here too
i'm flunking out, i'm flunking out
i'm gone, i'm just gone
but at least i author my own disaster
at least i author my own disaster
performance breakdown
and i don't wanna hear it
i'm just not available
things could be different
but they're not...
things could be different
but they're not
the mousey girl screams "violence, violence!" "violence, violence!"
she gets hysterical
cause they're both so mean
and it's my favorite scene
the cruelty's so predictable
makes you sad on the stage
though our love project has so much potential
but it's like we weren't made for this world
though i wouldn't really wanna meet someone who was
do i have to scream in your face?
i've been dodging lamps and vegetables
throw it all in my face
i don't care-
let's just have some fun
let's tear the shit apart
let's tear the fucking house apart
let's tear our fucking bodies apart,
let's just have some fun
somehow you've red-rovered
the Gestapo circling my heart
and nothing can defeat you
no death, no ugly world
you've lived so brightly
you've altered everything
i find myself
searching for old selves
while speeding forward
through the plateglass of maturing cells
i fed the unraveler
the paw hellion
but even apocolypse is fleeting
there's no death, no ugly world
sometimes i wonder if you're mythologizing me
like i do you
apologizing me like i do you
we want our film to be beautiful
not realistic
see me in the radiance of terror dreams
you can betray me
you can, you can betray me
teach me something wonderful
crown my head crown my head
with your lilting effects
project your fears onto me
i need to view them,
see there's nothing to them
i promise you there's nothing to them
i'm so touched by your goodness
you make me feel so criminal
how do you keep it together?
i'm all, all unraveled
but'cha know
no matter where we are
we're always touching by underground wires
i've explored you with the detachment
of an analyst
but most nights
we've raided the same kingdoms
and none of our secrets are physical
none of our secrets, are physical
none of our secrets, are physical now
Thays aguardo com ansiedade um post sobre o triângulo Hamilton-ron dennis-Alonso
PS: De ha uns tempos para ca que o teu blog voltou a estar bastante mais saudavel... se é q me entendes. até pra semana. xau
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