here's to old stuff, still good.

There'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am

I don't think that I could take another empty moment
I don't think that I could fake another hollow smile
Well, it's not enough just to be lonely
I don't think that I could take another talk about it

And just like me, you’ve got needs
And they're only a whisper away
And we're softly surrendered
To these lives that we've tendered away

There'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I'm marking it down to learning
Cause I can

I don't wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
I don't wanna be somewhere where I just don't belong
Where it's not enough just to be sorry (sorry)
Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in

I tried to be more than me
And I gave until it all went away
And we're only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters that we've made

I am all that I'll ever be
When you Lay your hands
Over me
And don't go weak on me please
I know that it's weak
But, God help me, I need this
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I'm marking it down to learning
Cause I can.

Rob Thomas
(M20)

uyy..cundooooooooooo llevátelo: (ps: loved the answer):

i can't believe is not butter (damn!)

Lo veo y no lo creo, mi favorita de ese album y carajo anda de su cuenta en youtube (bitch, haha nice touch):

Confesión de invierno.- 23/11/2008

Consuelo en el conocimiento de saberle,
Al menos eso tiene,
Que envidia, le tiene,
Le canta y le escribe por el alivio de saberle,
Que envidia, se inspira,
En el amor se inspira.

Consuelo le tiene,
Mientras envidio a Consuelo, escribo,
Para mí,
Porque no le sé,
No lo es,
No lo fue,
Ella le sabe,
yo no le puedo esperar,
he llorado,
Sucumbí en aquella noche,
Ya no le puedo esperar,
derramé el último deseo y afecto,
partieron del brazo de mi sábanas de rayas anchas,
en rojo, amarillo, y azul,
Es la última vez que le escribo,
le he llorado.


Al vencerse el plazo, el mío,
Cuidaste que no me revele,
Cuidaste que no me revele,
Cuidaste que me rompiese,
silenciosamente, me rompiese,
En veinte, en cincuenta, en mil,
en lo que quisieses, me rompiese,
Al hacerse nada mi razón,
Igual rompí mi afecto sin consultarle,
Deseé un consuelo,
una estela,
deseé por el bálsamo de su afecto,
Pero aquella noche he llorado,
he llorado,
Inmóvil en la estancia de lo pretendido,
he renunciado,
Con el puntapié de la suficiencia partió el afecto,
Bañado de su antítesis,
Le he borrado, igual que toda garantía creída,
fatuamente creída,
Para poder reclamarle,
he desistido,
en una noche.

Tachando las sinfonías que mi corazón le cantaba:
Todo por lágrimas contenidas,
Secuestradas,
Rescatadas en un anochecer perezoso,
Aletargado,
Sin ser siquiera merecedor de una de ellas;
siendo,
el sabor del mes en su paladar.

Le he escrito, una última.

a.b.v.n.

De vicio,
sensibilidad aferrada como pícaro a su botín,
u algo menos,
se amarra a la cintura de una santera,
un olor es familiar,
y el familiar un extraño,
necesitado.

Ánimo de vicio,
aliento de riquezas,
libertad.

Y en un respiro libre,
se marcha,
caduca,
y fue el siete.

El uno,
a uno,
el dos,
al ánimo de vicio,
el tres,
al interés apócrifo,
el cuatro,
al escamoteo,
el cinco,
a los colores,
el seis,
a lo callado,
el siete,
a lo mejor.

a.b.v.n.

p.s. note to self: Still I am, I'll always be the girl who loves the way it should be..

Finito.

"Ni por ti, ni por mí, ni por nadie.."

Vivir,
solamente por dejar mis huellas
y por grabar mi nombre en un altar.
Malgastar mi tiempo yo no lo haré jamás
Ni por ti, ni por mí, ni por nadie.

Amar, Solamente por sentirme superior
ser como un dios que solo puede dar amor
yo no soy capaz de ser tan tonto no
ni por ti, ni por mí, ni por nadie
ni por ti, ni por mí, ni por nadie

Deja, deja
que bailen los dioses
deja, que los héroes bailen

Eminencia, yo no soy feliz,
me siento solo, la vida me maltrata
no soy digno de su confianza
y no merezco su llanto
siento vértigo
me he decepcionado

Jamás,
exhibiría mi alma en un museo
ni subastaría mi amor a un comprador
ni por ti, ni por mí, ni por nadie
ni por ti, ni por mí, ni por nadie

Deja,
deja
que bailen los dioses
deja, que los héroes bailen
que yo solo soy un hombre
bailo solo para nadie, para nadie
para nadie
para nadie

Robi Draco Rosa.-

WOAH! o será uwao? ó uwau!? ...wao..tremendo (que sensualidad!!)

Que me mata! que me encanta pero en vivo..ya es otra onda...(me mata y revive a la vez)





My eyes adore you
So many others always say
Tomorrow’s before you
All of us mustn’t play the game

So many days so many nights
of love sweet love
hold on don’t wake up
Hold on to your life
Tomorrow’s alive
tonight

I know, I know how you feel
Most of us spend our lives waiting
for someone like you
it’s a new day

I know, I know how you feel
it doesn’t matter what you say
some days will fall
some days will run away
but I know when we come
someone will pave the way
Some win your heart and give you freedom from a lousy day

Why are you so cold?
Is it funny when I fall?
You’re beautiful
Sinful

But tomorrow’s our day
and your ways break my fall

My eyes adore you
as the river flows
Confused and dim
I’ll be burning in your water
Again and forever
washing away these sins

I know, I know how you feel
Most of us spend our lives waiting
for someone like you
it’s a new day

I know, I know how you feel
it doesn’t matter what you say
some days will fall
some days will run away
but know when we come
someone will pave the way
some win your heart and give you freedom from a lousy day

Why are you so cold?
Is it funny when I fall?
You’re beautiful
Sinful

But tomorrow’s our day
and your ways break my fall
Why you so cold
yet beautiful

Draco.-

For every meaningful thing one can only suspect it portrays or says and every interpretation one can only give or serve…this is an old time favorite:

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
For those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

Sting.-

"'Cause what you got inside, ain't where your love should stay,..,our love, sweet love, ain't love' til you give your heart away"

:O, páh!

Años después te entiendo.
a.b.v.n.


You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you love

The space between
The tears we cry...
Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
The space between...
The wicked lies we tell and hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again

These fickle fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we’re playing

We’re strange allies
With warring hearts
What a wild eyed beast you be

The space between
The wicked lies we tell and hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again
Will I hold

Look at us spinning out in the madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like the devil in the church
In the middle of a crowded room
All we can do my love
Is hope we don’t take this ship down

The space between 
Where you smile and hide
Is where you’ll find me if I get to go

The space between
The bullets in our fire fight
Is where I’ll be hiding waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into your room

The space between
our wicked lies is
Where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand
Cause we’re walking out of here
Right out of here
Love is all we need dear

The space between
What’s wrong and right
Is where you’ll find me hiding
Waiting for you

The space between
In your heart and mine
Is the space we’ll fill with time

The space between.

dave matthews band

words are very ...

Ensordecen,
Señales que ensordecen,
las altas, las silentes,
las aletargadas,
las del nunca, o jamás.

Ensordece,
Lo sobrado,
Inútil,
El verbo del corazón,
Sus decires, sus trovas,
sinceridad detallada,
pureza fútil,
Así le sentís,
Ensordece,
Axiomáticamente,
Su silencio lo dice.

Enmudece,
apatía omnipresente,
Anuda la garganta,
Anida de allí al corazón,
Enloquece,
alma silente,
Aguarda el pensamiento,
Teme.

Fatiga,
incertidumbre,
agota la certeza final: soledad.
Quizás, tal vez, no sé…
irrelevantes.

Intentos fallidos,
enmudece: corazón

a.b.v.n.

Ani lo dijo y yo lo secundo:

The answer came
like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus, you weren't listening
you were stockpiling canned goods
making a bomb shelter of our basement
and I can't believe you let the moral go by
while you were soaking in the product placement.

And where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?

I'm a good kisser
and you're a fast learner
and that kinda thing could float us
for a pretty long time
and then one day you'd realize
you've memorized my phone number
and you'll call it and find
it's a disconnected line
'cause i got tossed out the window of love's el camino
and I shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb
you were smoking me
weren't you?
between your yellow fingers
you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word.

where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?

There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
a whole childhood of potions
that are all bottled up
and so one by one i am dusting off labels
I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups
so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
and I'll have a taste of mine
but first let's toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the things that we promise to do
differently next time

'cause the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus I'm not listening to you anymore
my head is too sore and my heart's perforated
and I'm mired in the marrow of my well ain't that funny bone
learning how to be alone and devastated
and where was my conscience?
where was my consciousness?
and what do I do with all these letters
that I wrote to myself
but cannot address?

Ani DiFranco.-

Versos Sencillos.- *end.-

".......
Amo los patios sombríos
Con escaleras bordadas;
Amo las naves calladas
Y los conventos vacíos.

Amo la tierra florida,
Musulmana o española,
Donde rompió su corola
La poca flor de mi vida."

José Martí.-

l.i.n.e.

A certain friend,

He or she,

From an era,

Conversation turns, tête-à-tête turned,

Off, On, Cut;

He or she, or they, both, talk,

Language is not adequate,

An a photograph is a theme,

The same,

From this era,

As punctual as their arrival,

It only takes a theme or two,

Before the arrival,

words are not tolerable.

Then turn,

always turned,

Tuned,

A certain friend,

From past eras,

And to come,

A certain friend,

Panic bed,

Panic.

Beep beep,

A brain,

Beep beep,

Death threat,

Watched her in silence,

Watched her in her silence,

Death threats her or him, them, both,

She, she,

She’s deadly,

She’s in danger,

But she, she,

Which one, what one, who’s one,

They, both, dread death, for opposite reasons.

a.b.v.n.

Sensation

Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue :
Rêveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la nature, heureux comme avec une femme.

Mars 1870.
Arthur Rimbaud.-

(homme)


Four Nails IV by Vladimir Borowicz

Segundo planteamiento del día (by me)

"A menos que estemos hablando de clases de teatro, ópera o actuación, o un género fílmico, díganle NO al drama!"

a.b.v.n.

La anatomía de Grey y algo más. (venting!)

La anatomía de Grey = la anatomía de drama innecesario.

(Aquí el porque dejé de ver la serie hace “siglos”<----- exageración típica de nosotros (dominicanos))

Adictos al drama: de por si la humanidad entera lo es, es como vivir en la sub-cultura de los “emokids” entiéndase “lloriqueo sobrado” que no es necesariamente superfluo.

Es como “boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they fall in love, or maybe not, he falls or she falls, either way one of them says WTH! And goes for it, it works, or maybe not, but you keep trying if you truly want it to happen…” y eventualemente “boy and girl fall madly in love” y no es un happily ever-after, pero es como respirar: el aire está contaminado y todo lo demás pero sigues respirando porque al final quieres vivir, y ver todo lo bueno y lo malo que se cruzará en tu camino,....sigues respirando.

Entonces, por qué tanto drama!?

Por qué enviar el mensaje, erróneo, de que para amar hay que sufrir tanto?

Si quieres quiere, y si no pues deja ser, vivir, amar,….pero deja ser,

Esa aprehensión enfermiza de que “te quiero pero no te lo digo, no te lo demuestro,....pero tampoco te puedo soltar porque no quiero que me superes, que me superes sin haberte superado” queeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (y perdonen la expresión) maldita mierrrrrrrrrrrrrrda es esa!?

Si eso es gente, supuestamente madura, que se puede esperar de mocos@s como yo?

Es un error garrafal vender la idea de que no importa en cual nivel de nuestras vidas estemos, estamos igual de jodidos (perdón nuevamente!), porque somos emocionalmente incapaces de dejar el orgullo y las pendejadas a un lado!, y no es que no sea cierto, pasa, pasa con mas frecuencia de la que me gustaría admitir, sin embargo no hay porque idealizar ese mundo de sollozo, al menos no en el amor.

No se supone que el amor es el único escape que existe para nosotros? …el escape de cada elemento que está ahí y que diariamente nos causa infelicidad, es el “algo” que ha de hacerte sonreír, soñar, …pensar, respirar…vivir, …

Al complicar todo se va la magia, se va la pureza, se va lo que se idealiza del amor: el amor.

Lo que callamos dice más de lo que decimos: no soy buena callando mis pensamientos, pero tengo un master callando mis sentimientos, no por esa necesidad de drama, sino el contrario,…he decidido que prefiero callar todo lo que me molesta o pueda lacerarme, de alguien que carga mi afecto, sea quien sea, cuando sea, donde sea, simplemente porque no quiero que se vaya la magia. …aunque sé que se irá la pureza, tan solo porque soy emotiva, soy sensible, y presto atención, demasiada: a los detalles que no se dan, y las palabras que no se dicen, y la gentileza que no veo, y todo aquello que puede lesionarme, por ello callo.

Callo porque es mejor sufrir solo que acompañado, a demás el vino rinde más si es así y callo porque me canso de querer decirle algo a alguien que puede o no interesarle, sobre todo porque temo no interesarle.

a.b.v.n.

Ps: díganle no al drama.

Planteamiento del día (by me)

"I dread a live without faultless love, mostly because I dread to know death before..."


a.b.v.n.

3:39 a.m.

Again.

It always makes me cry...une chanson..

Chanson de la plus Haute Tour

Oisive jeunesse
À tout asservie,
Par délicatesse
J'ai perdu ma vie.
Ah ! Que le temps vienne
Où les cœurs s'éprennent.

Je me suis dit : laisse,
Et qu'on ne te voie :
Et sans la promesse
De plus hautes joies.
Que rien ne t'arrête,
Auguste retraite.

J'ai tant fait patience
Qu'a jamais j'oublie ;
Craintes et souffrances
Aux cieux sont parties.

Et la soif malsaine
Obscurcit mes veines.

Ainsi la Prairie
À l'oubli livrée,
Grandie, et fleurie
D'encens et d'ivraies
Au bourdon farouche
De cent sales mouches.

Ah ! Mille veuvages
De la si pauvre âme
Qui n'a que l'image
De la Notre-Dame !
Est-ce que l'on prie
La Vierge Marie ?

Oisive jeunesse
À tout asservie,
Par délicatesse.
J'ai perdu ma vie.
Ah ! Que le temps vienne
Où les cœurs s'éprennent !


Arthur Rimbaud.-

EST-ELLE almée?.- A.R.

EST-ELLE almée ?... aux premières lueurs bleues
Se détruira-t-elle comme les fleurs feues...
Devant la splendide étendue où l'on sente
Souffler la ville énormément florissante !
C'est trop beau ! c'est trop beau ! mais c'est nécessaire
- Pour la Pêcheuse et la chanson du Corsaire,
Et aussi puisque les derniers masques crurent
Encore aux fêtes de nuit sur la mer pure !

(Juillet 1872)

Arthur Rimbaud.-

Preludio (de un final).-

“Avanzo y escribo,
Decido y camino, las ganas que quedan se marchan con vos,
Se apaga el deseo, ya no me entreveo…… y hablar es lo que se me da mejor,
Con los ojos no te veo, se que se me viene el mareo y es entonces cuando quiero salir a caminar.” - Bajofondo Feat. Gustavo Cerati “El Mareo”, Mar Dulce, 2007.


Preludio de este precario y apartado,
En todo, en menos,
Si llega o si no.

Como obertura de ópera,
Sin el cachet, ni vestuario,
Nada es Plácido, y no Callas los pensamientos,
Y en ausencia de mi misma, me siento, hoy en día,
Como el mirar fijamente un punto, mirar,
no es más que mirar.

Solía observarte, tímidamente, te admiraba,
no enaltecido,
tan solo te observaba detenidamente,
te observé,
y hoy comprendo, solo te miré.

Solía añorar el quererte,
Paralizada,
Y en un pensamiento me arriesgué,
Con palabras me arrojé,
Abrí sin condición cada entrada de mi alma,
Y sin dar un paso perduraste, tanto, tanto…
Siempre estático,
Siempre inmóvil;
Y me he cansado,
Has tardado, tanto, tanto,
En un paso,
Simple, único…
Determinante,
Me he cansado.

Hubiese podido ...,
Ininterrumpidamente,
Hubiese podido ...,
Con mi ojos, con mis labios,
Con las manos que hoy te dicen adiós,
En estas palabras que vuelven a ser mías,
Te digo adiós, después de tanto… tanto…,
Despido este sentimiento de mi corazón.
Me he cansado.

a.b.v.n.

The Dark Knight Premiere (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

Even though I already saw it last Friday, August 8th, I still went to the so called Official Premiere today (and by so called I mean because the premiere, with invitation, was actually held on Tuesday August 12th) here and for my (actually both Raúl and I) disgrace when we arrived to The Bella Vista Cinemas they were already sold out, pre-sell, except for the 9:30 p.m. function, yet it was 4:00 p.m. needless to say there was no way in Gotham City we were going to wait from 4 to 9.

With our spirits down we arrived at the Acropolis Cinemas, because basically and to be kind lets just say we dislike that theater, and attended the 6:10 p.m. function. No further distractions, no kids crying, interpreters, nor talking heads of any kind, yet I do have something to vent about: what in batman's hell happened that caused several minutes of the movie to be cut?? I have absolutely no intention to "blow this out of proportion" solely because I already watched the movie and I know as a fact they were cut, and what was cut, so in my mind I had this little "asshole" laughing and thinking "buawhahahaha I know" still, that ruined the moment's mood and most of all I wanted to see the reaction of the room to that moment, also it kinda ruined further events related to that scene.

Films are meant to pay attention to them in order to see clearly the development of the story, understand them for what they are, either plain entertainment or meaningful and insightful themes that might make sense or not, yet have this impact on the way things are percieved, things or people for that matter, our human condition is limited by what we experience, see, breathe, taste, etc., but that's it, we're selfish in a deeper way than all obvious things already stated by so many, just the idea that someone's actions are wrong mainly because we do not understand them, nor the nature of the same or the out-come, or because we are fisically, mentally and humanly unable to see beyond our bloody noses.
Someone said to me that "to see things like that" only helps to justify "wrong doings" and "socially repressed actions" and the only thing I could respond to that was "and by being pointing fingers and judging what we don't understand or are afraid of is what exactly? isn't that an easy way to step-back and let other do the "dirty work" of saying, without any kind of moral grounds, who or what is wrong or right?" ..isn't easier to try and live our lifes causing the less damage or pain possible, to others and ourselves?.

Well, this is about The Dark Knight, I loved everything about the movie, my only concern is the cape crusader's voice, -something I already said the 1st time I saw it-, even though Batman Begins had that factor incorporated to it, this time they took it to another level, and I really don't think is a smart move. Some might say "hey it's that's the whole point, it's part of who he is" but I'm not quite convinced yet, it's over-done, too much, the Batman's voice in BB has a better appeal to me, yet that's the only thing I believe should be taken care off, next time; loved the film, great cinematography, art direction, costum design, especial effects, Heath L.'s Joker will be difficult to top, by any villian in the Gotham criminal family or any Comic Book based film's villian-billed actor; Aaron E's Harvey Dent/2-Face fantastic, SOLD, the man delievered, I didn't expect any less than that, I knew, I knew, he is a great actor, too bad people notice that when blockbusters are involved; Morgan F's Lucius Fox, I don't even have to say it and the same goes with Michael Caine's Alfred, they're Knights, as simple and determinating as that.

Get the movie fixed, no scene-cut bs and also, we need IMAX theaters here.

a.b.v.n.