Hacía tiempo desde la ultima vez que escribia en serio acá. Esta vez verdaderamente se lo merece. Viernes 25 no tuve clases por el dia de la virgen de san nicolás. Golazo. Lo groso se venía cuando a las 8 fui a lo de Lautt para juntarme con VTH y de ahi zarpar con nico y lautt hacia La Trastienda, donde Mystery Jets estaba por abrir el Personal Fest.
Llegamos y nos encontramos con lucha y juan, habia comida y bebida gratis. 2º Golazo. La banda dio un increible show, verdaderamente felices del público que les toco. Al terminar el show fuimos corriendo hacia el Centro Cultural Zaguán, donde Mataplantas estaba por tocar. Llegamos justo a tiempo para presenciar el show, que fue buenisimo, hacía tiempo que tenia ganas de verlos y nunca encontraba la oportunidad. Al final me quedé hablando con Pablo De Caro un toque, para luego salir a una fiesta nazi-peruana con varios del nacional. Nos quedamos afuera hablando de la infancia.
Sabado 26. Un dia bastante paja que lo único que me mantenia despierto era el saber que a las 10 tocaba Prietto Viaja Al Cosmos Con Mariano en Plasma (que terminaron tocando a las 2 los hijos de puta). El show, además de dejarme sordo, fue increible. Con "feat" de varios amigos suyos en trompeta y guitarra en distintos temas, sumado a la onda que pegúe con Mariano y el setlist con un artwork de Prietto bien fumeta, cierran un fin de semana que definitivamente son los mejores años de tu vida.
19/9/09
16/9/09
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip”
But she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again.
I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate, I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.
She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said, believe a word she said.
At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation, from allergic reaction to a general anesthetic. She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions, in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide
to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore.
This thing hurts like hell,
but what did you expect?
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind,
A thousand years in perfect symmetry
Best known left wrist right finger, through all the Southern States, on every video games machine they call her triple A.
There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking, the chat show host, he joked “you have to wait for the government program”.
You talk about your politics, and I wonder if you could be one of them, but you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.
A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea, with the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier, you may look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away, and the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey, so the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world, but to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course.
The sea is a good place to think of the future.
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind,
A thousand years in perfect symmetry
A thousand years no getting rid of me
A thousand years in perfect symmetry.
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip”
But she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again.
I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate, I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.
She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said, believe a word she said.
At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation, from allergic reaction to a general anesthetic. She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions, in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide
to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore.
This thing hurts like hell,
but what did you expect?
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind,
A thousand years in perfect symmetry
Best known left wrist right finger, through all the Southern States, on every video games machine they call her triple A.
There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking, the chat show host, he joked “you have to wait for the government program”.
You talk about your politics, and I wonder if you could be one of them, but you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.
A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea, with the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier, you may look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away, and the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey, so the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world, but to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course.
The sea is a good place to think of the future.
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind,
A thousand years in perfect symmetry
A thousand years no getting rid of me
A thousand years in perfect symmetry.
12/9/09
5/9/09
De las 3 personas que leen este blog, solo 1 sabe que este texto esta dedicada a ella. Lo pienso de nuevo y me impresiona saber que nos habremos encontrado como 5 veces, pero que siento que viví una eternidad: viajes, alegrías, cumpleaños, muertes, etc. etc. etc. Ese es el tema con nosotros. Siempre estamos hablando, casi nunca hay una acción entre nosotros, y cuando la hay se puede decir que es hasta incomoda. Siento que recorro un camino con vos, no planeo que se termine. Habremos hablado millones de veces, pero me acuerdo de todas esas y hasta te puedo decir lo bien que la pasé, conociendote cada vez un poco mas. Las palabras nos representan, también la imaginación. La imaginación, uf. Mucha de esa. Estamos locos, decimos boludeces, cosas sin sentido, pero que al final del dia terminamos queriendonos cada vez mas por esa boludez (ya sea algodón de azucar o lo que sea). Ese es el punto de todo esto. No te conozco, pero te quiero como a un hermano. Sos muchas cosas juntas en uan sola persona, me atrapaste al instante cuando te conocí.
Ja, me acuerdo de esa noche. Casi por el final me dijiste "¿Sabés que? Me caes bien, y es algo dificil que lo admita". Eso me quedó grabado en la cabeza, fue genial. Despues fuimos conociendonos y vi lo demente que eras. En fin, para resumir. Sos algo muy groso que forma parte de mi y que no se va a despegar jamás, eso te lo dije. Sos como un tumor amigable. Te quiero mucho, y lo sabés.
Ja, me acuerdo de esa noche. Casi por el final me dijiste "¿Sabés que? Me caes bien, y es algo dificil que lo admita". Eso me quedó grabado en la cabeza, fue genial. Despues fuimos conociendonos y vi lo demente que eras. En fin, para resumir. Sos algo muy groso que forma parte de mi y que no se va a despegar jamás, eso te lo dije. Sos como un tumor amigable. Te quiero mucho, y lo sabés.
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