Joy Division - Atmosphere

Tributo a la atemporalidad y trascendencia de un gran artista.

Lejos es mas cerca

15 años deseando volver a esta tierra del norte, de los frios, las bicicletas y las noches largas. Una nostalgia que anuncia la partidura profunda que hay en mi identidad. Una llaga.
Al principio no creia poder sobrevivir, tan lejos de lo "mio", "yo". Un tiempo que ahora parece anecdotico y breve encarno la transicion. Una adolescencia atormentada por un vacio, que en realidad estaba ahi desde antes.
Crecer con el dolor del exilio de unos padres incansablemente decididos a volver a lo "mio", "yo"...una insinuacion de ese vacio.
Ahora estoy aca nuevamente; la nieve es hermosa, las amistades reaparecen y se confirman recuerdos y vivencias, reconozco todo! Y porfin entiendo lo "mio", "yo"; la certeza de lo que es aquel vacio.
Son los sabores que tiene el pasar en cada sitio donde una persona se encuentra segura de pertenecer. Son las personas que marcan, los olores que persisten, las calles de noche, las penurias y frustraciones (propias y colectivas), las estaciones, las canciones, texturas, y por sobre todo un intenso sentimiento irracional que dice: cuando estoy lejos siento que realmente estoy mas cerca.

Original v/s Cover

A beautiful song that reminds me of my teens. The original is by Sisters of Mercy. Found this excellent cover just some minutes ago, by Nouvelle Vague. Dedicated to sweet Matilda.

Sisters fo Mercy



Nouvelle Vague

Dead end...like Laika

It happens, not very often, that we put ourselves in dead ends. Its like a sort of trap you carefully build, step into absolutely convinced, to then suddenly realize that you're not sure whether you want to be in it or not. At that point the anxiety becomes just a little more than just annoying. You become desperate, starting to evaluate how and why you're in it.

-Didn't I fucking promise myself never to do this again? To put me in such a situation so as to become choiceless....

I'm right there now. Asking myself these damn questions, wondering why the fuck I've done it again. I think about the people who surround me, and to which level I've commited myself and others to things.

Fear of commitment. Probably. The thing is that when I end up in this trap, I tend to hurt people, badly.
I honestly don't know what to do right now with all these thoughts and feelings. Put them in a jar would be nice. Throw it away. Or, put myself in a space capsule, and take off...like Laika.

Tokyo Gore Police

Directed by Yoshihiro Nishimura Starring: Eihi Shiina Itsuji Itao Release date: Japan 2008 Running time: 110 min. Country: United States Japan Language: Japanese

This is definitely gore. A japanese movie that displays the best of Japan's most twisted minds. If Robert Rodriguez came up with a melting zombie penis, well, here you can see a mutant gun penis! The edition made me think of a comic, thought this movie could even have a comic version on wich it was based. The effects are not so impressive, but there are lots of scenes which have very innovative action mixed with buckets of bloods, sexy female outfits, big jaws and the darkest humor.

Desde aca puedo ver la Tierra...

Se que floto. Siento la ausencia de gravedad al despegar del planeta desconocido. Algo me sigue. Siento temor. Desde acá ya puedo ver la Tierra, y no puedo contener las ansias de volver. Dentro de la capsula hay un silencio extraño, puedo apenas oír el zumbar de la maquina mezclarse con mi propia respiración. Ya olvide cuanto tiempo llevo aca fuera, pero intuyo que es bastante. No me atrevo mirar hacia atrás por temor a ver lo que me sigue desde este extraño planeta que acabo de dejar. Mira la Tierra y siento ansiedad. Pensé que me agradaría flotar así en el espacio infinito. Libre, sola, sin ruidos que me perturban. Pero ahora solo siento miedo. La soledad es inimaginable. El silencio asfixiante. Sin embargo estoy tranquila a la vez. El encierro de la capsula me reconforta. Aquí dentro esta tibio, y el traje es suave por dentro. Miro mi planeta y deseo mas que nunca llegar. El espacio exterior es muy solitario.

Getting f_cking married!!!!

Holy shit. This is it. I'm getting married. Don't ask me how the fuck this happened. Thing is, we've already told the family, som friends, rented the place, got invitations almost done...I guess life really is full of surprises. I mean, this is me, so independent and full of plans. Me going abroad with my girl, all single and shit. Well, I never expected to meet such an incredibly generous and kind person, and lesser did I think I would get married. Plans are plans, and for many reasons, practical and emotional, I'm signing the papers on November 7th, the very day we complete one year together.
What can I say, when things are supposed to happen, they sure do. Do I have any doubt or fear? Actually, I don't. I'm convinced that this is how life works; if something is supposed to happen, there's is not much one can do to avoid it. I was meant to live this, this way. I guess I'm the kind of person who's fond of intensity and challenge.
Well, my girl is happy, I'm happy, my man is happy; that's pretty much what it takes for a marriage to work.
So, even if this seems drastic and thoughtless, I know good things are to come, and that in the near future there'll be plenty of joy for me and my family.
Shit. I'm getting married. I really Am!!!!