tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301744672011-04-21T13:36:50.881-05:00...desde el centro...Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-45372523523130127552008-02-23T18:41:00.008-06:002008-02-23T19:47:41.720-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bus7pAODaUM/R8DMdovaPLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/M5mLBLjlBKk/s1600-h/canon+april06+175.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bus7pAODaUM/R8DMdovaPLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/M5mLBLjlBKk/s320/canon+april06+175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170357181745872050" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Maybe this is uncalled for, but I felt the urge to write <i>something</i> about the <i>missing</i> year.<br />2007 left me without words...dumbstruck.<br /><br />a no na da da<br /><br />A whirlwind of thoughts, feelings, actions (non-actions), reactions (non-reactions)...dragged with it the verbs (to be, to want, to stay, to long for...to blah...).<br /><br />The deal is that I did not send out a single word (thought, feeling, cry) through this blog in all of 2007, but the signs remain...they mark my body, my soul, my spirit...<br /><br />This year comes with many more <i>words</i>...<br />and much less fear.<br /><br />El comienzo despues del final despues del comienzo despues del final...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-4537252352313012755?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-68988852434123007512008-02-18T02:58:00.005-06:002008-02-18T03:09:46.438-06:00Hace casi un mes me encontre con la peseta...me di una obra de teatro excelente ("<a href="http://www.teatroluna.org">Machos</a>"), me comi un flan ma' bueno y me pase el dia escuchando esta cancion...que aun esta en mi cabeza...a las 3:05 de la mañana..."what's going on?!"<br /><br />Twenty-five years and my life is still<br />Trying to get up that great big hill of hope<br />For a destination<br />And I realized quickly when I knew I should<br />That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man<br />For whatever that means (<i>yeah, whatever that means...</i>)<br />And so I cry sometimes<br />When I'm lying in bed<br />Just to get it all out<br />What's in my head<br />And I am feeling a little peculiar<br />And so I wake in the morning<br />And I step outside<br />And I take a deep breath and I get real high<br />And I scream at the top of my lungs<br />What's going on?<br />And I say, hey hey hey hey<br />I said hey, what's going on?<br />ooh, ooh ooh<br />and I try, oh my god do I try<br />I try all the time, in this institution<br />And I pray, oh my god do I pray<br />I pray every single day<br />For a revolution<br />And so I cry sometimes<br />When I'm lying in bed<br />Just to get it all out<br />What's in my head<br />And I am feeling a little peculiar<br />And so I wake in the morning<br />And I step outside<br />And I take a deep breath and I get real high<br />And I scream at the top of my lungs<br />What's going on?<br />And I say, hey hey hey hey<br />I said hey, what's going on?<br />Twenty-five years and my life is still<br />Trying to get up that great big hill of hope<br />For a destination...<br /><br />(4 Non-Blondes - "What's going on?")<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-6898885243412300751?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-39238871917258947452008-01-26T13:31:00.000-06:002008-01-26T13:38:24.187-06:00"Kind & Generous" (lovely Natalie Merchant)<br /><br />You've been so kind and generous<br />I don't know how you keep on giving<br />For your kindness I'm in debt to you<br />For your selflessness, my admiration<br />And for everything you've done<br /><br />You know I'm bound...<br />I'm bound to thank you for it<br /><br />You've been so kind and generous<br />I don't know how you keep on giving<br />For your kindness I'm in debt to you<br />And I never could have come this far without you<br />So for everything you've done<br /><br />You know I'm bound...<br />I'm bound to thank you for it<br /><br />I want to thank you<br />For so many gifts<br />You gave with love and tenderness<br />I want to thank you<br /><br />I want to thank you<br />For your generosity<br />The love and the honesty<br />That you gave me<br /><br />I want to thank you<br />Show my gratitude<br />My love and my respect for you<br />I want to thank you<br /><br />I (really) want to...<br /><br />Thank you<br />Thank you<br />Thank you<br />Thank you<br />Thank you<br />Thank you<br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-3923887191725894745?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-1999367870177875632008-01-23T19:42:00.000-06:002008-01-23T19:52:54.360-06:00hoy los copos de nieve vienen hacia mi como pequeñisimas luciernagas eternamente iluminadas...brilla la escarcha entre los automoviles...entre mi cabello y mis pestañas...hoy me encuentro el autobus de la escuela al salir del parqueo por el cual corto camino...y cambia mis planes...todos mis planes...y asi...ya.<br /><br />hoy recuerdo que me gusta escribir (y leer) (poesia salvaje)...tambien.<br /><br />hi, it's me...<br />and...<br />you're not a champagne bottle...<br />will you let me in?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-199936787017787563?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-45048954867029454922008-01-14T17:02:00.000-06:002008-01-14T17:07:38.958-06:00un transito...<br />just a stepping stone<br />on your way...<br />not my own...<br />that's good enough.<br /><br />so time is non-linear?<br />i'm here...<br />but i've been long gone.<br /><br />directions:<br />open package<br />warm-up<br />enjoy!<br /><br />=)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-4504895486702945492?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-43073142535855187222006-12-12T20:00:00.000-06:002006-12-14T17:04:20.339-06:00"When there's nothing left to burn, you've got to set yourself on fire"...<br /><br />I've come accross too many break-up songs in the last couple of months. I must say I have a nostalgic disposition. I like sad songs that make you smile in between tears, or viceversa. I figure that's what life is...<br /><br /><i>Ex-Lover is Dead</i> (Stars)<br /><br />God that was strange to see you again<br />Introduced by a friend of a friend<br />Smiled and said 'yes, I think we've met before'<br />In that instant it started to pour,<br />Captured a taxi despite all the rain<br />We drove in silence across Pont Champlain<br />And all of the time you thought I was sad<br />I was trying to remember your name...<br /><br />This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin<br />Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in<br />Now you're outside me<br />You see all the beauty<br />Repent all your sin<br /><br />It's nothing but time and a face that you lose<br />I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose<br />I'll write you a postcard<br />I'll send you the news<br />From a house down the road from real love...<br /><br />Live through this, and you won't look back...<br />Live through this, and you won't look back...<br />Live through this, and you won't look back...<br /><br />There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave<br /><i>You were what I wanted<br />I gave what I gave<br />I'm not sorry I met you<br />I'm not sorry it's over<br />I'm not sorry there's nothing to say<br /><br />I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-4307314253585518722?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-4916929453570237882006-12-04T15:03:00.000-06:002006-12-04T15:06:09.185-06:00"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: <br />it goes on."<br /><br />Robert Frost<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-491692945357023788?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-39482002025715145202006-10-24T15:57:00.001-05:002006-10-25T14:56:16.171-05:00Porque despues del silencio, lo mejor es la musica. Porque me acelera y porque me calma. Porque siempre es bueno empezar con una cancion. Debajo una de los Beatles que me costo encontrar (thanks FloMama!). La tenia confundida con aquella que cantaba La Maga, <i>Les Amants du Havre</i>, que aun no aparece: <br /><br /><i>Puisque la terre est ronde,<br />Mon amour t’en fais pas,<br />Mon amour t’en fais pas</i><br /><br />Alguna pista? <br /><br />"Because" The Beatles<br /><br /><i>Because the world is round it turns me on<br />Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh<br /><br />Because the wind is high it blows my mind<br />Because the wind is high......aaaaaaaahhhh<br /><br />Love is old, love is new<br />Love is all, love is you<br /><br />Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry<br />Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh<br /><br />Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh....</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-3948200202571514520?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30174467.post-1152304362343913632006-07-07T15:31:00.000-05:002006-10-25T15:30:56.951-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3331/3683/1600/platanal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3331/3683/320/platanal.jpg" border="0" alt="hoja de platano" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://spiral.gallery.sytes.org/">spiral gallery</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30174467-115230436234391363?l=larutaespiral.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caracolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119944456293909838noreply@blogger.com0