reading signs floating in the air

to what extent could we stretch life so it fits the signs?

or is it the other way around?

on transit

from 83/85 to 22 to 129 to 22. in 6 weeks.

welcome to adulthood

my adultez llegó con la entrada al mercado privado de la renta de casas.

on growing up

lately,

I have

been

juggling

with

life.

on moving, the sequel

... maybe it is just a matter of being patient and putting a bit of effort until you find The One you truly like.

PUAs

There is a horrible weird mean nasty world out there. A world that I have been protected of.
About a month ago, I was approached by this guy who was supposedly amazed and wowed by me; it all seemed a fairy tale and a great Hollywood-style love story.
(http://resulta.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-is-back.html)

Today, I was walking around town, and in a different spot, the same guy approached me again. This is pretty much the conversation:
Him: hi, this may sound random but....
Me: hey, hello... yeah, we´ve met before.
Him: ah? really? have we?
Me: yes, you are T. We have met before. You don´t remember me, do you?
Him: ahh... ah yes, true....
Me: yeap, you are T., T. ____.
Him: ah? wow, you must have a very good memory then.
Me: yes I have a good memory, you talked to me the other day on the road.
Him: really?
Me: yes, and you sent me an email. your email is ______@____.com.
Him: ah... uh.. ah... anyway... ah...
Me: you were not expecting this, were you?
Him: ah...mmh...
Me: You look scared, you are scared aren´t you?
Him: well, ah.. uh...
Me: well, be careful with who you talk to on the road.... you never know who you may encounter, there is a lot of weird people in Oxford, be careful. Or who knows? Maybe we are meant to keep running into each other...
Him: yeah, true, well, anyway, I was going to have lunch now...
Me: yeap, have lunch. good bye!

So. Last month, when I received an email from this guy, the first thing I obviously did was to google his email. Ta-da! It appeared in a forum that involved the word PUA. PUA, what the hell is that?!?! So I conducted the respective research and PUA is the short for Pick-Up-Artist. ... Go ahead, you can search and decide for yourself. After learning about this PUA-world, I never replied to his email.

I am up for fairy tales. real ones. amazing ones. fantastic ones. Not that kind of blsht.

It requires way more than that to wow me.

(at least you´ve gotta be more clever than that)

moving

I wonder to what extent...
finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house and finding a house is like finding a partner and finding a partner is like finding a house.

pop

I was supposed to be in MJ´s concert today.

I guess that was truly it.

blatantly, life

I am not sure I am brave enough.

ahora ya ves

he dejado de hablar con las paredes, de repetir tu nombre. He dejado de perderme en los bares, de buscarte en la noche, de rendirme al amanecer. He dejado de pensar si algun día
tal vez si tú quisieras
... tal vez.
he dejado a un lado mis hazañas, ahora cuido las palabras, lo que hago y lo que siento.
he dejado de esperar eternamente.
tal vez lo que ha pasado sea para mejor...
tal vez.

Olga Román

my wild horses

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?

Who's gonna tame the heart of thee?

U2.

Perseids

"look at the stars, look how they shine for you".
(Coldplay, Yellow)

torn country

Mexico:
torn between economic growth and constant poverty
between people who honestly want to improve things and corruption
between the puppet-masters and daily life
entrenched in a system that penetrates society in a way
that rottens people
scars the soul
and kills illusions.
an impenetrable network that goes beyond the action of any political party
or the goodwill of any individual.
Mexico, a country torn between idealists and crude reality.

t-2

In 2 weeks time, I will be on my way back to Mexico.

can´t wait.

but it is also sad that I will be leaving my room,

the house in which I have lived for 14 months now.

never thought that I would grow fond of it, but I will miss it.

oh well, time for moving on.

nosotros

atiéndeme

quiero decirte algo

que quizás no esperes

doloroso tal vez

(entre todas las versiones, una de las mejores que he escuchado es Joaquín Sabina y Chavela Vargas)

camila

guardé mis libros y después de cenar
saqué mi zapato y me puse a pensar
que he sido bueno y que puedo confiar
tendré lo que pida esta Navidad.

pensé en el barco y los muñecos cambiar

por un armadillo

y el bicho infernal.

(A ver si para Diciembre

se decide el Bicho Infernal)

Fobia, Camila.

amar y vivir

un cielo gris, lluvia constante e interminable y Bebo y Cigala:

se vive solamente una vez
hay que aprender a querer y a reír,
hay que saber que la vida
se aleja y nos deja llorando quimeras.
¡ay! no quiero arrepentirme después
de lo que pudo haber sido y no fue
y quiero gozar de esta vida...

karma police

I´ve given all I can. It´s not enough. I´ve given all I can.
(Radiohead)

send in the clowns

Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air.

Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around,

One who can't move.

Where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors, finally knowing

the One that I wanted was Yours.

Making my entrance again with my usual flair, sure of my lines.

No one is there.

... well maybe next year

(Frank Sinatra)

human complexity

maybe, just maybe, we are so used to getting sh^t that when we receive love we don´t know how to deal with it.

repito:

Por lo pronto, dejo a Dios las cosas de Dios, al Destino las cosas del Destino, a los Humanos las cosas de Humanos
y Yo me dedico a hacer lo Mío.