I find pleasure in some simple things. These are a few:
- rubber bands.
- finding a button on the road.
- the smell of coffee coming through my nose when I am just about to take a sip.
- knowing that I memorise people´s car plates, phone numbers, birthdays, email addresses and other info that may freak people out if I let them know that I know them by heart.
- walking barefeet.
- feeling the edge of my bedsheets.
- pens, pencils, erasers, sharpeners, pretty paper, markers,... in sum, stationery.
- looking back at old diaries and remembering what I was doing exactly a year ago.
- feeling the texture of things.
- fabrics.
- putting mascara on my eyelashes.
- drawing the contour of things in my head.
- writing to-do lists and checking boxes when they are done, even if I had done them already.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
let´s dance!
There may be trouble ahead
but while there's moonlight and music and love and romance
let's face the music and dance
Blue Eyes
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
not even jail
when personality is scarred tissue
(...)
give some meanings to the means to your end,
not even jail
Interpol
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
DPhil year 3
this DPhil is making me socially stupid.
and emotionally clumsy.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
thank you india
the moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down
but,
how about me enjoying a moment for a once?
Alanis Morissette, Thank You.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
soulmates
the sea´s evaporated though it comes as no surprise.
the clouds we´re seeing, they´re explosions in the sky.
it seems it´s written, but we can´t read between the lines.
the clouds we´re seeing, they´re explosions in the sky.
it seems it´s written, but we can´t read between the lines.
soulmates never die
Placebo, Sleeping with Ghosts.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
culture crash
oh! the consequences of living in England: We were asked if we wanted "biscuits" and I totally thought of cookies.
"What an odd thing" I thought. -
Tadah! American biscuits arrived instead.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
2010
¿Qué es el Tiempo?
Guirnalda de recuerdos
de sueños
de anhelos
que se entrelazan con la vida,
te dejan su perfume
y se escapan con ella.
(hojita dominical templo santo niño de la salud)
Guirnalda de recuerdos
de sueños
de anhelos
que se entrelazan con la vida,
te dejan su perfume
y se escapan con ella.
(hojita dominical templo santo niño de la salud)
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