Friday, 15 February 2013
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Monday, 11 February 2013
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Friday, 25 January 2013
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Klimt (death and life) + Lorca
¡Qué esfuerzo!
¡Qué esfuerzo del caballo por ser perro!
¡Qué esfuerzo del perro por ser golondrina!
¡Qué esfuerzo de la golondrina por ser abeja!
¡Qué esfuerzo de la abeja por ser caballo!
Y el caballo,
¡qué flecha aguda exprime de la rosa!,
¡qué rosa gris levanta de su belfo!
Y la rosa,
¡qué rebaño de luces y alaridos
ata en el vivo azúcar de su tronco!
Y el azúcar,
¡qué puñalitos sueña en su vigilia!
Y los puñales dimínutos,
¡qué luna sin establos, qué desnudos,
piel eterna y rubor, andan buscando!
Y yo, por los aleros,
¡qué serafín de llamas busco y soy!
Pero el arco de yeso,
¡qué grande, qué invisible, qué diminuto!,
sin esfuerzo.
¡Qué esfuerzo del caballo por ser perro!
¡Qué esfuerzo del perro por ser golondrina!
¡Qué esfuerzo de la golondrina por ser abeja!
¡Qué esfuerzo de la abeja por ser caballo!
Y el caballo,
¡qué flecha aguda exprime de la rosa!,
¡qué rosa gris levanta de su belfo!
Y la rosa,
¡qué rebaño de luces y alaridos
ata en el vivo azúcar de su tronco!
Y el azúcar,
¡qué puñalitos sueña en su vigilia!
Y los puñales dimínutos,
¡qué luna sin establos, qué desnudos,
piel eterna y rubor, andan buscando!
Y yo, por los aleros,
¡qué serafín de llamas busco y soy!
Pero el arco de yeso,
¡qué grande, qué invisible, qué diminuto!,
sin esfuerzo.
Sunday, 30 December 2012
Spirited Away - Ending Theme
It’s calling out, somewhere deep within my chest
My heart always wants to dance and dream
My heart always wants to dance and dream
The number of my sorrows is countless
But across them, surely I’ll be able to meet you again
But across them, surely I’ll be able to meet you again
Every time mistakes repeat, people will
Understand the blueness of the simply blue sky
I can see that the path continues endlessly
But my two hands can embrace the light
Understand the blueness of the simply blue sky
I can see that the path continues endlessly
But my two hands can embrace the light
My calm chest at the time of farewell
My empty body makes me listen carefully
It’s strange to be alive, it’s strange to die
For flowers and wind and towns, everything’s the same
For flowers and wind and towns, everything’s the same
Lalalalalalalalala………
Hohohoholulululu………
Hohohoholulululu………
It’s calling out, somewhere deep within my chest
Always, no matter how many times, I’ll sketch my dream
Rather than talking all about the number of my sorrows
I’ll sing softly with the same lips
I’ll sing softly with the same lips
Always, amidst my locked up memories
I listen to whispers that I don’t want to forget
Even the faces of a mirror shattered into pieces
Reflect new sceneries
I listen to whispers that I don’t want to forget
Even the faces of a mirror shattered into pieces
Reflect new sceneries
The peaceful window of a starting morning
Fills my empty body
Fills my empty body
I won’t search on the far side of the sea anymore
Because I found in myself
What is shining is always here
Because I found in myself
What is shining is always here
Thursday, 6 December 2012
Sunday, 11 November 2012
Saturday, 3 November 2012
Friday, 26 October 2012
Friday, 19 October 2012
PAGAN POETRY - BJÖRK
Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals
They pulsate and wake me up
from my hibernate
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
I love him
This time
I'm gonna keep me to myself
This time
I'm gonna keep my all to myself
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
PICASSO + CUMMINGS
I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
IMlike, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh...And eyes big love-crumbs.
And possibly I like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
IMlike, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh...And eyes big love-crumbs.
And possibly I like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
Sunday, 9 September 2012
M.F.HUSSAIN- Bharatmata
It created a big controversia in India, where he earned the bitter hatred of Hindu nationalist groups.
I think art is beyond those controversies, if people aren't free to say, write and paint whatever they want, to express themselves without falling into vandalism, then what kind of represive society are we leaving in? anyway, as he is a muslim, I would like to know why he doesn't do the same with his own god.
No religion.
Freedom por mind.
Anyway,I've posted the picture because I really like it. Doesn't remind you about Cezanne, with a touch of Miró?
Let's listen to pictures:
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