Good/Bad News & Apologies

This time I won't post any video because this computer is so old that it won't play them.


Well, right now all my feelings are like a soup. I don't know how to feel because, firstly, this is the firs time I sit down on my own to write, there's no one else here but me and I feel sad (I'll tell you why). Oh! and I bought a Tori Amos CD with so-sad music that I'm listening right now.

Good News

I thought my English teacher hadn't uploaded my mark yet, but thanks to Elizabeth I realized that it was already there and, guess what.... I've got a 10 and not a 9 as she had told me before leaving! (:

Bad News

This 10 is not part of the third term. It decreases my average to 8.5. I returned to the average I got in the first term ): That's not it, everyone will be higher than me and it really hurts my pride (but it's deeper than that). But that's not it yet: the CD I bought doesn't contain the song I wanted.

Apologies

We all know that I don't really deserve that 10. I'm so afraid about it because when I have to show why I've got a 10 perhaps I won't be able. I was already afraid of it with the 9 I had , but now it is worse.

We'll Move

Yes. I'm so sad. We will definitely move. I'm quite sad because I'll have to leave my whole life there, my friends, my life, my all!!!!!!!!! and my father doesn't care. In fact, he doesn't care because he will go to Pachuca, so it doesn't matter to him

Interview With Placebo I, II, III

This is like being in a fucking mall, the more you see, the more you wanna buy . But my problem is: the more I see, the more I want to post

Peeping Tom. By Placebo

I really love this song and I also think that the video is so original.

Run. By Snow Patrol

This song was dedicated to a dead fan

Ever (Foreign Flag). By Team Sleep

This is Chino Moreno's soloist Project. Chino Moreno is currently vocalist of the Deftones

Pos-Inscription Syndrome

Now I`m hungry, sleepy, and Thirsty... but happy!


Oasis Stand By me Acoustic

Si el hombre pudiera decir. By Luis Cernuda

Si el hombre pudiera decir lo que ama,
si el hombre pudiera levantar su amor por el cielo
como una nube en la luz;
si como muros que se derrumban,
para saludar la verdad erguida en medio,
pudiera derrumbar su cuerpo,
dejando sólo la verdad de su amor,
la verdad de sí mismo,
que no se llama gloria, fortuna o ambición,
sino amor o deseo,
yo sería aquel que imaginaba;
aquel que con su lengua, sus ojos y sus manos proclama ante los hombres la verdad ignorada,
la verdad de su amor verdadero.

Libertad no conozco sino la libertad de estar preso en alguien
cuyo nombre no puedo oír sin escalofrío;
alguien por quien me olvido de esta existencia mezquina
por quien el día y la noche son para mí lo que quiera,
y mi cuerpo y espíritu flotan en su cuerpo y espíritu
como leños perdidos que el mar anega o levanta
libremente, con la libertad del amor,
la única libertad que me exalta,la única libertad por que muero.

Tú justificas mi existencia:
si no te conozco, no he vivido;
si muero sin conocerte, no muero, porque no he vivido.

And... Prince's Nothing Compares 2U By Sinead O' Connor

Pre & Pos - Inscription Syndrome

Pre-Inscription Syndrome

Good morning evryone. You know? Yesterday I spent a very bad night, in fact, I didn't sleep at all. I wasn't even hungry. Today I didn't have anything for breakfast, I am nervous and I woke up at five o' clock in the morning. I feel so sick. I am the first customer of the place where I am.

Post-Inscription Syndrome

When it all is over I'll be so hungry, I'll feel so tiredand I'll be sleepy... but I'll be happy!
Oh! This guy is listening You Don't Care About Us

And Again...

I want to thank Adyna for her messages. It's been good to be in touch with her
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx!
Note: x= kiss

Placebo again, Lady of the Flowers. Live at MTV Five Night Stand 1998. See ya!

There Is No Time!

I haven't had time to post, I have to get used to the city and its neurosis again!

Every you, Every me. Placebo Live at MCM Cafe

Is She Ill?

Today I found a Coke bottle behind the cupboard... mum hid it from me!!! I know!!! But D'yer know what's funny about this stuff? Mum had sworn she wasn't going to drink Coke anymore (ha ha ha) so showing his support to her mortal decision, dad started buying different kinds of beverages (also by the coca-cola company, by the way)and mum didn't seeem to care.

When I found this bottle, I knew that she wasn't onlyhidding it from me, but she was also hidding it from my father. I couldn't avoid laugh so loudly!!!!!!!!!

Untitled Post

It had rained the whole damned day and it still was, she had been on her own the whole damned day, enclosed in that cold, boring flat, and still she was.

She was laying down on the wood table in the dinning room staring at the ceiling, listening the rain pouring down as she thought of all the things she had got through (though perhaps not yet). She got up and jumped to the floor. she went towards the kitchen, she moved through the darkness with her bare feet. The blinds were closed, so she opened them and leant out by the window; the rain was still pouring down. Now she was staring at it When suddenly a drop of it slipped down her cheek; so she opened the window and sat down on its edge , then she fell from an eight floor.
Her body was drenched, but she hadn't to face those things anymore.

The Blower's Daughter Video And The Blower's Daughter / Creep Live at Pukkelpop Fest By Damien Rice

I know I said the last video was going to close this session, but I found this, which has got a very special meanning for me. It also reminds me of you






I love you!

Big Ideas (Nude) By Radiohead

This is the last for today. I want to thank Adyna for her message by the way. She made my day!

A Wolf At The Door. By Radiohead

This is olnly because reminds me of Lupita

Day's Dawning.

I could scarcely open my eyes at five o' clock in the morning today. I got up as Icould, I was sleepy yet. It all took as twenty minutes. When finally I could stand up, I walked to the window through the darkness and I started looking for the lace to open the blinds but I couldn't find it. I found it only after... fifteen minutes. I opened the blinds and I Could see lots and lots of little yellow lights. I was watching the city from an eighth floor. It was beautiful.

I hadn't been able to sleep the whole damned night, and when finally I was getting asleep, I heard steps. My aunt was in the kitchen (I "slept" in the living room).

Note: I'm so sleepy right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so let's post a video. Gabriel (live) by Lamb (It hasn't got anything to do with.... well, you know)






What a beautiful song, what a beautiful voice, what a fucking beautiful girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And if you liked it, I'll post for you the studio version.



These clips are dedicated in their entirety to Denisse

Some Funny Fragments From "Historia de cronopios y de famas" By Júlio Cortázar

These are some fragments from Historia de cronopios y de famas by Júlio Cortázar which I like. I hope you laugh until your heads come off!

Sus historias naturales.

León y cronopio

Un cronopio que anda por el desierto se encuentra con un león, y tiene lugar el diálogo siguiente:

León.-Te como.
Cronopio (afligidísimo pero con dignidad).-Y bueno.
León.-Ah, eso no. Nada de mártires conmigo. Échate a llorar, o lucha, una de dos. Así no te puedo comer. Vamos, estoy esperando. ¿No dices nada?
El cronopio no dice nada, y el león está perplejo, hasta que le viene una idea.
León.-Menos mal que tengo una espina en la mano izquierda que me fastidia mucho. Sácamela y te perdonaré.
El cronopio le saca la espina y el león se va, gruñendo de mala gana:
-Gracias, Androcles.

Cóndor y cronopio

Un cóndor cae como un rayo sobre un cronopio que pasa por Tinogasta, lo acorrala contra una pared de granito, y dice con gran petulancia, a saber:

Cóndor.-Atrévete a afirmar que no soy hermoso.
Cronopio.-Usted es el pájaro más hermoso que he visto nunca.
Cóndor.-Más todavía.
Cronopio.-Usted es más hermoso que el ave del paraíso.
Cóndor.-Atrévete a decir que no vuelo alto.
Cronopio.-Usted vuela a alturas vertiginosas, y es por completo supersónico y estratosférico.
Cóndor.-Atrévete a decir que huelo mal.
Cronopio.-Usted huele mejor que un litro entero de colonia jean-Marie Farina.
Cóndor.-Mierda de tipo. No deja ni un claro donde sacudirle un picotazo.

Terapias

Un cronopio se recibe de médico y abre un consultorio en la calle Santiago del Estero. En seguida viene un enfermo y le cuenta cómo hay cosas que le duelen y cómo de noche no duerme y de día no come.

-Compre un gran ramo de rosas- dice el cronopio.

El enfermo se retira sorprendido, pero compra el ramo y se cura instantáneamente. Lleno de gratitud acude al cronopio, y además de pagarle le obsequia, fino testimonio, un hermoso ramo de rosas. Apenas se ha ido el cronopio cae enfermo, le duele por todos lados, de noche no duerme y de día no come.

Los exploradores

Tres cronopios y un fama se asocian espeleológicamente para descubrir las fuentes subterráneas de un manantial. Llegados a la boca de la caverna, un cronopio desciende sostenido por los otros, llevando a la espalda un paquete con sus sándwiches preferidos (de queso). Los dos cronopios-cabrestante lo dejan bajar poco a poco, y el fama escribe en un gran cuaderno los detalles de la expedición. Pronto llega un primer mensaje del cronopio: furioso porque se han equivocado y le han puesto sandwiches de jamón. Agita la cuerda, y exige que lo suban. Los cronopios-cabrestante se consultan afligidos, y el fama se yergue en toda su terrible estatura y dice: NO, con tal violencia que los cronopios sueltan la soga y acuden a calmarlo. Están en eso cuando llega otro mensaje, porque el cronopio ha caido justamente sobre las fuentes del manantial, y desde ahí comunica que todo va mal, entre injurias y lágrimas informa que los sándwiches son todos de jamon, que por más que mira y mira entre los sándwiches de jamón no hay ni uno solo de queso.

Source: http://nochetotem.com.ar/literatura/historiadecronoprin.htm

Special K Live at MCM

I'm so happy because I've found these songs. I had them in a CD, but I lent it and they never gave it back to me; it was... three years ago I guess. Anyway I already found them!!!!!!

Everything's Not Lost

Well, I guess Sara is right about my average, it is not that low (thanx for that!), so I will stop being sad because I´ll get better this term.
I want to thank Sara for that comment, I also want to thank Karina because she does know about music!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I want to thank Denisse for always being with me. I love you!
Because I'm so Happy now, let's post a video. Doesn't matter if Sara doesn't like it! (I love you Sara!) Cowboys by Portishead. Live in Roseland NYC

Hang On To Your IQ. By Placebo. Live @ MCM

I fucking found it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oasis. Born On a Different Cloud

Beautiful song!!!!!!

Untitled Post

I have stopped reading. I just... I feel sad, I used to read during the night; but night is also time to fight against my inner demmons, which don't let me sleep and instead, keep me thinking of things that could be...
I must say that I've already seen my average and it is not as high as I expected. This may be one of the reasons for my sadness, but there is another which I won't mention here because it may cause problems to me.... but some of you know who I'm talking about. Thank you for reading...

NOTE: I'm so sad that I haven't even titled this post, so to fight against this sadness let's post a video ok? Like Spinning Plates live @ Bridge School Benefit 2002.

That's how I feel.

Where Is My Mind? By Placebo And Pixies

It's the last song, but what a song!

Without You I'm Nothing. By Placebo Featuring David Bowie

The greatest song I've ever heard!!

The Life of an Imaginary Guy

Andrew Cohen walked onthe pavement under a purple, cloudless evening sky. He uses to walk during the evening among lots of people. He liked trying to recognize someone in their faces; most of the time he had to go back home tired and sad because he had found no one to talk with, instead, he had to turn the TV on and think about tomorrow 'till he was sleepy; but he never was.

He spent the whole night listening music which created imaginary situations in which he achieved things he couldn't achieve when he was not in bed....

Death Around Us?

Some days ago, my mother told me she had dreamt me dead. She told me that she had seen me laying down.... Today I dreamt my father dead. Should I worry? I don't know. Now is my father's turn, Who will he dream about?

Pure Mornig By Placebo!

I Found it! A Sorta Fairytale By Tori Amos

I'm Afraid

To be honest, I don't want to back to school. Though I'm optimistic about my marks, that's not what I am afraid of. I am afraid of the people. It seems that I have spent so much time isolated from people and now that I have to come back, I'm so afraid. I seem to have lost the flavour

I'm even afraid of my friends!

Useless post

I'm posting today because I've got nothing else to do!

Where are you????

Where are you Denisse???????????????????

Where to be?

I cannot understand myself. I hate being here, but when I was in Veracruz, I really wanted to be here, now, I'm here and I want to gho back there, but I also want to go to Lindavista where my brother is, but I know I'm going to be bored there. The University represents another alternative, but I know I'm going to hate it soon. So, where to be...?

Epilogue to Through the Looking-Glass

A boat, beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July -

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear -

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

She still haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream -
Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?

Note that the whole name of Alice: Alice Pleasance Liddell is spelled out through the epilogue.

Source: http://mural.uv.es/anma/bioalice.htm

Carroll and Cortázar

Reading Rayuela, I could realize that Júlio Cortázar shares some viewpoints with Lewis Carroll, they both seem to believe that objectivity can be reached by being subjective (open minded) as I already wrote with Carroll.
On the other hand Cortázar talks about chaos, he said chaos is a way to reach a new order, we can see it in the character of la Maga, who doesn't seem to care about anything, she just lives her life carelessly, she ignores that everything has got a reason. She just didn't care. She contrasts with Morelli, who is an intellectual enclosed in his attempts to understand life, trapped in them. La Maga represents the madness which Morelli lacks, becausehe believes that the reason is the only route to achieve his goals. That´s the objectivity wrongly applied which Carroll talks about.

The Hidden Face of Alice

At first sight, the Alice saga seems to be only a couple of stories for children. It is due to the fantastic characters, but it is really a differrent way to see the things. Being Carroll a typic, nineteenth century Englishman, he had to keep the shape that the society wanted to see, in fact, Carroll was extremely rationalist man and he loved mathematics. He wrote various textbooks about it. But he was also a dreamer and he developed a different way to reach objectivity, through subjectivity: he thought you couldn't just try to only see things with objectivity; if so, you wouldn't understand them. first it is necesary to try to find diverse ways to apreciate things, it is necesary to be open minded, only then you would be able to understand and to see everything objectively. This is what Carroll tries to say with the Alice saga. Alice is so curious, she is always wondering about everything, she feels restricted by the society which she lives in, so she finds a refuge in fantasy, but it is not just fantasy. Alice has just dicovered the hidden face of everything. Carroll states that only children are able to discover it because they think with their whole being and not only with their brain, Children are thought to be immature, but Carroll states that this imaturity is really their open mind. from that viewpoint, adults must be a little immature (pure, but this is impossible) in order to reach objectivity. If we think we are mature and objective, it only means that ignorance has never left us. Tryng to be objective without being a little subjectibe before, is useless. It may be the reason for the success of the literature, of writers; they use to be so objective though some of them write fantastic stories, that's the key.

I Need Help!!!!!!!

During a boring noon, I was laying down on the floor of my cosin's bedroom ('cos he was using his bed). We were watching MTV. I don't use to watch programmes like Chicas arriba, I don't even like them; but this time we had nothing to do at all, so we didn't care. The matter of the fact is that... well, first of all, it was Shakira who was presenting those videos, when I realized, I was about to turn the TV off ('cos my cosin was already sleeping and I was also about to fall asleep), but when I heard that she was going to present videos by Björk, Sherley Crow, Annie Lennox, Tori Amos! I just petrified and waited... It was a video in which Tori is a leg and the boy is an arm, and they meet in the street, but then she goes.... they meet again in the beach, they kiss each other and they turn into complete persons. If you know it could you tell me the name of this song? Thanx!

Portishead to launch new CD?!

Though they have uploaded two new songs to their My Space, they have denied this possibility. Then, What these two new songs for? Let's wait anyway... In the meantime, could anyone who likes Portished send to me their My Space?

Source: Reactor 105.7 FM

Alice or Christina? (I)

I know this will sound so fool, but I couldn't avoid thinking about Christina when reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. The tender image of Alice (though Alice is a seven-year-old little girl), the way she is, so fragile (definitely Alice is not that fragile and she is so curious).

On the other hand, Christina. I think she is the same way Alice is, I don't know, but I think they both share something. You should read about Alice and you should also know Christina and perhaps you would understand me.... though I had lots of more things to say about it, I can't do it now because I've got neither time nor money so I have to leave, but please wait for the next part of this post...

After the Trip

I thought I had lots of things to say, even yesterday while in the bus, with a huge headache, I was trying to organize them but it was useless. Now I can't remember anything about it.
One of the most important things I had to do here was to apologize because the week I spent in Veracruz wasn't that bad. In fact, I miss it.
I just arrived today at 8:00.in the morning, since then, my headache hasn't left me alone. The truth is that here, everything is so cold and sad. Perhaps that's why I felt deep indide of me something that didn't want to come back. Though I know my life is here I want to leave it and start again..... I don't know, perhaps I just feel this way while I get used. Time will tell