Sunscreen
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Tasty...!

Déjelo cinco minutos, espolvoree una cucharada de harina y cuando la harina esté mezclada con la carne, condimente con una lágrima y con un vaso de leche.
Salpimente y deje cocer durante una hora. Diez minutos antes de servir, añada una cuchara de jarabe contra la tos.
Este modo de preparar a los bebes es excelente, lejos de endurecer el alma, la enternece.
SONETO XXV

vacilé por las calles y las cosas:
nada contaba ni tenía nombre:
el mundo era del aire que esperaba.
Yo conocí salones cenicientos,
túneles habitados por la luna,
hangares crueles que se despedían,
preguntas que insistían en la arena.
Todo estaba vacío, muerto y mudo,
caído, abandonado y decaído,
todo era inalienablemente ajeno,
todo era de los otros y de nadie,
hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza
llenaron el otoño de regalos.
Classically in love...
Ann: Careful... That sounds like a classic case of falling in love.
Lee: I am in love... I'm classically in love!
Salmo 23.
Me hace descansar en verdes pastos, me guia a arroyos de tranquilas aguas, me da nuevas fuerzas y me lleva por caminos rectos haciendo honor a su nombre.
No place for me...
Baron Munchausen: Am I dead?
Sally: No.
Baron Munchausen: Blast! ...Go away! I'm trying to die!
Sally: Why?
Baron Munchausen: Because I'm tired of the world and the world is evidently tired of me.
Sally: But why? Why?
Baron Munchausen: Why, why, why! Because it's all logic and reason now. Science, progress, laws of hydraulics, laws of social dynamics, laws of this, that, and the other. No place for three-legged cyclops in the South Seas. No place for cucumber trees and oceans of wine. No place for me...
"I Remember"
Cuando la escuche por vez primera, estaba en un sillon igual que este, comiendo helado menta y jelly beans. Poco importaba el hielo formandose en el pasillo o la ventana, era mas la tibieza y encanto de mi rola vainilla, la respiracion de quien estaba cerca y las historias tejidas. Ahora lejos del sillon y los cuentos de invierno, se tejen nuevos cuentos con el mismo back.
I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
'Cause mine stopped working
I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving
I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth...
I want you here tonight
I want you here
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...
Except you my love. Except you my love...
Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn
I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?
Damien Rice.
12
Me gusta Girondo, me hace apostar por ese amor de sal que sucede cuando nadie mira.
Un coyote hambriento.
Yo lo pregunto
Yo Nezahualcóyotl, lo pregunto:
¿Acaso de veras se vive con raíz en la tierra?
Nada es para siempre en la tierra:
Sólo un poco aquí.
Aunque sea de jade se quiebra,
Aunque sea de oro se rompe,
Aunque sea plumaje de quetzal se desgarra.
No para siempre en la tierra:
Sólo un poco aquí.
Generacion X.
Desnudarse,
Hablar solo,
Mirar el panorama,
Masturbarse,
Sacarse fotos desnudo con una polaroid,
Recoger basura,
Hacer padazos la basura a tiros...
Me gustaria dedicarme a vaciar el cerebro, leer libros y estar con gente que quiere hacer lo mismo.
Douglas Coupland
Que de angeles hable Bukowsy!






