5 de abril de 2011
José González & The Göteborg String Theory
Una preciosidad de concierto.
Hice lo que pude con mi móvil, pero acabo de encontrar alguna joyita en youtube.
Aquí
Enjoy
28 de marzo de 2011
His name was Perry
He had a learning difficulty
His father was a very mean man
His father burned his skin
His father sent him to his death
He was ten years old
He was ten years old
He was ten years old
Her name was Naomi
Beautiful round face, so ashamed
Told me how to please a man
After school in the back of a bus
She was doing it every day
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old
Her name was Sheryl
Black hair, like an electric space
She would pretty paint my face
She was a very good friend
Her father would come to her in the night
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old
His name was Donovan
He was a very good friend
The cards were stacked against him
He was selling cocaine
The last time I saw him
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old
His name was Charles
He said he was in love with me
We were both fourteen
Then I had to move away
Then he began to smoke crack
Then he had to sell ass
I don't know where he is
I don't know where they are
He had a learning difficulty
His father was a very mean man
His father burned his skin
His father sent him to his death
He was ten years old
He was ten years old
He was ten years old
Her name was Naomi
Beautiful round face, so ashamed
Told me how to please a man
After school in the back of a bus
She was doing it every day
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old
Her name was Sheryl
Black hair, like an electric space
She would pretty paint my face
She was a very good friend
Her father would come to her in the night
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old
His name was Donovan
He was a very good friend
The cards were stacked against him
He was selling cocaine
The last time I saw him
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old
His name was Charles
He said he was in love with me
We were both fourteen
Then I had to move away
Then he began to smoke crack
Then he had to sell ass
I don't know where he is
I don't know where they are
La pausa en la historia de Sheryl corta el aliento. Pequeños detalles que la hacen grande.
Cat power o voces de las que no me canso.
names
19 de marzo de 2011
Fui de la clase de hombres que ríen por no llorar,
que pasan de puntillas
y acaban tropezando
de los que callan y fuman
hasta el final
de los que atropellan gestos
y no preguntan para no perder
de los que mano en pecho,
vuelven a prometer la misma mierda
nudo mediante y mirada al suelo
7 de marzo de 2011
22 de febrero de 2011
9 de febrero de 2011
26 de enero de 2011
14 de enero de 2011
5 de enero de 2011
Esta regresión no es sana
Las autoridades municipales de Beebe (Arkansas) investigan la muerte de más de mil turpiales de ala roja (Agelaius phoeniceus) que han caído del cielo en esa localidad desde la noche del viernes.
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30 de diciembre de 2010
27 de diciembre de 2010
It's all under control
Ya más asentada puedo decir que me ha crecido el bigote en Madrid, me hago mayor.
También he encontrado piso y trabajo. Me he cortado el pelo y estudio cuando puedo.
Ahora sólo falta la gente.
21 de noviembre de 2010
Mamá, no quiero ir al colegio
ser el espacio
contenter y aislar
agotador
Tal vez deba sustituir capital por error
y así hacerme un gran collar uniéndolos
-podríasermibandasonora-
2 de noviembre de 2010
14 de septiembre de 2010
Foto para buscar trabajo
Primera semana en Madriz.
Busco trabajo, piso y amigas/os/es.
Razón aquí.
Desesperada(8) na na na na na na náh...(8)
22 de agosto de 2010
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22 de julio de 2010
15 de julio de 2010
14 de julio de 2010
Algunas noches cuando estoy a unos segundos de caer dormida me ahogo.
Súbitamente abro la boca y me trago todo el aire de la habitación. spotify:
My Brightest Diamond – Nature Boy
2 de julio de 2010
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