"This is for Nina Simone" - Jeff said

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So I ran to the Devil

He was waiting

إن قطعك

I'm up in the woods

I'm down on my mind

I'm building a still

To slow down the time

١لَوقت كالسيف ،إن لم تقطعه قطعك

Omne ignotum pro magnifico

Lo incógnito se revela en suma magnificencia...

Otras entenderán que todo lo desconocido parece inmenso...con el miedo que esto conlleva...¿Pero no será quizás que lo inescrutable, por ende, lo digno de turbación, elige la sonrisa de una mujer para esconderse tras ella y sus palabras? ¿No será quizás ése el vértigo que sentimos al advertir la imposibilidad de poseer aquello que anhelamos, por lo que suspiramos...?

The memories fire, the rhythms fall slow

Black beauty I love you so, so, so...

--Salto--

Oh Darling, when will you ever learn?
The grass is always greener,
It's everywhere you turn
You'll see it:
Everything you're sure of is up for change
We're all stuck on this spinning stage
Spinning around and round
And round and round and round

Reflexión del día

Pared con pared viven los amantes encadenados 

Marcel Proust

                                                                                         Pablo de Miguel        

Bordarías el papel de la señorita Julia de Strindberg

Ozymandias Melancholia

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away

Soneto por Percy Bysshe Shelley (1818)

Gadjo Dilo

L'écume des jours (Mood indigo) - coming soon

Let my Baby Ride - Holy Motors

Need I say more? 

Bertrand Cantat, on t'aime très fort