So Sorry

I'm sorry
Two words I always think
After you've gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong

So selfish
Two words that could describe
Oh actions of mine
When patience is in short supply

We don't need to say goodbye
We don't need to fight and cry
Oh we, we could hold each other tight tonight

We're so helpless
We're slaves to our impulses
We're afraid of our emotions
And no one knows where the shore is
We're divided by the ocean
And the only thing I know is
That the answer isn't for us
No the answer isn't for us

I'm sorry
Two words I always think
Oh after you've gone
When I realize I was acting all wrong

We don't need to say goodbye
We don't need to fight and cry
We, we could hold each other tight tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight

Trailer Reservation Day

I forgot how much i liked Beth Orton, i love her goddamnit.

Yesterday i picked her cds of my shelve and started to listen to them and i have to say, they are fucking brilliant. I have everything until Daybreaker, then the other i didn't bought 'cause they were comps, and the last one she got out i found quite boring, but good overall.

Go listen to Beth again and enjoy... :)

Writing...

I believe that no one cares about me anymore, enough said.

Or i'm just sad.

Anyway...

Otherwise

I don't feel very well, in all aspects of my life right now, but i wanted to write something here.

A month ago (more or less) i started to work in the National Fund For The Arts again, but this time in a program that helps the development of independent magazines, another program for the literary translations of works in another languages into spanish and a program for translating mexican works into another language.

I got in that job 'cause Gabriela (my boss) told me i was going to be handling all the info about those programs and that i had to be in touch with all the people wo got the money the ask for their work. Anyway, i got there on day one and... surprise!!!!!! i was there to make xerox copies and whatnot, but not the things that she "wanted" me to do when we talked. So, i think you can imagine how frustrated i am in a job like this, it's horrible.

I'm gonna quit in a couple of weeks, i'm just waiting to get my paycheck next week and then i'm gonna tell Gabriela to look for a replacement, since i can't work there no mo.

K, in another news... INTERPOL IS COMING AGAIN!!!!! But in a far place from my house. Pie, remember Santa Fe? They are playing there, in a university, right next to the mall where we saw ZODIACOOOOO!!!!!! Mwhahaha!!!!! :P

I don't think i'll have the money to go though, but i'm happy they returned... :D

I'm so nervous too because of my exam for film school, since it's in two weeks and i'm very anxious, i dunno what the fuck is wrong with me... :'(

Love ya all, and thank you for keep reading this, your humble bloggy.

Kissy kissy :*

Come and get me in my sleep...

This is for u, 'cause i'm cool like that... :) :*

Intepol - C'mere

Daniel is the greatest, period.

I was thinking that night about Elvis... then he died

I don't know what to say. Not today.

My best friend Danae is going for a year to a god-forsaken place far north in the republic to do her internship of medicine. It's a really strange feeling, like emptyness, 'cause we saw each other everyday for the past 10 years, everyday, so it is so fucking strange not having her around.

At night, we went outside to smoke and talk about our lives and just the thought that i'm not gonna be able to do that with her for a very long time is killing me. I feel alone again. I know i have my friends and all, my other pals, but she is such an important part of my life, that is really painfull.

I wish her all the best in the world and she's gonna be a fucking amazing doctor, that's for sure.

So, i love you, even though you're never gonna read this, i really do.

Kisses to this lonely night.

:'(

Now that we've met...

I can't seem to write down anything that can measure of express what i feel, literally.

It was SO great, SO fantastic, SO many things that words don't match anything i want to say.

The only stuff that comes up is pure cheesyness, 'cause you made me so happy, so so so happy.

I got the chance to hang out with my brother, my friend, a truely remarkable guy that the only thing that he deserves is to be inmensely happy if he chooses to be. He's THAT great. I haven't met anyone like him, like you.

You're my bro man, and i think you know it. I love you so much and thank you for bothering to come all this way for a Torta di Punta!... :D

Hugs... <3

What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?

M. Ward (feat. Neko Case, Jim James and Kelly Hogan) - Chinese Translation



Beautiful.

Gringo Bod!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Well, after all these 5 years that we've been talking, becoming friends, and i think that caring for one another, Pie came to visit me.

Yesterday (the first day) it was kind of intense, i was cleaning my house from 5 days before and i couldn't finish cleaning up by 3pm (he arrived at 5:30pm). I went to the airport to pick him up with Danaé and Yessica, and i was really nervous, REALLY. I got there and i didn't saw him and i started to get anxious, checking arrivals and stuff and then "RIIIIING RIIIIING", my cell was ringing, it was him, that he was in another gate. I started walking to the other gate and BAM!, he was there, in front of me, after all these years. So, we smiled and i hugged him. I introduced him to my friends and we took of, for a beer at Coyoacan, the neighborhood where Frida Kahlo lived and had her house. I got a little bit drunk (with two beers) and then we came back here, at my place.

Immediatly, Vinnie started to bark at him and Romy too, 'cause they always do that with strangers. Dogo came down and was a love, like always, he smelled him and started to move his tail. The Sussie came down and fell in love with him, she can't leave him alone, she wags her tail sooo much that it's unbelieveable.

I'm so happy that he's here, i hope he has a nice time.

We'll be going to Chiapas tomorrow morning so, see ya all very soon.

Love you all... <3

Closing Time

Today is my father's professional exam. He's gonna screen his movie and then a bunch of freaky people is gonna ask him stuff about it, how it was made, why, when, etc.

This film was made 20+ years ago, and it's a movie about a gay serial killer, scary as shit. My dad is kinda insane... :D

Also, the best news i've had in years, IN YEARS, is that DA BOD, the one and only Bod, the Bod himself is gonna step mexican ground in a few weeks... WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

I'm so fucking happy, words can't explain what i feel right now.

Bliss.

Hmmm...

Well, yesterday was the graduation party of Danae, my dear friend. It was really emotional for me, because my partner in crime leave me here all alone, for almost two years, to go and make her hospítal internship in a town far away from here. I didn't want to cry, but i did, i couldn't help myself, i was too sad or i'm too emotional lately.

Anyway, the party ended at 4:30am and the afterparty was at Danae's house (two houses away from mine :P) and it ended at 9:30am. It was so funny, because everyone left except a very drunk guy that fell asleep in the table. It was an odyssey to wake him up, like hour and a half or so. Haha, it was so funny... :P

Well, not all things were fun yesterday. Yessica's house was robbed (and the fuckers took her car, laptop, desk pc, etc). I talked to her this morning and she was better, more calm. Fucking idiots, hope they rot in hell. Period.

I couldn't keep the night from coming in...

Well, i'm back from a looooong week of work at MACO, the contemporary art fair. Blanca hired me this time as her personal translator, because she doesn't talk shit of english, so, she needed someone who was with her the whole time arranging interviews with the artists of the galleries and what not.

The place where MACO took place was horrible, it was in a residential building under construction. The first floor and the basement, that is the parking lot. No no no no, you really can't imagine the chaos that was like. I spent all the five days running up and down for useless stuff, waiting hours to do something, etc. It's really tiring not doing anything and just feeling time passing by so slowly.

But anyway, i'm here, recovering for the week and reading a bit books that i left half way through.

Kisses... :)

Strange...

I can't get to feel 100% good, you know the feeling? It's like something is holding me down to get to the place i want to be in, the place i want to feel comfortable in. Anyway, that never seems to happen...

I wanted to talk to a guy i knew some months ago in a party in Cuernavaca, a friend of my friend's Danae's cousin. All these months i've asked Danae to ask his cousin the email so i can talked to this very cool guy, and yesterday she finally did, after all these months she did. BUT, i added him yesterday and i hoped i could bump up to him in all the day's course, but nothing. I get impatient and i found out through a site where you can see who blocked you and stuff, and apparently, he did... :(

Why all these things happen to me?... :/

Love to you all... <3

I Don't Want To Sleep Alone

Syndromes and a Century

Country Mile

Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
The singer in the band made me want to cry
We’re all inside our own heads now
We are leaving new friends
We are leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me
I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns

Once again I’ll be the foolish one
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
Don’t you worry, don’t get in a state
I don’t believe in true love anyway
Who’s being pessimistic now
I could document this as our first and our last row
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm

I won’t be seeing you for a long while
I hope it’s not as long as a country mile
I feel lost

I want to feel pretty...

For you... and for me.

And I am blue... and i'm well

Well, i guess i can say i'm back... :D

I'm doing quite alright, feeling very tired from the work at the film fest, which was INTENSE. I think this time it was really stressy and difficult, like body wise, because i wasn't expecting to be carrying heavy stuff, running from one floor to the other and so on, so, it was kinda like that for all the ten days that the festival lasts.

The festival newspaper asked me (well, the programmers actually) to write an article on Syndromes and A Century from Apitchatpong Weerasethakul and it was published and they told me it was a really good one so, i'm really proud of that. I watched two films on the cinema and another 10 or 12 at home on DVD. I'm gonna recommend you all some of those latur.

I've missed you all so fucking very much and i want to know everything i've missed in the last month or so that i've been out of touch with all of ya darling.

See you soon... :)

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Da Fuckin' Bodday!!!!

Unlike Me

There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present,
Nor for the future.
All I know is
That I'm here;
Don't know for how long.
I love the way
You live so intensely
Enjoy every minute of life
With space to swing
Your arms around
Laughing loudly

Unlike me
Unlike me
Do you think I'm strange?
Unlike you
Unlike you
I am not pretending

There is no time,
There is no time,
There is no time,
Time doesn't really exist.

The past, the present,
And the future,
Are all side by side,
Hand in hand.
You move and change,
Yet you go nowhere:
Everything stays the same.
You stare at me,
And ask me questions,
Makes me nervous,
This room it keeps a constant tone
While I'm on a roller coaster

Unlike me
Unlike me
Do you think I'm strange
Unlike you
Unlike you
I am not pretending

There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
Time doesn't really exist

There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
Time doesn't really exist