tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72740697464601283722012-02-16T14:58:01.972-08:00TMRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07826410166490310335noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274069746460128372.post-2419776151563519882007-09-23T21:16:00.000-07:002007-09-23T21:20:47.010-07:00una de mis canciones favoritas de The Cure... a veces creo que se tendrìa que titular "Tamara Sometimes...."<br /><br /><br />Charlotte Sometimes<br />all the faces<br />all the voices blur<br />change to one face<br />change to one voice<br />prepare yourself for bed<br />the light seems bright<br />and glares on white walls<br />all the sounds of<br />charlotte sometimes<br />into the night with<br />charlotte sometimes<br /><br />night after night she lay alone in bed<br />her eyes so open to the dark<br />the streets all looked so strange<br />they seemed so far away<br />but charlotte did not cry<br /><br />the people seemed so close<br />playing expressionless games<br />the people seemed<br />so close<br />so many<br />other names...<br /><br />sometimes i'm dreaming<br />where all the other people dance<br />sometimes i'm dreaming<br />charlotte sometimes<br />sometimes i'm dreaming<br />expressionless the trance<br />sometimes i'm dreaming<br />so many different names<br />sometimes i'm dreaming<br />the sounds all stay the same<br />sometimes i'm dreaming<br />she hopes to open shadowed eyes<br />on a different world<br />come to me<br />scared princess<br />charlotte sometimes<br /><br />on that bleak track<br />(see the sun is gone again)<br />the tears were pouring down her face<br />she was crying and crying for a girl<br />who died so many years before...<br /><br />sometimes i dream<br />where all the other people dance<br />sometimes i dream<br />charlotte sometimes<br />sometimes i dream<br />the sounds all stay the same<br />sometimes i'm dreaming<br />there are so many different names<br />sometimes i dream<br />sometimes i dream...<br /><br />charlotte sometimes crying for herself<br />charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself<br />but it's always with love<br />with so much love it looks like<br />everything else<br />of charlotte sometimes<br />so far away<br />glass sealed and pretty<br />charlotte sometimes<br /><br /><br />y me quedo con la mejor frase... " the people seemed so close<br /> playing expressionless games..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7274069746460128372-241977615156351988?l=karmakosmik15.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TMRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07826410166490310335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274069746460128372.post-91973607391933623922007-09-02T19:19:00.000-07:002007-09-02T19:24:14.663-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCfGyqY8j-M/RttvoxqzWrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cKbPJMfPmyo/s1600-h/1187462522_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCfGyqY8j-M/RttvoxqzWrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cKbPJMfPmyo/s320/1187462522_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105797348872903346" border="0" /></a><br />Les voy a decir lo que es hoy (ademàs de domingo)... es uno de "aquellos" dias q se estan volviendo frecuentes en mi rutinaria y aparente aburrida vida (todos hechamos leña al fuego de una imgen pre-fabricada y post-fabricada por los demas)....<br />Uno no puede evitar lo q siente, pero siempre hay formas alternativas de tragar saliva y pensar que carajo pasa? no hay motivos, no hay razon. Pero luego me doy cuenta de q no todo en la vida tiene q tener una razon, un sentido, en fin... mas alla de q nos cuestionemos q mierda significa cada una de esas palabaras para nosotros mismos... y para otros.<br />Una especie de sentimiento "sin-sentido", "sin-contenido" (lease sentido=sentir y/o = algo coherente, y contenido=definicion y/o =contener)<br />Como dice la cancion q estoy escuchando ahora mismo: "each day more frightening..."<br />Frase que cierra estos pequeños parrafos....<br />Y una foto sacada por mi una tarde en el cementerio...un reflejo que se toma como "lo real", como en las fotografias, como en la vida...<br /><br /><br />P.D. (Post Decadencia) : www.fotolog.com/karmakosmik15<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7274069746460128372-9197360739193362392?l=karmakosmik15.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TMRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07826410166490310335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274069746460128372.post-59817733708633574492007-05-20T17:42:00.000-07:002007-05-20T18:14:34.227-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCfGyqY8j-M/RlDyRe6WEpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6YHntQf57sA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066815962961285778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCfGyqY8j-M/RlDyRe6WEpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6YHntQf57sA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.fortunecity.com/rivendell/legend/728/giger/giger.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>un mundo sin lógica</div><br /><br /><div>la lógica sin el mundo</div><br /><br /><div>el mundo sin el mundo</div><br /><br /><div>la lógica sin la lógica</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>2+2=5</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>redefinir el sentido del sinsentido</div><br /><br /><div>o los límites de nuestra ignorancia</div><br /><br /><div>límites standard</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>no te desvíes</div><br /><br /><div>las curvas son peligrosas</div><br /><br /><div>y los atajos nos tranquilizan momentáneamente</div><br /><br /><div>pero no así su contenido</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>domestica tu mente</div><br /><br /><div>y todo saldrá bien....</div><br /><br /><div>revuelve tu mente</div><br /><br /><div>y serás d-e-m-e-n-t-e....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div><br />IMAGEN: H. R. Giger<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7274069746460128372-5981773370863357449?l=karmakosmik15.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TMRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07826410166490310335noreply@blogger.com0