This is the end, my only friend, The end.

END OF 2007

temporada de patos!!!

"Meine Ehre heißt Treue"

The heart wants,

what the heart wants.

Frohe Weihnachten!!!

"Show me how you do that trick

The one that makes me scream" she said

"The one that makes me laugh" she said

And threw her arms around my neck

"Show me how you do it

And I promise you I promise that

I'll run away with you

I'll run away with you"



Spinning on that dizzy edge

I kissed her face and kissed her head

And dreamed of all the different ways I had

To make her glow

"Why are you so far away?" she said

"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you

That I'm in love with you"



You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels

Dancing in the deepest oceans

Twisting in the water

You're just like a dream



Daylight licked me into shape

I must have been asleep for days

And moving lips to breathe her name

I opened up my eyes

And found myself alone alone

Alone above a raging sea

That stole the only girl I loved

And drowned her deep inside of me



You

Soft and only

You

Lost and lonely

You

Just like heaven

10.15

on a saturday night

and the tap drips under the strip light

and i'm sitting in the kitchen sink

and the tap drips drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...



waiting for the telephone to ring

and i'm wondering where she's been

and i'm crying for yesterday


and the tap drips drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...

it's always the same...

Always know if the juice
is worth the squeeze.

The day we stop lookin',
                 is the day we die.

THX1138

I see a river, It's oceans that I want.
You have to give me everything, Everything's not enough.

It's my desire, To give myself to you
Sometimes

Sometimes I try, Sometimes I lie, with you
Sometimes I cry, Sometimes I die, it's true
Somewhere I find, Something that's kind

And I've crossed the line again, A line I drew in sand.
Still you give me everything, And everything's not enough.

I'm ready but not willing, To give myself to you
Sometimes

Sometimes I try, Sometimes I lie, with you
Sometimes I cry, Sometimes I die, it's true
Somewhere I find, Something that's kind

Come on over, Lay down beside me, And I'll try
Come on over, Lay down beside me, And I'll try
And I'll try

I want it all

I'm lost in a forest,
all alone.
The girl was never there,
it's always the same.
I'm running towards nothing,
again and again and again...

and if you fool yourself...

you will think you're happy.

you're really in a laundry room.

Pasa el tiempo y ahora creo que
el vacío es un lugar normal.

i'm an inmortal star.

here.

"I wish i could eat the salt off your lost faded lips"

...

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate real hard and it doesn't work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out
But there's always someone there going


-Hey Isra:
You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately.
You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you'll feel a lot better


-And I go:
No it's okay, you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone I'll figure it out. You know I'll just work by myself.


-And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.


-And I go:
No I don't want to I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself and they just keep bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it builds up inside.


So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.


I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there she called my name
And I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming: ISRA! ISRA!


-And I go:
What, what's the matter


-And she goes:
What's the matter with you?


-I go:
There's nothing-wrong mom.


-And she goes:
Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!


-And I go:
No mom I'm not on drugs I'm okay, I was just thinking you know, why don't you get me a Pepsi.


-And she goes:
NO you're on drugs!


-I go:
Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking.


-She goes:
No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way!


-I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please


All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.


They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy


I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up a chair and they sat down, they go:
Isra, we need to talk to you


-And I go:
Okay what's the matter


-They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you've been having a lot of problems,
You've been going off for no reason and we're afraid you're gonna hurt somebody,
We're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need.


-And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!?
My best interest?! How can you know what's my best interest is?
How can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy?
When I went to your schools, I went to your churches,
I went to your institutional learning facilities?! So how can you say I'm crazy.


They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I'll be dead


I'm not crazy - in an institution
You're the one who's crazy - in an institution
You're driving me crazy - in an institution


They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself


It doesn't matter I'll probably get hit by a car anyway

[st-i]

"solo con el corazon podemos ver claramente,
lo escencial es invisible a los ojos"

Why does it always rain on me???

El Hombre no esta hecho para la derrota.
Un hombre puede ser destruido,
pero no derrotado.

E. Hemingway

Mujer que te acercas a mí, no quieras saber cómo me llamo.
Para ti soy el Ángel sin Nombre: ni puedo decírtelo, ni podrías pronunciarlo.
Sabía que vendrías de abajo, estaba escrito que la ciudad te enviaría a mí, y te esperaba.
Con la ansiedad de la tierra, que en su pálpito de tinieblas aguarda la claridad salvadora del sol, así te he esperado.
Y ahora que estás aquí, no te conozco.
Busco acercarme a ti, estiro la mano para tocarte.
Pero tu piel es llama y me quema, no sé resistir el dolor intensísimo del contacto.
No me hables, no me mires.
Tus palabras me aturden y tu mirada se clava, intolerable, en mis ojos.
Pero no te alejes.
Mucha cercanía me asfixia, mucha distancia me mata.
Veo tu pelo ondular al otro lado del cristal, la maraña de tu pelo que flota y que llena tu lado del espacio.
Me aterra tu cuerpo incomprensible, huyo de tus manos que quieren agarrarme, pero la niebla rubia de tu pelo me llama, bondadosa, me invita a salir del frío y a hundirme en la música de su fiesta amarilla.
No me asusta tu pelo porque es excrecencia, ya salió de ti y no te pertenece, me acompaña pero no me atrapa, me roza pero no me quema.
Toco tu pelo y no siento dolor.
No insistas en saber cómo me llamo.
Tal vez no tengo nombre, y si lo tengo es múltiple, y mutante.
Mi nombre, mis nombres: huidizos, equívocos, cargados de resonancias.
No hay en tu mundo oídos que perciban su frecuencia, ni tímpanos que no revienten con su eco.
No quieras hablarme: tus palabras son ruido.
Llegan a mí fragmentadas, son trozos afilados de un vidrio roto.
Me lastiman haciéndome sangrar, y nada me dicen.
No intentes quererme: tu amor me destruye.
No pretendas que te quiera: no soy de aquí, no estoy aquí, trato de llegar y no puedo.
Me atormenta tu presencia: pesa demasiado.
Tu peso quiebra mis alas y desata mis miedos.
Tu pelo, en cambio, me recibe alegre, y en él anido.
Sus hebras solares me hacen cosquillas, me hacen reír.
No te alejes.
No me toques, no te acerques tanto, pero no te vayas.
Ten conmigo infinita paciencia, porque infinito es el número de los días que te esperé.
Acógeme en tu pelo que es manto de lana, estampida de ovejas por praderas de luz.
Rescátame de la existencia ambigua, de la confusión del aire.
Limpia esta sustancia turbia, hecha de lejanía y silencio, que se adhiere a mis sentidos y los nubla, que penetra en mis entrañas y me ahoga.
Que sea el manantial tibio de tu pelo el que me arrope, y no las sombras.

L. Restrepo

"...para que pueda ser, he de ser otro,

salir de mí, buscarme entre los otros,

los otros que no son si yo no existo,

los otros que me dan plena existencia,

no soy, no hay yo, siempre somos nosotros..."



O.Paz

Policia Karma

Karma police,
arrest me please,
i talk in maths.

I buzz like a fridge,
i'm like a detuned radio.

Karma police,
arrest this girl,
her pretty smile.

is making me feel ill,
And i have crashed into her.

This is what i get,
when i mess with her.

Karma police,
Ive given all I can,
its not enough.

Ive given all I can,
but she doesn't know,
how hard i try.

This is what i get,
when i mess with her.

And for a minute with her,
I lost myself, I lost myself.

For a minute with her,
I lost myself, I lost myself...