martes, 12 de agosto de 2008

favourites

Me la he encontrado ordenando carpetas. Preciosa. Cartier-Bresson.

lunes, 11 de agosto de 2008

the lake- antony

Algún día tenía que colgarla, y hoy mi ipod me ha despertado con ella, sonando por primera vez en casa, en un momento de esos que mientras van pasando sabes que recordarás siempre, mientras fuera, amaneciendo, 7.a.m., llovía sin parar. Hecha mierda o muriendo de feliz, me deja siempre sin palabras.



The Lake EP- Antony and The Johnsons / Edgar Allen Poe

In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered around

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined
Springing from a darkened mind
Death was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining
Whose wildering though could even make
An Eden of that dim lake

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Springing from a darkened mind
So lovely was the loneliness
In youth's spring, it was my lot
In its stilly melody
An Eden of that dim lake
An Eden of that dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2008


Desayuno, resaca, dudas, islas, ganas, tranvía, sol.
Suena: Moon Safari, Air.

sábado, 9 de agosto de 2008

jueves, 7 de agosto de 2008

agosto en santander



Marvellous weather.

lunes, 4 de agosto de 2008

diario de bitácora (de los peligros de bajarse mal)

La caída del verano!! Entra de cabeza al ranking top 3, que queda así:

- P., 2006, vestido de traje, en el puerto. Chof, chof (los zapatos, al salir).
- Yo, 2005, saco un pie antes que el otro, sube la zodiac, y se me queda la otra pierna arriba, así que entro de cabeza, delante de toda la pasarela del puntal, en vestido, con la mochila puesta y en hora punta.
- J., 2008, la bahía, pisa la goma de la zodiac, se desliza suavemente y termina dentro y hasta los sobacos de agua, agarrándose al borde del barco, camisa empapada, gafas de sol puestas...

Detalle, diario de bitácora:

Video descriptivo:


sábado, 2 de agosto de 2008

post-it nº 94: luces

Sol, sábado, y (primera!) carta en el buzón.


(Suena, en una de mis versiones favoritas...:

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