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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...
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...
sábado, 9 de agosto de 2008
jueves, 7 de agosto de 2008
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:
- 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:
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sábado, 2 de agosto de 2008
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