Baraja tus cartas y mira a tu alrededor
Ya ves como todo aunque cambiante
Es constante
Las trampas del tiempo no entienden
Razonamientos baratos venidos a menos
Cuando mienten
Sincérate con la vida y salta al otro lado
Inherente al amarillento destino
Que mira al pasado
Los caminos de piedra blanca quieren
Sugerir un nuevo futuro
Que sea intenso y puro
La loca te desgarró la vida soñada
Pinta la cara y ve hacia
Ese nuevo mundo

be Mine

Past for what comes next
Turn it all around and make it last
Yes, to join you in fact

And be inside your jar
No matter how far
You already have your part

The blue reflection of me
Made me feel free
From what it could be

Now this time
Be kind
Be mine

Should we just throw our arms to each other and
Shoot ourselves?
Should you tell me no other was in there and
Disguise yourself?
Should I say don’t bother, should I- should I
Lie to myself?
Should we clean the hours, should we be outsiders
Should we hide in the shell?

Must it be tormenta
Must it be sangrienta
Must it drive to Hell?

It’s gonna be mind-blowing
I’m gonna see you showing
me the End itself

Ballardiando

(What he believes)
I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen. (...)
I believe in the death of tomorrow, in the exhaustion of time, in our search for a new time within the smiles of auto-route waitresses and the tired eyes of air-traffic controllers at out-of-season airports. (...)
I believe in madness, in the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the lunacy of flowers, in the disease stored up for the human race by the Apollo astronauts.I believe in nothing.
I believe in Max Ernst, Delvaux, Dali, Titian, Goya, Leonardo, Vermeer, Chirico, Magritte, Redon, Duerer, Tanguy, the Facteur Cheval, the Watts Towers, Boecklin, Francis Bacon, and all the invisible artists within the psychiatric institutions of the planet.I believe in the impossibility of existence, in the humor of mountains, in the absurdity of electromagnetism, in the farce of geometry, in the cruelty of arithmetic, in the murderous intent of logic. (...)
I believe in flight, in the beauty of the wing, and in the beauty of everything that has ever flown, in the stone thrown by a small child that carries with it the wisdom of statesmen and midwives.I believe in the gentleness of the surgeon's knife, in the limitless geometry of the cinema screen, in the hidden universe within supermarkets, in the loneliness of the sun, in the garrulousness of planets, in the repetitiveness or ourselves, in the inexistence of the universe and the boredom of the atom. (...)
I believe in the next five minutes.I believe in the history of my feet.I believe in migraines, the boredom of afternoons, the fear of calendars, the treachery of clocks.I believe in anxiety, psychosis and despair.I believe in the perversions, in the infatuations with trees, princesses, prime ministers, derelict filling stations (more beautiful than the Taj Mahal), clouds and birds.I believe in the death of the emotions and the triumph of the imagination.I believe in Tokyo, Benidorm, La Grande Motte, Wake Island, Eniwetok, Dealey Plaza.
I believe in alcoholism, venereal disease, fever and exhaustion. I believe in pain. I believe in despair. I believe in all children.I believe in maps, diagrams, codes, chess-games, puzzles, airline timetables, airport indicator signs. I believe all excuses.
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I believe all reasons.I believe all hallucinations.I believe all anger.I believe all mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions.I believe in the mystery and melancholy of a hand, in the kindness of trees, in the wisdom of light.

A Tormenta Te

Atorméntate
Atorméntate
Quien menos tú
Aliméntate
De todo aquello
Decadente
Haz como siempre
Y miente
Vaga por la vida
Indigente
Atorméntate

Mira hacia tras
Indiferente
(Atorméntate)
Busca el gozo
De siempre
(Atorméntate)
Y repite y repite
Inherente
Atorméntate

nossos fantasmas internos já nos atormentam, que será de nós deixando-nos aniquilar por vozes alheias.....

Espectro Aliado

Claro-escuro avermelhado
Azul anil abrilhantado
Cinzento desbotado
Amarelo verde espelhado

Cor em flor mal amada
Estopor de dor desenfreada
Luz de por do sol calada
Frescor da vida anunciada

Vem depor, vem preparada
Faz amor, de cara lavada
Tras pudor, esconde a cara
Em tua noite, tresloucada

Radiohead - Nude

now that you feel

And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

ROCK IN RIO

Madrid2008

COME

Come into leaking feeling
And shining gloves
Come into arms wide soft
And hands so strong

Come into vainness breeze
In vein less leafs
Come into calm strings in sea
Into the glass of loss filled

Jump through black full of holes
And holes full of blackness
Jump through the end of the world
Where we share sweet sadness

Smile those tears out
Smile like you had it all
Smile knowing. how
Is it possible you always hit the ground?