Jorgito on Men - Chapter One

Chapter One

I've seen men up close when they go crazy

their legs give out, they turn speechless 

they go places and sit on the corners,  alone and in silence,

with a mess for a hairdo, some wrinkled bills in their pockets

and a face that shouts out, Lord please kill me now. 

The graduation of a man.

Heartbreak. 

Wow, there is to much to say about this,

I have to rethink this post.

I'll be back

El hada madrina del romo

pide un deseo a la hada madrina del romo y encontraras una chata debajo de tu almohada.

Believe.

Jorgito on Women - Chapter One

Chapter One

there is nothing like the presence of women.

a woman.

a beautiful, soft, pissed off woman.

or just a woman.

I've read about them, I see what they like, what they don't

I've also seen up close how they moan, sweat and bite on my shoulders,

I've even seen them smile, truly smile, 

and that's it for me. The smile, how they've smiled in front of me.

How she used to smile in front of me.

And then we drink, we see movies, we write and write, 

and I can't figure them out.

Women and their weird and mysterious ways that makes

men turn into christmas trees, 

into boxes and boxes of booze. 

I've cooked for them my best dishes, 

I've read the best poems, 

I've taught them jujitsu,

Even how to drive,

And still can get them, how their minds work,

how listening, loving, understanding them is not enough at times.

I wonder.

Do women know that time is running out?

that we are progress under the sky

that we can stop  being here for good at any moment?

I don't quite get it.

fear? 

I wonder.

And I wonder again.

So yeah, I love women.

I love you.

Strawberry

Después de un largo semestre y la dicha de conocer a cada uno de mis alumnos

solo queda hacer una cosa, hacer un behind the scenes!

Ahí les va.

El dolor de Dwight [ The office, la mejor serie actual]

Fort Minor - Where'd You Go [favorite vids2]

Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life [favorite vid 1]

The Wrestler. Darren Aronofsky is back

Back in the late 80s, Randy The Ram Robinson (Mickey Rourke) was a headlining professional wrestler. Now, twenty years later, he ekes out a living performing for handfuls of diehard wrestling fans in high school gyms and community centers around New Jersey. Estranged from his daughter (Evan Rachel Wood) and unable to sustain any real relationships, Randy lives for the thrill of the show and the adoration of his fans. However, a heart attack forces him into retirement. As his sense of identity starts to slip away, he begins to evaluate the state of his life.

The venus project

Scarcity: (also called paucity) is the problem of infinite human needs and wants, in a world of finite resources. In other words, society does not have sufficient productive resources to fulfill those wants and needs. Alternatively, scarcity implies that not all of society's goals can be pursued at the same time

http://www.thevenusproject.com/

http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/

A feast of friends

El Maestro: Carl Sagan.

Curly aspects on top of your hills

y termino un trago de green label ahora, que me ha dejado Valerio

Valerio el hermano, el loco, el inteligente, el hermano de nuevo,

y me frizo, me paro y le doy al paso al teclado,

a mi teclado,

pienso en aceras limpias de calle toledo,

o la estación de ventas,

pero más aún me paro de nuevo a ver mis dedos,

que forman escaleras, tumban lo que callo y me sientan otra vez

a verte aqui, a hablarte mierdas y uno que otro dato de los illuminati 

que se que no sabes. 

Rizos, si tus rizos, si los tuyos, si tus manos y claro que tu caminar.

I want to take a picture of butterflies talking,

what would they talk about? the weather? the economy? or just maybe,

they just complement themselves on their ever changing colors that we all neglect,

colors, the colors, 

I see colors when we smile.

Let's swim to the moon, ah ha
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin' that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive

Warm beer, cold women [tom waits]

warm beer, cold women.

nada me pone mas bar, mas taverna, mas cigarrillos en colilla que

warm beer, cold women

es eso verdad? birras calientes y mujeres frías?

las pobres, los pobres nosotros.

una cerveza caliente con una mujer cold.

yes, exactly.

warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in
every joint I stumbled into tonight
that's just how it's been
all these double knit strangers with
gin and vermouth and recycled stories
in the naugahyde booths

with the platinum blondes
and tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinkin' to forget you
lite another cigarette
and the band's playin' something
by Tammy Wynette
and the drinks are on me tonight

all my conversations I'll just be
talkin' about you baby
borin' some sailor as I try to get through
I just want him to listen
that's all you have to do
he said I'm better off without you
till I showed him my tattoo

now the moon's rising
ain't got no time to lose
time to get down to drinking
tell the band to play the blues
drink's are on me, I'll buy another round
at the last ditch attempt saloon

warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in
every joint I stumbled into tonight
that's just how it's been
all these double knit strangers with
gin and vermouth and recycled stories
in the naugahyde booths

with the platinum blondes
and tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinking to forget you
lite another cigarette
and the band's playing somethin'
by Johnnie Barnett
and the drinks are on me tonight

Cinema

Alive and Well while in cinema.

When the music's over, just turn off the lights

que son estas barajas que me miran, este deck con el que pierdo al holdem'

al rojo de las esquinas que no me cortan, no me muelen, no me sueltan y no me importan

que son estas cintas y betacams que me llenan la mesa, que huelen a plástico reciclado

que es reciclar? que se puede reciclar? puedo yo reciclar?

que pasa con los gringos y nosotros prestando atención? para que?

Barrack Hussein Obama. 

porque me acuerdo de sus rizos, de sus ojos, de sus no rizos, tenía rizos para empezar?

toco este teclado duro, toco este teclado que limpiaré mañana de nuevo, como todos los días

porque quien más limpio, o es que soy sucio y tengo que recojerme los regueros a diario?

por qué me pregunto tantas banales?

tal vez estoy nervioso, nervioso por su piel, o por guiones, o es que nadie se acuerda ya de nada? de nadita nadita? C' mon! alguien... nadie?

quien se pone lentes de dos colores, y por qué maricon es un insulto?

Porque mis manchas suben y bajan? están jugando conmigo? 

quién es que sabe tanto? por qué no me llevan donde todo el mundo siente igual?

en el mundo, mundo mudo, mundo tuyo.

cuando estaba debajo de la cama de mis padres encendí el fósforo porque temía a la oscuridad [todavía me da miedo], yo sabía que todo se quemaría.

era pirómano? quemé muchas cosas, cosas lindas, cosas feas y que al aceptar fuego emanaban hedor del malo. del peor. ahora le temo al fuego. eh?

porque pongo tantos acentos y otros no? es que me da la gana algunas cosas?

o es que las planifico?

estas y otras banales preguntas más estan en el mismo programa a la misma hora siempre. pero nunca en el mismo canal. shit.

solo se esto, lo uncio que quiero saber, lo que se saber:

love moves me, it takes me out of my wrinkled bed around 8

more or less, 

the clock making noise,

my phone clock that is,

I daydream in the shower, and becomes the best part of the day,

I have 2 fried eggs, a piece of bread, and a strong coffee with some milk,

m  i  l  k  , 

sometimes,

and I remember beautiful moments that turn on my iTunes,

and Chet pops up to fuck with my day,

Chet Baker, fuckin' Chet Baker,

genius, singer, junkie, a man,

and then I come to peace, 

my mind takes a hike

and I pretend to know what to expect,

I burn a red one and all comes to me,

All the things I've done, 

all of them,

they slowly play with me,

I miss Madrid, I miss Manhattan,

I want to love this town again,

bit it smells like 2 day old dead formaldehyde rats,

I have another drag,

open the door to my house,

fake palindromes eco,

and there it comes:

the breeze,

and tells me to shut the fuck up.

Thanks for Hunter S. Thompson, William Ian Miller, Nietzsche Jim Morrison, Benedetti, Carl Sagan, Wes Anderson and all those books, movies, directors, writers, dead friends, dead relatives and dead dreams of things I don't want to remember.

I'm a soft milk pudin based Ironman.

peace.love.understanding. 

no games please. 

And if you need those, buy a fuckin' a monopoly.

I'm going to shoot a short film written by yours truly

All dead, All dead = Se fue, se fue

Llego sin un centavo, sin nada que perder, una mujer sin nombre con todo por hacer  Vivimos cada dia sin preguntar porque jugamos a ese juego que nunca olvidare  Se fue, se fue el sueño aquel no se adonde lo deje Se fue,se fue y yo me quede pensando en lo que ayer se fue murio... se fue...  Y vuelve ese verano, tan claro como ayer pero es solo un reflejo de lo que pudo ser  En todo lo que veo su imagen siempre esta y no puedo evitarlo no dejo de pensar  Se fue, se fue como un vendaval Y aun escucho su cancion  Se fue, se fue el sueño aquel ya no volvera se fue, murio... se fue...  Se fue, se fue no hay porque llorar el tiempo nos igualara  Se fue, se fue dura es la verdad y no quiero creer que ya se fuee se fue... murio... se fue.... murio...

Not to touch the earth

I can never pick anything ever.

I like change.

this is the only thing i've been able to pick.

My favorite song.

Maybe it's not the best played, or maybe the lyrics are insane

but this is the song that I hum, AND THIS IS MUSIC TO ME

POETRY AND THE DOORS BACKING IT UP. 

I need it to share this.

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
Let's run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Whoa!

Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home

Ya, c'mon!

We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside the evenin'

Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon!
Soon!
Soon!

I am the Lizard King
I can do anything

is everybody in?

poetry comes to me like blankets when i don't need them

electric poetry from the lizard king are tales of things that will never happen

or have they? 

poetry comes to me like white rice when i need some pasta, but i comes.

I'll invite you to read some of Jim's writings ,

and yes, forget the world, forget the people, forget the drugs

and find what is in, 

is everybody in?? the show is about to begin...

Black Polished Chrome

The music was new
black polished chrome
And came over the summer
like liquid night.
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
and play for seven days
They went to the studio
And someone knew him
Someone knew the TV showman
He came to our homeroom party
and played records
And when he left in the hot noon sun
and walked to his car
We saw the chooks had written
F-U-C-K on his windshield
He wiped it off with a rag
and smiling coolly drove away
He's rich. Got a big car.

My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
The dust
the shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair.

Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time.
This place has everything. C'mon...
I show you.

Never mean. Never.

I will never treat you mean 
Never start no kind of scene 
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been 

Always a playground instructor, never a killer, 
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over, 
He maneuvered two girls in to his hotel room. 
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger 
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican. 
Poor boys thighs and buttocks scarred by a father's belt, 
She's trying to rise. 
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games, 
Handsome lad, dead in a car. 
Confusion. 
No connections. 
Come 'ere. 
I love you. 
Peace on earth. 
Will you die for me? 
Eat me. 
This way. 
The end

Zeitgeist.

Si no la ha visto, si ha escuchado hablar de Zeitgeist, si no ha oido nada sobre este documental, les invito e imploro a ver este trabajo, totalmente gratis en el link que sigue debajo. Preparese para ver Zeitgeist. 

Documentary about a) the origin of christian faith b) how american banks have seized worldpower at the beginning of the 20th century c) how these 2 items are related to the wars fought in the 20th and 21st century.

Zeitgeist (2007)

Director: Peter Joseph

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-594683847743189197

Rent the following

Lo mejor que he visto ultimamente

The Office Season 4

Nada puede hacerte reir y sentirte incómodo que the office.

La mejor serie de comedia actualmente. Solo las comparo con Arrested Development y Seinfeld.

Lust Caution (2007)

Director: Ang Lee

Fotografía impresionante, actuaciones superiores, dirección de arte impecable, edición y montaje casi perfecto.

In Bruges (2008)

Director: Martin McDonagh

Tenía mucho tiempo sin ver una película que cumpliera su cometido de entretener 

como fue ver "In Bruges" 

Things keep changing

yo volaba chichigua a esa edad con supervision de mi papa, y era lo maximo.

la era digital esta aqui.

Creo que me voy a pelar a caco pronto a ver que tal

Shooting movies is the shit!

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

On the road

Quiero cojer carretera. Tipo road trip. 

Montecristi. Luperón. Imbert. Puerto Plata Cabarete. Río San Juan. Cabrera. Samaná. 

Música. Cámara. Videocámara. Vino. Cerveza. Laptop. Food.

Soporto.