A Lullaby for my niece

Que raro. Cuando he tenido que cantar algo para dormir a la sobrina la única canción que me sale cantarle, de las tantas que me se de comienzo a fin es patience de los Guns. 

Cae seguido cuando llego al estribillo final. 

Me encuentro a veces cantandola en mi cabeza. 

Que liga, Gn'R, yo  & mi sobrina. 

1..2...1,2,3,4)

Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you

I'm still alright to smile

Girl, I think about you every day now

Was a time when I wasn't sure

But you set my mind at ease

There is no doubt you're in my heart now

Said woman take it slow

It'll work itself out fine

All we need is just a little patience

Said sugar make it slow

And we'll come together fine

All we need is just a little patience

(inhale) Patience...

Ooh, oh, yeah

Sit here on the stairs

'Cause I'd rather be alone

If I can't have you right now, I'll wait dear

Sometimes, I get so tense

But I can't speed up the time

But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider

Said woman take it slow

Things will be just fine

You and I'll just use a little patience

Said sugar take the time

'Cause the lights are shining bright

You and I've got what it takes to make it

We won't fake it, Oh never break it

'Cause I can't take it

...little patience, mm yeah, ooh yeah, 

Need a little patience, yeah

Just a little patience, yeah

Some more pati... (ence, yeah)

I've been walking these streets at night 

Just trying to get it right (Need some patience, yeah)

It's hard to see with so many around

You know I don't like being stuck in a crowd (Could use some patience, yeah)

And the streets don't change but maybe the name

I ain't got time for the game

'Cause I need you (Patience, yeah)

Yeah, yeah well I need you

Oh, I need you (Take some patience)

Whoa, I need you (Just a little patience is all we need)

Ooh, this ti- me.... 

01.01.08

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.

Music to listen: It's alright, by Guns N' Roses

Told you once about your friends and neighbours

They were always seeking but they'll never find it
It's alright, it's alright

Where to go and where to see
It's always been that way and it can never be
Well it's alright, it's alright

Give it all and ask for no return
And very soon you'll see and you'll begin to learn
That it's alright, it's alright

Don't you know that it's so good for you
You can be making love and see it all go through
But it's alright, it's alright

Told you once about your friends and neighbours
They were always seeking but they'll never find it
It's alright, it's alright

Music to listen: Poses, by Rufus Wainwright

The yellow walls are lined with portraits

And Ive got my new red fetching leather jacket All these poses such beautiful poses Makes any boy feel like picking up roses Theres never been such grave a matter As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses All these poses such beautiful poses Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes The green autumnal parks conducting All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing All these poses oh how can you blame me Life is a game and true love is a trophy And you said Watch my head about it Baby you said watch my head about it My head about it Oh no oh no oh no Oh no oh no no kidding Reclined amongst these packs of reasons For to smokes the days away into the evenings All these poses of classical torture Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard I did go from wanting to be someone now Im drunk and wearing flip-flops on fifth avenue Once youve fallen from classical virtue Wont have a soul for to wake up and hold you In the green autumnal parks conducting All the city streets a wondrous chorus Singing all these poses now no longer boyish Made me a man ah but who cares what that it And you said watch my head about it Baby you said watch my head about it My head about it Oh no oh no oh no Oh no oh no well you said Watch my head about it Baby you said watch my head about it My head about it Oh no oh no oh no Oh no oh no no kidding

hoy me acuerdo de:

el episodio del chavo donde todo el mundo le dice ratero.

cuando me parti la barbilla tratando de atrapar una pelota jugando baseball hace 19 años.

el viaje a cabarete que doblamos por pueblo blanco y todos pensamos que ibamos a morir alli.

cuando compre mi laptop en nyc

cuando me tome una botella de martini con mi amigo sunny garcía

cuando Teale tropezó con mi disco duro externo y se borro la edición completa de mi corto

7 cervezas dos equis morenas con Hans Dudelheim

cuando conoci a Phillip Seymour Hoffman en el Doma Cafe

cuando me rompí las dos muñecas practicando para una competencia de ciclismo

cuando quemé la habitación de mis padres con fosforos

la primera vez que tuve sexo en un carro

de que tengo que ir a comprar comida al supermercado

de el tubo de striper en TEH bar y el show que di una vez borracho

cuando caminé por primera vez por calle toledo

cuando vomité en la feria mecánica despues de montarme en una desgracia fatal que tenian alli

la primera vez que escuche a jim morrison declamando

jugando a la lucha libre con mi hermano mayor

cuando salio el manitos limpias [mejor invento del mundo]

cuando vi una mancha blanca en mi piel

el funeral de mi abuela elpidia

me acuerdo que no hay nadie mas limpio que yo

me acuerdo que tengo que ir a cocinarme algo ahora

I need more sleep.

I said, Music to listen: Waltzing Matilda

The great Tom Waits.

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for now
see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me


I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me


now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light to go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me


now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me


no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me


and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me


and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Matilda too