Hay pequeños gestos que dan a uno la felicidad. Más que eso, son como un pellizco para despertar, pero al revés. Para mostrarte que todo puede ir a mejor.

highway to the past

 

 

 

 

"There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away"

 

Robert Goolrick

Sometimes I feel so - I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.

 

Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

come on baby, light my fire

heartbreaking

bigotes varios

                                                  

 

  ❝ A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they’ve all let him down. ❞

"Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways."

Sigmund Freud

 

"A strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of it’s complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else."

Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse

 

[siempre] sólo quiero bailar [siempre]

 I long to see the day when not all will be lost, but something will be found, or just realized that something has been here all along. I know I’m talking in clichés, but I don’t care. Sometimes they’re the only words that suffice. Or when you’re just too tired. I’m so tired.

It’s amazing how quickly some things come and go. Or how quickly things can change. I’m peaceful now, not the serene kind of peaceful, but the drained, weak kind, and my mind is quiet. But I know it can’t stay that way. Nothing ever remains.

Her life improved dramatically when she decided to break the rules and find beauty where she’d been told there was none

Sometimes I'd just want to pack my bags and leave

Back to Sixties

Me apetecen findes en Avilés. Echo de menos la velocidad... y las parkas, y ensuciarse los dedos rebuscando discos, y las patillas.

Hoy

Hoy ha sido un día de esos que no me importan. Ni fú ni fá.  He visitado una ciudad sin encanto, sin importancia, sin lustre.

Nada tenía sentido.

Todo era ajeno para mí: ese “tren”, esas personas que subían en pueblos insospechados del extrarradio de Madrid, el aire, el sol, la compañía. Y la claridad en mi mente de que si pudiera, volvería atrás sin pensarlo lo más mínimo.

Ahora me acuerdo de 2.046 y pienso, que tal vez es hora de escapar de ese futuro imaginado.

“Everyone who goes to 2046 has the same intention. They want to recapture lost memories. Because in 2046 nothing ever changes. But, nobody knows if that is true or not because no-one has ever come back.”.

Won Kar Wai.

Virginia

"As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world."

Virginia Woolf.

to the lighthouse

                                                                          Bird Song

"What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one."

                                                              
    
Virginia Woolf, "To the lighthouse"    

think

                

                     A bout de souffle. Jean-Luc Godard. 1960.

" What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction." 

                                                                                                                                        Chuck Palahniuk,

Choke.

January

"Dare I say I miss him? I do. I do miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human being."

Yann Martel,


Life of Pi.