One hit wonders

Well, it was a looong weekend. With so many things to think about, that I wouldn’t even know how to count them. Maybe by surprise, maybe by coincidence(s)? Maybe by those people who never knew you (tricky) knew they wouldn’t let you down.

So a couple of questions like…

Is one hit wonder like a one night stand? So good, so bad… indeed.

or…

Are good bands like “great love”?

It was certainly like that mechanic game, ups and downs….

And then as usual, without asking the answers came. It is not that I regret my weekend but I should think about time in other way. Suddenly I find myself in a new version of myself. Where life is going so fast that I even created a new way of staring, thinking, feeling… like an industrial oven but sometimes not a good one. Sometimes I’m so surprised about how I’m (we?) thinking or wanting things to happen. They should be happening by the very first second or latest the third. So “I pushed the button” and said stop to it. No one there around me would go as fast as I would and probably, would be clever to think that I was the very first one who wouldn’t like to get “faster”. Fast asking at the restaurant, fast calling home, fast getting to the places I wanted to go, fast getting into my interests... Is that I’m so into this life? Where everything is so fast and effective? Or is it that the book of the European and American economies is opening my eyes and making me to get a good drive around? What I think is “a normal way of life”? Complicated.

So the results were that I love writing, I love music and no matter what, the things I would love to do and have in my life are related to this two. Second, that I’ve got a chance to start again and this means that for one month I’m very free to treat myself in a different way. This means I have a new set where I can play as whoever I want to be. But, also means that those things that took long to understand or work out, will be there just on the first place to be manipulated and improved on the best way I want/ can.

Sooo since tomorrow I will think about my suitcases, about those old memories and ghosts that are not letting me to get any further and think about how lucky I am in Barcelona. Because it was not a coincidence all my friends are supporting me. Is that I was a bit blind for thinking there’s the great chance to start over. It is not that you have a certain amount of chances; it is that you do it as often as you need it. Renewals do not need a special permit when they are for good.

And I learned last night how hard is to trust someone and how great time is. Time is cruel, tricky and a miracle. When we wait something to happen it takes years, when it happens then maybe you don’t want it to happen at all and some other moments you have no clue about what is coming on your future.

Isn’t it fun? Isn’t life like a fun park?

Even better.

James, before Pearl Jam kills me I’m packing your stuff. The box is huge but I think you and Susy will make it.

What about Thursday at Denny’s? Can’t wait to get that project. Great idea when we can deal blocks and windows next to a good chocolate brownie. Anyway… who said work and sweet can’t fit together?

Tell me something when you know if Sam is coming or not. Does he know about Love? Just don’t scare him badly ok?

See ya soon!

Marcie

So the playlist was:

The Libertines- Can’t stand me now and Client- Radio

Fast Search: just google it!

The bridge (I part)

It's very simple:

When a scar goes from the skin to the soul.

Some images, some flashes... that night was terrible. It's always terrible when your action is needed and you do nothing.
Play some music! Do something!
...at least.

MTV,MTV.MTV;AREYOUOK?!


The playlist was James: SAy SoMETHing


Youre as tight as a hunters trap
Hidden well, what are you concealing
Poker face, carved in stone
Amongst friends, but all alone
Why do you hide

Say something, say something, anything
Ive shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind

Take a drug to set you free
Strange fruit from a forbidden tree
Youve got to come down soon
More than a drug is what I need
Need a change of scenery
Need a new life

Say something, say something anything
Ive shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind

Say something

Im open wide, open wondering
Have you swallowed everything
Pay me in kind

Blind days, blind notes.

Some weeks ago I’m just trying to turn on something that’s not real. Sometimes reality and solitude are huge and we cannot hide. Is hard the concept of “Loneliness”. It’s a big word and moreover when we don’t find ourselves and look always out for things we should find inside. But theory is always easy. Always easy to say “enjoy your life” “enjoy the things you do” blah, blah, blah. But… some days we are just sad and there’s nothing else to do but to bleed. Then, good times come to our minds and we always remember those sweet things so nostalgically... And pathetically complain about our present or whatever the dark moment is, and hope it was another time.
Then we clean up our wings and remember we are sitting on the damn floor because we fell and all things around us have a “special broken” touch… What a child!
So put out dust from your eyes. You wake up and find out that you made it. It was only too much drama on your work, on your normal duties…

How novels are made this days? Where are the good ones, the bad ones, the interesting ones, the fool ones? Where is Mr. Prince charming? Where is Ms. Pink Bunny?
Then let the wind blow your imagination. You are not anymore stoned by your own sympathetic sadness.
Is weekend, there’s a lot of music and a beautiful way to watch the world.

So it was not like everything was useless, it was only you, having a bad day and thank God there’s still music, people, mountains and good fortune.

I think I will erase a couple of words here… But it’s so hard to leave the
picture with the colours we'd chosen.

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Indiana May 1963

There was that man talking to me at the bar. Some physics and some atoms. He reminded me old Robert, so amazed about physics.
He was asking strange and tough questions. He asked me about travelling through the time, so unreal, about the time line. He said he wished he was again living some personal stories in the past. He was feeling so lucky just thinking about such a magic coin.
But I told him we shouldn’t move back. Our reality is not there and even it was possible, that couldn’t be real because our role is coming from present and belongs to the present. It could be a hurtful fake.
He looked sad at me and nodded. So sad he couldn’t go back, to his old love…

So I kept the last tear for you dear little darling. Now we are moving to the south and they told me they need a deadline for the project. I think they didn’t know it was January (…)

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A normal day

So it was me, getting closer into the tunnel. The darkness looked so beautiful… it was calling me.
But I knew a light was on its way to come. It was coming from the tunnel, not the other side (‘cause I was at the other side). The light, the noise...
So I sat, nodded and waited for my next train.

What a feeling


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Dad… I’m not in drugs!