miércoles, noviembre 07, 2018

Someone New - Banks

´I can love you desperately
Though your love ain't guaranteed
Oh, I wish you knew the deal
Gotta learn from far away
And I simply needed space
Space for me to be
And I think you need it too
Though I know you call me selfish for assuming
I did this for you too
You still got me around your finger
Even though I'm far away
Please believe me when I say

Everything I do, I'm gonna think of you
Don't know what else to do
You got me, you got me, baby
Everything I make, I only make for you
Baby, be patient for me
And please don't fall in love with someone new
I promise one day I'll come back for you


Oh, you say you hate me now and you burn me with your words
Calling me a fool
Saying that I've fucked up everything and you'll never forgive me
Though I'm doing this for you
Baby, can't you see if there is such a thing
Of loving someone so much that you need to give them time to let them breathe
But you don't understand
I wish you understood
Oh, I hope one day you do


Everything I do, I'm gonna think of you
Don't know what else to do
You got me, you got me, baby
Everything I make, I only make for you
Baby, be patient for me
And please don't fall in love with someone new
I promise one day I'll come back for you


Believe in you, believe in me
We're meant to be together
I told you weren’t lyin
I know you aren’t replyin
And now I am supplying you the time and space to let you grow
Into the person that I know, that I know you could be
And I can be her too
And I'll come back to you when I am ready for you, baby
I ain't ready for you now
I'm not ready for you now
Please don't hate me


Everything I do, I'm gonna think of you
Don't know what else to do
You got me, you got me, baby
Everything I make, I only make for you
Baby, be patient for me
And please don't fall in love with someone new
I promise one day I'll come back to you


I promise one day, I'll come back to you
I promise one day, I'll come back to you
I promise baby, one day I'll come back to you
I promise baby, one day I'll come back to you´


I have been obsessed with this song ever since it came out.

lunes, mayo 14, 2018

Monica, by Hera Lindsay Bird

Monica
Monica
Monica
Monica

Monica Geller off popular sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Is one of the worst characters in the history of television
She makes me want to wash my hands with hand sanitizer
She makes me want to stand in an abandoned Ukrainian parking lot
And scream her name at a bunch of dead crows
Nobody liked her, except for Chandler
He married her, and that brings me to my second point

What kind of a name for a show was F.R.I.E.N.D.S
When two of them were related
And the rest of them just fucked for ten seasons?
Maybe their fucking was secondary to their friendship
Or they all had enough emotional equilibrium
To be able to maintain a constant state of mutual-respect

Despite the fucking
Or conspicuous nonfucking
That was occurring in their lives

But I have to say
It just doesn’t seem emotionally realistic
Especially considering that
They were not the most self-aware of people
And to be able to maintain a friendship
Through the various complications of heterosexual monogamy
Is enormously difficult
Especially when you take into consideration
What cunts they all were

I fell in love with a friend once
And we liked to congratulate each other what good friends we were
And how it was great that we could be such good friends, and still fuck
Until we stopped fucking
And then we weren’t such good friends anymore

I had a dream the other night
About this friend, and how we were walking
Through sunlight, many years ago
Dragged up from the vaults, like
Old military propaganda
You know the kind; young women leaving a factory
Arm in arm, while their fiancées
Are being handsomely shot to death in Prague

And even though this friend doesn’t love me anymore
And I don’t love them
At least, not in a romantic sense
The memory of what it had been like not to want
To strap concrete blocks to my head

And drown myself in a public fountain rather than spend another day
With them not talking to me
Came back, and I remembered the world
For a moment, as it had been
When we had just met, and love seemed possible
And neither of us resented the other one
And it made me sad
Not just because things ended badly
But more broadly

Because my sadness had less to do with the emotional specifics of that situation
And more to do with the transitory nature of romantic love
Which is becoming relevant to me once again

Because I just met someone new
And this dream reminded me
That, although I believe that there are ways that love can endure
It’s just that statistically, or
Based on personal experience
It’s unlikely that things are going to go well for long

There is such a narrow window
For happiness in this life
And if the past is anything to go by
Everything is about to go slowly but inevitably wrong
In a non-confrontational, but ultimately disappointing way

Monica
Monica
Monica
Monica

Monica Geller from popular sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Was the favourite character of the Uber driver
Who drove me home the other day
And is the main reason for this poem
Because I remember thinking Monica???

Maybe he doesn’t remember who she is
Because when I asked him specifically
Which character he liked best off F.R.I.E.N.D.S
He said ‘the woman’
And when I listed their names for him
Phoebe, Rachel and Monica

He said Monica
But he said it with a kind of question mark at the end
Like……. Monica?
Which led me to believe
Either, he was ashamed of liking her
Or he didn’t know who he was talking about
And had got her confused with one of the other
Less objectively terrible characters.

I think the driver meant to say Phoebe
Because Phoebe is everyone’s favourite
She once stabbed a police officer
She once gave birth to her brother’s triplets
She doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks about her
Monica gives a shit what everyone thinks about her
Monica’s parents didn’t treat her very well
And that’s probably where a lot of her underlying insecurities come from

That have since manifested themselves in controlling
And manipulative behaviour
It’s not that I think Monica is unredeemable
I can recognize that her personality has been shaped
By a desire to succeed
And that even when she did succeed, it was never enough
Particularly for her mother, who made her feel like her dreams were stupid
And a waste of time
And that kind of constant belittlement can do fucked up things to a person

So maybe, getting really upset when people don’t use coasters
Is an understandable, or at least comparatively sane response
To the psychic baggage
Of your parents never having believed in you
Often I look at the world
And I am dumbfounded that anyone can function at all

Given the kind of violence that
So many people have inherited from the past
But that’s still no excuse to throw
A dinner plate at your friends, during a quiet game of Pictionary

And even if that was an isolated incident
And she was able to move on from it
It still doesn’t make me want to watch her on TV
I am falling in love and I don’t know what to do about it
Throw me in a haunted wheelbarrow and set me on fire

And don’t even get me started on Ross

lunes, febrero 05, 2018

(Re)encuentros

Será que se llega a un tiempo en que hay que volver a regocijarse, encontrándose con quien fue. 

O a (re)conocerse, o simplemente a decirse ´Hola, yo también estoy vivo.´ 

Creía que eso de volver al pasado se había acabado, que ya no me...quedaba nadie interesante por (re)visitar. Nunca he sido partidaria de reiniciar finales. 

Pero la nostalgia nos puede los fines de semana, en algún concierto, mirando al mar. Y solo nos acordamos de lo bien que estuvimos entonces, de aquella primera noche/fin de semana/mes/verano...de lo diferentes que éramos. 

Sinceramente, es simple y obscena curiosidad. 

¿Tanto hemos cambiado en estos quince años? ¿Te sigo poniendo? ¿Churumbeles...cuántos?

Tú sabes que vino y volverá a irse, que una vez se respondan las preguntas, lo que os separa se convertirá en un abismo gradualmente agrandado, que dura ya quince años. 

Un extraño, dulce reconocimiento. Aunque esa que imagina no sea yo. Ya. No. 

La curiosidad y la música apremiaron Enero, y ahora tenemos viajes posibles y conversaciones de puerta de embarque, ilusiones y potenciales puntos geográficos diversos. 

Porque aún no he visto la Alhambra, ¿sabías? 

jueves, enero 04, 2018

*****

Como el que desvelado
a eso de las cuatro
mira con ojos tristes
a su amante que duerme
descifrando la vieja eterna estafa.

                                  Idea Vilariño (Mayo 1970)

martes, enero 02, 2018

Cobardes No

Que los cobardes se queden afuera.
Que no vengan a pedirnos, a confundirnos.

Que entre aquel que sonríe, el que sabe que lo más bonito es dar.

Aquel que canta porque sí, porque no hay más remedio y hace bien.

El que no tiene prejuicios, aquel que lo ve claro porque se ha esforzado en comprender.

Aquel que escucha y valora.

Que entre aquel que sabe de aventuras, poesía y honestidad.
Aquel que se enfrenta a las dudas y las vence con verdad.

Que los cobardes nos miren de lejos, que ni lo intenten.



lunes, diciembre 18, 2017

The Year of Wow

2017, te has portado fenomenal. Casi me haces creer que el estado de alegría podía ser permanente.

Porque he sido consistentemente feliz por tanto tiempo, que llegué a preocuparme por mi salud.

Empecé muy centrada, con dos trabajos, y muchas ganas de sol. No tardé ni cinco meses en, por fin, dejar Londres atrás y mudarme a una de las ciudades más bonitas del mundo.

Mis ganas de mar se saciaron con creces este año, y las de aventuras. Además he conocido gente estupenda que me ha hecho soñar, y en los que puedo confiar para, desde recoger una receta a mi nombre, hasta aguantar mis noches negras de confidencia y auto-sabotaje. Agradezco mucho las risas, cuántas risas hubo en este 2017.

Soy muy afortunada, y desde el sol Camboyano me gustaría hacer un brindis imaginario por todos los que estaban, han llegado y se quedan. A los demás, seres temporales que ni si-ni-no, también los disfruté. Vinisteis por alguna razón que aún no he comprendido, pero no voy a gastar más energía en descifrarla.

Sé lo que quiero, y entre mis propósitos para 2018 - ¿qué es Enero sin una vision board!? - además de ponerme con el libro de veras, está el de ser muy clara con mis deseos, desde el principio.

Este viaje no ha sido como lo imaginábamos - ni Bali, ni la disposición adecuada... - pero ha sido uno de descubrimiento igualmente, porque estar tan lejos me ayuda a poner las cosas en perspectiva, y siempre vuelvo con alguna decisión importante que cambiará mi vida. Mejorarla, mejorarME.

Hoy empiezo el periplo de vuelta...y estoy lista. Mejor aún, estoy convencida.


viernes, junio 02, 2017

Angela y Augurios

'I feel so strange. No home. Nothing familiar, any more. I feel quite empty, like a husk with the kernel gone, quite lacking in energy & prey to vague fears. My stomach feels all twisted up with nerves; I'm not precisely unhappy, only a little scared & apprehensive, I suppose, like the newborn wanting to retreat back to the womb, knowing it is impossible & knowing there is no womb-surrogate anywhere, now.'

'I think this is maybe the nub of it - you can't possess people; you only borrow them for a time & then give them back to themselves.'

'...what I do feel, really, is that I am a lot more ordinary than I thought. This probably only means I've come to terms with being peculiar; possibly, also, the time for existential leaps is over and I am myself, now.'

Angela Carter's journal in The Invention of Angela Carter.

Subrayando como loca. Estoy disfrutando muchísimo este viaje contigo, Angela.

Y escuchando esta canción a menudo en los últimos meses  - o mejor...cantándola a gritos.



Someone New - Banks

´I can love you desperately Though your love ain't guaranteed Oh, I wish you knew the deal Gotta learn from far away And I simply ne...