´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.
Smile&Tonic
"To my everything, He is nothing. What I am I wish to be, and what I wish to be I am. I am beyond God. I am the motionless cause. Cross that firebreak, and then cross that one. Go too far in all directions. Extremity upon extremity, and then more extremity, and then more."
miércoles, noviembre 07, 2018
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)
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.
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.
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.
'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.
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´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...