domingo, 2 de mayo de 2021

 I love you.

Not because of a irrational chemical, or genetics, but by choice.

I decided to love you.

I saw and analyzed your ways, your thoughts, your actions.

And I decided to love you.

I feel your ways, your thoughts, your actions.

And I feel loved.

martes, 20 de abril de 2021

I woke up and I had a big idea
To buy a new soul at the start of every year
I paid up and it cost me pretty dear
Here's a hymn to those that disappear

I still wave at the dots on the shore
And I still beat my head against the wall
I still rage and wage my little war
I'm a shade and easy to ignore

viernes, 21 de agosto de 2020

Ataraxia - Team Sleep

Froze asleep
Coma deep
I dream I'm out with you
Alone at sea

And you watched the wave
Then you sang to me as we sank
Dream I had with you

Drop beneath
Get below the sea
This dream I had, and you
You row and sing

And we lost the wave
You said to me "and we sleep"
This dream I had with you

Alone at sea
I had with you
You row and sing

miércoles, 8 de julio de 2020

Think of me with kindness - Gentle Giant

Why am I using words? No more to say without you
Close the door, put out the lights and go.

Late in the night, in the night your shadow falls between us.
Nevermore, never know.

There, memories are sorrow,
When there's no tomorrow.

Sleep while the sweet sorrow wakes my daydream;
Sleep while you think of me with kindness, please remember former days.
Sweet the song that once we sang, the silent parting ways.
And you know, and you know,
And you know, long ago when first we made our promise - Empty words, I wonder, did you know?

The laugh that love could not forgive,
Is gone and tells no more to live,
And we who look in beauty's love;
Must now, through all, look back on before.

The tears that I first cried, no more;
Your love has come and gone, no more.
And we who look in beauty's love;
Must now through all think back on before.

Sleep while the sweet sorrow wakes my daydream
Sleep while you think of me with kindness, please remember former days.
And you know, and you know.
And you know, when we two parted in tears and silence
past the days, the parting ways.

Fare thee well, fare thee well, you that was once dear to me.
Think of me with kindness.
Think of me.

domingo, 25 de agosto de 2019

So you can drag me through hell if it meant I could hold your hand.

domingo, 4 de agosto de 2019

These Days - Jackson Browne

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had a chance to

I've stopped my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days
These days I seem to think about
How all these changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'd see another... highway

I had a lover
I don't think I'd risk another these days
These days
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing... so long

I've stopped my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days
These days I sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

Nico

domingo, 26 de mayo de 2019

Complicarse la vida

Hay que complicarse la vida. Volver al ideal socrático de la vida examinada y rechazar el utilitarismo, el facilismo y la inconsciencia.

¿Estarían ustedes dispuestos a tomar una píldora que les garantizara una felicidad pasiva sin efectos secundarios? ¿Consideran que no hay diferencia alguna entre hacer un viaje a un sitio remoto y meterse en una máquina que reproduzca esa misma experiencia y nos haga olvidar el artificio?

Me gustaría pensar que no. Casi todos rechazaríamos la felicidad encapsulada y los viajes artificiales: para eso tenemos los sueños. La felicidad es una búsqueda que implica riesgos y requiere oblicuidad. La dicha en línea recta termina aburriéndonos; se convierte en una negación de la vida. Las personas felices en la inconsciencia son meros autómatas. Cuando estaba terminando el colegio, mi papá me decía con frecuencia: "feliz es un bobo chupando caña".

Esa frase era una invitación a rechazar las formas automáticas de felicidad. La vida que vale pena vivir es más que una acumulación de momentos felices. La felicidad requiere, en últimas, de complicaciones.

Alejandro Gaviria

miércoles, 8 de mayo de 2019

Escuchar el Étude Op. 13 No. 3 in E major y llorar por lo que pudo ser y ya no es. Llorar por lo que parecía y no será. Llorar de vez en cuando para no olvidar cómo se siente llorar.