Tuesday, January 27, 2015

A DEDICATION: UNSPOKEN WORDS [DEDICATORIA: PALABRAS NO COMPARTIDAS]


FROM THE WORLD AROUND US...

Buscando un momento de calma y sociego, encontré esto: 
algo así como una despedida. 
(Yo detesto las despedidas...)

"Estoy sentado, escuchando este tema,
Pienso en ti.
Recuerdo aquellos dos días - 
cuando te conocí, 
cuando me alejé de ti.
Ahora esta música resuena en mis oídos.

No hubo oportunidad de abrazarnos, de decir adiós.
Hubo lágrimas secretas, palabras no compartidas, silencios eternos.

He publicado esto con la esperanza de alquien lo vea y te diga lo maravilloso que fue todo.
Solo me quedan algunos días y quería que lo supieras..."
[Texto de Alfonso A.Tobar]





While I was down in disquiet, I wanted to look for something, anything to keep calm;
I found this: some sort of farewell.
(I hate goodbyes...)

"As I am sitting here listening to this track,
I think of you.
Remember those two days -
when I first met you,
when I left.
Now the echo of this music plays in my ears.

There was no opportunity to embrace each other, we could not say goodbye.
There were secret tears, unspoken words, an eternal silence.

I have posted this in the hope someone sees it and tells you how wonderful it was.
I am in my last days and wanted you to know..."

[Text by Alfonso A. Tobar]

Sunday, January 25, 2015

AT SOME TIME, THIS WAS PART OF MY LIMOGE...

AT SOME TIME, THIS WAS PART MY LIMOGE...

We say, think, write, expect, and do so many things in life... 
How much of that is true? 
I do not know. 
I will probably learn about it 
when - from my coffin - at the time I am buried, 
I might be able to distinguish
the faces and presence of those
 'remarkably few' who ever said to me:
"I love you."

Saturday, January 24, 2015

ARTWORK BY SHANGHAI TANGO
















Tuesday, January 20, 2015

IT WAS JUST THAT...

PORCELAIN BEATDOWN By Laurent Craste

IT WAS JUST THAT...

I sometimes enjoy,
 in split fashion,
thinking about the possibility
of a future geography
 of our self-awareness.
Not precise but concise,
not fake but real
of a touch, a kiss,
the scent of life.

That night she wanted to know the reason why.
And I could not deny
my soul felt naked and nice
in front of her eyes.

During a brief coffee interlude.
we discussed the fundamentals
of romanticism and idealism.
And the world stopped
 when she smiled.

It was obvious that she tried
but the essentials were missing...
Insipid words,
we both lied, no confession.

Like two silhouettes
by a light post
with no shadows,
in a state of denial.
Probably metaphysical theories
of two different generations,
filled with misinterpreted pieces
of communication and hesitation
defined by time and place.
It was the urge of this insane world.

I was a first glimpse
of the thunderstorm in our minds,
but a delicious and wonderful time.

Nevertheless, there was no clear intention
 in the intensity of our restricted moves.

A chapter of indifference, we could say.
Yeah, it was just that...

[Alfonso A. Tobar]

Friday, January 16, 2015

A WOMAN IS A TURNABOUT...



I met a woman today. She must have been a reporter…
For a moment, she placed her eyes into mine.
She sighed. I walked away and silently died.

She inquired about me, 
my feelings, my emotions.
I nodded, I smiled.

I do that when I do not want to talk.
It was not the place,
It was not the time.

She emailed me a question why the subject line “WHY?”
“Let’s talk. I can give you truth.
I did not want to scare you away.”
It was irrelevant - I replied.

“I hate this…" she squirmed
later by midnight that night. 
She became her twin.
After refusal or renunciation, I have learned
a woman becomes mean.

A man is not invincible.
Thus, I fade into the night,
I want to become invisible.

Off limits now we are.

The eternal search and advise:
if a woman wears a mask, 
she may know how to love.

She’ll miss me, probably I will too.
All in all, 
there was no moan,
but our souls will groan.

[By Alfonso A.Tobar]

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

WE ARE NOTHING... [NO SOMOS NADA...]


Saturday, January 10, 2015

HAZLE UN CARIÑO - JORDAN Y LA FORMULA [BOLERO - AUDIO FILE]

Aujourd'hui,
je suis tout les deux
Chilien et Parisien. 
Mais...J'aime rien!


Un BOLERITO ROMANTICON para "cortarse las venas - chilenismo - indica "sufrir en silencio..."

[Lyrics]
"Hacia tanto te esperaba,
que me encantó encontrarte ahora.

Rápidamente la memoria, corrió a contarle a este corazón
que al saberse frente a mi, se ha llenado de tanta emoción.
Se ha vuelto un loco irremediable
si no haces algo, no habrá solución.

Hazle un cariño.
Mi corazón es como un niño
- si no siente amor
...entristecerá.

Hazle un cariño.
que está perdiendo su sentido.
No ha podido amar
desde que no estás.

Hazle un cariño
que está perdiendo su sentido,
que no sabe,
que no entiende,
se sorprende, 
y no comprende que pasó con nuestro amor.

[Trumpet solo]

Hazle un cariño.
Mi corazón es como un niño
- si no siente amor,
...entristecerá.

Hazle un cariño.
que está perdiendo su sentido.
No ha podido amar
desde que no estás.

Hazle un cariño
que está perdiendo su sentido,
que no sabe,
que no entiende,
se sorprende 
y no comprende que pasó con nuestro amor.

(Coro)
Hazle un cariño, mi vida
que sin ti

...Que el dolor se ha quedado en mi
sin cariño no puedo vivir.

(Coro) 
Hazle un cariño, mi vida
...que al final

Wow! ...ya que mi corazón late despacio sin ti
Hazle un cariño, mi vida

(Coro) 
Hazle un cariño, mi vida
...que sin ti
Pan, ra, ra, rah...

(Coro) 
Hazle un cariño, mi vida...

HAZLE UN CARIÑO - JORDAN Y LA FORMULA  [BOLERO - AUDIO FILE]


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

HUSH BY TOOL (MUSIC VIDEO CLIP)




HUSH 
[Lyrics by Tool]

Fuck youuuuuuu!

I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
Things like...
Fuck yourself, fuck Yourself,
you piece of shit, why don't you just go, kill yourself!
I said,
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm just kiddiiiiing!

People tell me what to say,
what to think, and what to play.
I said, people tell me what to say,
what to think, and what to play.
Things like.... Fuck yourself
fuck Yourself,
you piece of shit, why don't you just go kill yourself?
I said, I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to, even if, I'm just kiddiiiiing!

Fuck yourself,
Fuck yourself,
you piece of shit,
why don't you go fuck yourseeeeeeeelf?

People tell me what to say,
what to think, and what to play.
I said, people tell me what to say,
what to think, and what to playyyy!

Just Kidding!

Monday, December 15, 2014

BLACK MEN NOT AN ENDANGERED SPECIES... [CHRIS ROCK IS ROCKING...]

"¿Los hombres negros son una especie en extinción?
No, porque las especies en extinción están protegidas por la ley."
¡Boom!
[Chris Rock]

Sunday, December 14, 2014

DIARY OF A NYMPHOMANIAC" should read… DIARY OF A WOMAN

Porque, por sobre todo, soy una mujer."


"Disfruta la vida tanto como puedas."
 
"Casi siempre apreciamos las cosas cuando es demasiado tarde."

"Para sacar ventaja de su vida diaria, total y absolutamente..."

"Vive la vida."

"Debemos amarnos más a nosotros mismos."

"Finalmente ya he descubierto la senda a seguir..."

"Es aquella que me permite ser yo misma."

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