Full stop.

After countless texts.

After hundreds of hugs.

After tens of never-ending calls.

After endless wandering around.

After many non-painful ear piercings.

After 10 dots that exemplify many dots more.

This is the end. Und ich möchte ein Eisbär sein.

Weil Eisbären müssen nie weinen...

Oder?

Definitions

"Gift of love, to one who wishes love."

-OF OF WW

That effing look

I never thought that I could be so bold to even say these thoughts aloud
I see you with your gal, your eyes just shine while she stands tall and walking proud

That look you give that girl, I wanna see looking right at me
iIf I could be that girl Instead of me, I'd never let you down

It always seems like you're going somewhere better than you've been before
While I go to sleep and I dream all night of you knocking at my door

That look you give that girl, I wanna see looking right at me
If I could be that girl instead of me, I'd be all I can be

I'm nothing like what I'd like to be, I'm nothing much I know it's true
I lack the style and the pedigree and my chances are so few

That look you give that girl, I wanna see looking right at me
If I could be that girl instead of me, I'd give you all I got

I never thought that I could be so bold to even say these thoughts aloud
But if, let's say, it won't work out... You know where I can be found

That look you give that girl, I wanna see looking right at me
If I could be that girl instead of me, I'd never let you down

I'd never let you down

Le vent et la vie nous porteront

Ou, c'est ça la question.

Mais ils nous porteront, et c'est ce qui compte.

Et à la fin, nous sommes comme des particules suivant un mouvement Brownien aléatoire.

On peut danser un moment avec une autre particule, mais tôt ou tard, elle suivra son propre chemin.

J'ai dit, mec.

BAM!

You've been impregnated by Jimmy's stare. There's nothing you can do to help it.

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

Era un viernes de abril allá por 1943 y Albert se encontraba trabajando en su laboratorio cuando, de repente, la conoció. 

Un ligero roce con su mano fue suficiente para quedarse prendado de ella, pero fue un beso muy medido el que le enganchó por completo. Se llamaba Lucie, y desde ese momento no paró de pensar en ella. Primero se sintió mareado, ¿serían mariposas en el estómago? No podía seguir trabajando, así que cogió su bicicleta y se marchó a casa. Allí siguió inquieto, no podía quitársela de la cabeza. Se le nubló la vista y empezó a imaginar mundos maravillosos de colores en los que Lucie le acompañaba en una bicicleta con diamantes.

Sin embargo, al cabo de dos horas, Albert notó que la euforia fue desapareciendo.

Definitivamente, el LSD que había sintetizado no debía mezclarse con la bici.

Only... Who can tell me apart

All the way from where we came, built a mansion in a day
Distant lightning, thunder claps, watched our neighbor's house collapse
Looked the other way... And... then the storm was overhead
All the oceans boiled and rivers bled
We auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze

Scatter what remains, scatter what remains!

Pushed away, I'm pulled toward a comedown of revolving doors
Every warning we ignored, drifting in from distant shores
The wind presents a change of course, a second reckoning of sorts
We were wasted waiting for a comedown of revolving doors

Fate don't fail me now

And when the days that followed past in another mansion built to last
From our window we could see only possibilities down the road and back
But, then the storm returned for more in a comedown of revolving doors
Auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze

Scatter what remains, scatter what remains!

Pushed away, I'm pulled toward a comedown of revolving doors
Every warning we ignored drifting in from distant shores
The wind presents a change of course, a second reckoning of sorts
We were wasted waiting for a comedown of revolving doors

Fate don't fail me now.

Sub(urban) Pleasures

Letting Nilsson, Iggy, Lou and the Davies brothers serenade you on your way home on a chilly night, in spite of the incipient migraine, adds a little spark to an otherwise rather unremarkable Wednesday.

Emi Finch

                 INT. EL PERRO AZUL.

                 ÉL
        (acaricia la mesa)

Por 100 puntos: ¿En qué película, debajo de las mesas de mármol de un bar, podían tocar (gesticula) letras en relieve los clientes?

        (silencio)

                 PERSONA CON MEMORIA EIDÉTICA SELECTIVA

Era en La Colmena, ¿no? En el libro usaban lápidas del revés como mesas para ahorrar y los clientes se quedaban helados al darse cuenta.

                 Él
Eres increíble.

Synchronicity

Because sometimes those wondrous moments that could be taken out from a Nora Ephron or a Richard Curtis film do happen.

Somebody please get me down this cloud 9 (or maybe just leave me here... Wouldn't mind at all). Hope the fall, if any, won't be beastly.

An afternoon in the life

Arde el asfalto en una ciudad desierta.

Conductores sin cambio.

Y empieza el tour.

Se suceden

Monteagudo,

La Aparecida,

Orihuela,

Arneva,

Bigastro,

San Miguel de las Salinas,

Los Balcones ,

y, finalmente,

Torrevieja.

Pero no la Torrevieja que conoces, no.

Otra masificada y donde las paradas cambian a placer como escaleras en Hogwarts y acabas en el sitio apartadísimo donde comías pipas lejos de ojos curiosos con 14 años.

Al primer paso, bofetón de aroma a salitre caliente.

Familiaridad con Doña Sinforosa, un tal Policarpo...

Calles hechas polvo (sin duda gracias a la excelente gestión del partido gobernante durante décadas en el municipio).

Gumersindo también sigue ahí.

"Pero, ¿cómo puede haber tantas terrazas?"

Bisabuelo (¡bingo!).

"Bargain Books is no more... Lastimica"

Habitación donde se detiene el tiempo.

Copaso de strained pineapple y caldoseo fino en sitio instagrameable.

Vuelta, Super Pops que son retirados.

Cena junto a esa ermita renovada como de Lladró.

Copaso de brebaje novedoso en bareto no tan nuevo.

Paseo por calles mil veces recorridas.

Return to innocence.

Harmonica

Because a good (angry) man with opal eyes can, from time to time, become one of the best villains in the History of Film.

Alexithymia

Secure attachment styles vs. Anxious-ambivalent or avoidant attachment styles.

Pick your fave! Gotta catch 'em all?

About Belle, Sebastian and other vibes

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden...

And found out that quintessential Scottish pop band had released a new compilation album.

While, on the other hand, discovered in awe that one of the singers in that Swedish band I used to be hooked on left the band years ago... But at least, there's Carl-Johan left (by now).

And who would've said I'd be back in the studio, after all these years?

Maybe I'm amazed by the outcome of things, afterall. 

T-bird

David Jones sang about having just five years left, and that was all we'd get.

Linda Perry inquired about what was going on.

Matt Hale assured that good times were going to come.

John Lydon asked a perplexed audience if they'd ever gotten the feeling of being cheated.

Win Butler, on the other hand, was convinced that his own body was a cage.

And me, I'm in the middle trying to distinguish who is right or whether any of them told a truth that could be applied to mine.

'cause there are as many truths as people, but this Tuesday is universally lousy.

Muireann dixit.

Sea within a sea

When a shift from Garage to Krautrock turns out to be a 7-minute masterpiece.

And then a candid mind who, by chance or intention, was at the moment in the former capital of Mainfranken goes and pairs it with a less than trip-hoppy song from a trip-hop band and... Magic happens.

Nights of cold and shiny pavement. Vanilla cigarettes, slugs squirming. Gravel crunching under my black rubber soles.

Looking back, those were good times. 9 years already...

Wie ein (Stolper)Stein

A place I recall, I was there so long ago.
I'll wait for it there, patiently (or at least the best way I can).

Wandering on, sat in regret of all the things I hadn't done, 'til the day was gone.

As Tom slides and strums, Chris whines in my head, and afterwards Jimmy covertly curses. Precisely on the B-day. Foxtrot, Uniform, etc.

Amos a ser más Pop y menos Cornell.

Bionic cuckoo land

Sleep deprivation is overrated, or so they say.

And suddenly you wake up one day and you are no longer in a barren place, but a glimmering, rainy one.

Dreams, cloud cuckoo lands and challenges ahead.

Fasten your seatbelts... it's gonna be a bumpy week!

Days of bread and roses

I seldom look back

And see all the mess

How could I reach that?

Would I be able of getting that again?

Things have changed, but

You stay where you stood

Everybody can tell (right?)

As they say: "It's not me, it's you"

Plug it in and let it out

Remember when we used to shine

Touch the stars in the first shout

Feel it slip, it's no longer your time

"Can't you see it's over? Because you're the star of a shrinking universe"

Before and after

Against all the odds, it happened.

More than a decade from the last time we met on purpose in that ice-cream parlour that used to be in the most central square.

Three years after that festival in which we ran into each other almost by accident (only almost).

It's so curious that although you marked a turning point in my personality and the way I perceived my biggest hobby, I couldn't find the right words to greet you then as if nothing had happened.

And yet, I got the courage to try and rekindle the friendship last summer. And, unexpectedly, you went along with it :)

It wasn't necessary to dig up the past times when we partied like animals and called each other "Co-owners of the same soul", nope.

Some things never change. Soulmates never die.

Or so they say.