Tuesday, 16 August 2011

First Evening (Première Soirée)

Her clothes were almost off;
Outside, a curious tree
Beat a branch at the window
To see what it could see.

Perched on my enormous easy chair,
Half nude, she clasped her hands.
Her feet trembled on the floor,
As soft as they could be.

I watched as a ray of pale light,
Trapped in the tree outside,
Danced from her mouth
To her breast, like a fly on a flower.

I kissed her delicate ankles.
She had a soft, brusque laugh
That broke into shining crystals -
A pretty little laugh.

Her feet ducked under her chemise;
"Will you please stop it!…"
But I laughed at her cries -
I knew she really liked it.

Her eye trembled beneath my lips;
They closed at my touch.
Her head went back; she cried:
"Oh, really! That's too much!

"My dear, I'm warning you…"
I stopped her protest with a kiss
And she laughed, low -
A laugh that wanted more than this…

Her clothes were almost off;
Outside, a curious tree
Beat a branch at the window
To see what it could see.


- Elle était fort déshabillée
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres jetaient leur feuillée
Malinement, tout près, tout près.

Assise sur ma grande chaise,
Mi-nue, elle joignait les mains.
Sur le plancher frissonnaient d'aise
Ses petits pieds si fins, si fins

- Je regardai, couleur de cire
Un petit rayon buissonnier
Papillonner dans son sourire
Et sur son sein, - mouche ou rosier

- Je baisai ses fines chevilles.
Elle eut un doux rire brutal
Qui s'égrenait en claires trilles,
Un joli rire de cristal

Les petits pieds sous la chemise
Se sauvèrent : "Veux-tu en finir!"
- La première audace permise,
Le rire feignait de punir !

- Pauvrets palpitants sous ma lèvre,
Je baisai doucement ses yeux :
- Elle jeta sa tête mièvre
En arrière : "Oh! C'est encor mieux!...

"Monsieur, j'ai deux mots à te dire..."
- Je lui jetai le reste au sein
Dans un baiser, qui la fit rire
D'un bon rire qui voulait bien.....

- Elle était fort déshabillée
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres jetaient leur feuillée
Malinement, tout près, tout près

- Arthur Rimbaud

Monday, 15 August 2011

Wise words

"Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever."

- Albus P. W. B. Dumbledore

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Cocteau Twins


And now I already miss you all...

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Today's plan

Mexican dinner.

Swimming pool.

Cool cocktails with coconut milk.

Sauna.

More swimming pool.

More cool cocktails.

Sleepover party.


And tomorrow, more fun at the beach :)

Friday, 12 August 2011

Perseids

Friends that show up without notice at your home craving for something to do FTW.

Tijuana bibles

Post moved here.

Three Imaginary Boys


When words won't come out... Let Robert Smith speak for you.

Thursday, 11 August 2011

Today's good news

After a copious Chinese dinner, and the fact that we didn't take a bath at some friend's swimming pool nor watch a film on dvd, this is the best news I could have today before going to sleep...

"Muse to begin recording sixth album in September"
Muse will enter the studio to begin recording the follow-up to their 2009 fifth album 'The Resistance' in September.
Bass player Chris Wolstenholme said that the trio will be heading straight in to the studio after they headline Reading And Leeds Festivals at the end of August. The bassist said of the band's recording plans: "September and October, that's when we're going to get into the studio to start writing the new album."

Source: NME.com

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Dummkopf

Que se te ocurra una melodía chula y darte cuenta en ese preciso momento de que no tienes instalado el Guitar Pro para poder transcribirla y trabajar con ella sin hacer ruido para no despertar a toda la familia, y que además tu hermano se haya descargado todo lo descargable y ha llegado al límite del servidor de descargas para poder bajártelo...
No tiene precio ¬¬

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Tuesday, 9 August 2011

The People's Poet is dead!


"This house will become a shrine! And punks and skins and rastas will gather on and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader! Then all the grown-ups will say "why are the kids crying?" And the kids will say "Haven't you heard? Rick is dead! The People's Poet is dead! Then one particularly sensitive, articulate teenager will say "All the kids, do you understand nothing? How can Rick be dead when we have his poems?" Then another kid will say..."

"This is it! It's really happening! Who needs qualifications? Who cares about Thatcher and unemployment?
We can do just exactly what we want to do! And do you know why? Because we're young ones! Bachelor boys! Crazy, mad, wild-eyed, big-bottomed anarchists!
Look out, Cliff!!!!!
Phew...! That was close!"

How I love "The Young Ones"... I find British humour (and specially Rik Mayall's acting) captivating :)