Fleeting

"Harry, I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange."

- Special Agent Cooper (Coopy, para los amigos) to his bro Sheriff Truman

Twin Peaks (David Lynch, 1990-91)

"Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday"

- You know, sometimes I wonder... 

- What? 

- Well... if I hadn't been Fox Books and you hadn't been The Shop Around the Corner, and you and I had just, well, met... 

- I know...

- Yeah. I would have asked for your number, and I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you and saying, "Hey, how about... how about some coffee?" or, you know, "drinks or dinner or a movie... for as long as we both shall live?"

- Joe... 

- And you and I would have never been at war. And the only thing we'd fight about would be which video to rent on a Saturday night. 

- Who fights about that?

- Well, some people. Not us. 

- We would never. 

- If only...

- I gotta go.

- Well, let me ask you something. How can you forgive this guy for standing you up and not forgive me for this tiny little thing of... of putting you out of business? Oh, how I wish you would. 

- I really have to go. 

- Yeah, well... you don't want to be late.

- You've got mail (Nora Ephron, 1998)

Citrus medica var. sarcodactylis

Suzanne takes you down to her place (...)

You can spend the night beside her 

And you know that she's half crazy 

But that's why you want to be there 

And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China 

And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her 

Then she gets you on her wavelength, 

and she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover 

And you want to travel with her 

And you want to travel blind 

And you know that she will trust you

For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

Bright eyes

Yours is the first face that I saw,
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don't know where I am, don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I'd let you know that these things take forever
(I, especially, am slow)
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed,
You felt as if you'd just woke up

And you said:

"This is the first day of my life.

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
But, now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy"

So if you wanna be with me, with these things there's no telling,

we'll just have to wait and see

But I'd rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time it's different
I mean, I really think you like me...

He-3

Und plötzlich, ein Lied kommt in deinen Sinn wenn du aufwachst.

Et il est une chanson qui n'a jamais signifié rien pour toi (plutôt le contraire).

And still, a resounding "it was a mistake imprisoning my soul" sang by Bells keeps coming.

Fusionem l'Heli-3, nostra última esperança.

La Môme

(Journaliste) - Si vous aviez un conseil à donner à une femme, quel serait-il?
(Edith Piaf) - Aimer.
- À un enfant?
- Aimer.
- À une adolescente?
- Aimer.

Biotin, B7 or H

She brings rock 'n' roll inside her,

and poetry upon her lips

She does not smile, but throws bullets at you

And you die so beautifully that you do not tell apart

Whether you fall, or wings grow on you

- Efrén Gutiérrez

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.

Getting goosebumps

Nothing left to die for

Who cares for the life we've earned? Someone's sold all the truth you yearned
Remember when we used to shine and had no fear, or sense of time?

Well, it creeps up on you...

You can't cry, now there's nothing to feel
No-one's noticed your loneliness
Remember when you used to tease and made us scream eternal joys?

We believed that you'd always be here, once you promised a life with no fear
Please don't break my ideals and say what's fake was always reeeeeal
Hope was the one, now I'm gooooone

Take meeeee baaack aaagain...

Damn you, Bells. Always gets me...