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.

Being an eternal underdog

I've known it all along, like the bone under my skin
Like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind 

There's a hammer by the window
There's a knife on the floor

Like turbines in darkness 
Like the blood on my door

It's a Genera-tor...


When words won't come out, let Dr. Graffin speak.


There's a place where everyone can be happy
It's the most beautiful place in the whole effing world
It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains 
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls 

And you know I wish that I could go there 
It's a road that I have not found 
And I wish you the best of luck, dear
Drop a card or a letter to my side of town

'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
You... painted my entire world, but
I... Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled

And I won't forget it 

21

“Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.

Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo... Lee... Ta."

- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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?

Attribution Theory

"When I is replaced with we, even illness becomes wellness".

- (Attributed to) Malcolm X

Life, part II

"Variety is life; uniformity is death".

- (Attributed to) Pyotr Kropotkin

Le casse-tête sans fin

           Moscow Leningradsky Railway Station. Int.

           XAVIER and WENDY walk up to the train. WENDY suddenly turns and stares at XAVIER smiling.

            WENDY
You are the perfect guy.

            XAVIER
You're making a mistake, I... I'm really not! If there's someone on earth with a... wreck, it's me!

             WENDY
That's what I just said. You're a perfect guy.

            XAVIER
How come you're such a nice girl?

            WENDY

I'm not being nice. You just happen to be the best thing that's happened to me in the past 26 years. 

            XAVIER
I'm not sure I'm the one you're talking about. The one you think I am.

            WENDY
What do you think? I know you're not always perfect! I know you have tons of problems, defects, imperfections, but... Who doesn't? It's just that I prefer your problems. I'm in love with your imperfections, your imperfections are just great. I mean, you can't imagine, before I had to deal with Ed and, compared to him, you're a day at the beach! I know most girls they go weak at the knees for what's beautiful, you know, that's all they see, that's all the want but, I- I'm not like that. I don't just see what's beautiful, I fall for the other stuff. I love what's not perfect. This is just how I am.

           The train beeps. A HOSTESS subtly tells XAVIER to please get in.

             WENDY

I think you need to go now.

           They kiss. XAVIER leaves without uttering a word.

             XAVIER (In French)
            (To the audience)
Any guy with a normal constitution would have run after her. Me, I didn't move. Or, rather, it's the train that moved. I just let it.

"Les poupées russes" (Cédric Klapisch, 2005)

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. 

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)