Eric, Jorge, Florent & moi 

Silvio Rodriguez - Ojalá

Ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan

para que no las puedas convertir en cristal,

ojala que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo,

ojala que la luna pueda salir sin ti,

ojala que la tierra no te bese los pasos.

Ojala se te acabe la mirada constante,la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta,

ojala pase algo que te borre de pronto,

una luz segadora, un disparo de nieve

ojala por lo menos, que me lleve la muerte,

para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre

en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones.

Ojala que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones.

Ojala que la aurora no de gritos que caigan en mi espalda,

ojala que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz,

ojala las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado,

ojala que el deseo se vaya tras de ti, a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores.

Ollie (Where is the floor?) 

Graffitis, San Petersburgo 

People are strange

People are strange, when you're a stranger.

Faces look ugly when you're alone.

Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted.

Streets are uneven, when you're down .

When you're strange- faces come out of the rain.

When you're strange- no one remembers your name.

Wicker park

Estuve ayer viendo esta película, que bonita...
parece ser que es un remake de L´appartement. Aquí la han llamado Obsesión.
A aquellos que les gustan las películas románticas, ahí tienen su must. Rey Lear, moralejas amorosas... concluye con The Scientist de fondo, enorme canción de Coldplay.
A las chicas que no les gusten mucho estas pelis, se pueden consolar observando a Josh Hartnett.
Sigo con faringitis, que jodienda pasarse el puente en casa, con el tiempo esplendido y todo eso...
He encargado Big Sur, obra cumbre de Kerouac, tal vez llegue para la semana que viene.
En breve empieza la temporada surf [bueno, la mía quiero decir :-) ]
En Agosto a San Petersburgo, Rusia!!
Llámenme, pinches cabrones!! Me muero del asco en casa!!
El concierto de Sulfators, contundente, jeje. Whole lotta Rosie, Detroit Rock City, broche final con Another Place... temas propios como City Rock, Hate Techno,excelentes.
(PARA QUE DIGAIS QUE NO OS HAGO PUBLICIDAD)

Millencolin & stuff

So we finally got to this concert in Bergara, and it did rock pretty well, though we missed the 1st group, these american guys Street Dogs , anyways who cares¿? we were there for the Millencolin punk-rock show.
Yeh, Lawrence Arms played some songs too...
Saturday we went to Complot , as usual [no news on this, either :-( ]
Maybe next week-end? Maybe not...

JUEVES CONCIERTO EN LA DRAGA, DEUSTO !! 21H30!! THE SULFATORS!! EVERYONE´S INVITED...

Friends till the end

First words you say in tears, complaining how I'm never near.
I know I'm lost sometimes cause I'm grounded in my mind.
It's like this all the time, first I say you're OK then I go my way.
And you're desperate, so desperate when you're down.
Here I stand, take my hand and I'll try to understand you right.
The best way I can, cause after all I am your friend.
Last words you scream to me, you don't expect too much of me,
cause I could give you anything if I just could be myself.
It's like that all the time, first I say you're OK then I go my way again, you're so desperate but still mine.
But now the girl is working, now the girl feels fine and I'm the one who feels down, but if she'll be working until the end of time.
I hope she'll understand me then, the best way she can,
cause after all I am her friend till the end

Rainy days (revisited)

Ever had a rendez-vous with reason or a punch out with sense?
I have´em all the time, you know it ain´t the season.
They say I look a little tense and it do get worse,
like a merry go round curse,
just like talking to a wall.
Reason puts the light out and sense pulls the plug, and brother rhyme just stumbles and falls.
So you feel it; just wrap it up and seal it, and deal with it; when a rainy day comes along.
So let´s come to a conclusion, let us all come to terms with the greater problems and the fewer solutions.
Will I ever learn I can go against the grain or even make a racket play along or I can take a stand surrounded by monkeys, I doubt I´ll ever hack it; I can try to take off or I can hold their hand.

big Ollie gap  

Kickflip to fakie, Parque de los patos 

La belleza

...Estoy situado en una nebulosa y hago lo que quiero por qué el universal equilibrio al cual pertenezco no pierda su equilibrio. Mientras estoy sentado en una colina, mirando una puesta de sol, me dejo cautivar por la belleza del trémulo reflejo de los rayos del sol, cristalinos, hasta sentirme sobrecogido.
Y reflexiono que la vida no es más que una sombra que pasa, un pobre cómico que se pavonea y se agita una hora en escena y después no se le oye más; un cuento narrado por un idiota y que nada significa...
Y llegó a la conclusión que la belleza no mira; sólo es mirada..

Albert Einstein (Físico y matemático )

Shadowplay

To the centre of the city, where all roads meet looking for you.
To the depths of the ocean, where all hopes sank searching for you.
Moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you.
In a room with no window in the corner, I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing more.
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor, and with cold steel, odour on their bodies,made a move to connect.
I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to.
I let them use you for their own ends.
To the centre of the city in night, waiting for you

Poema de A.S. Pushkin (traducción)

"Te amaba, quien sabe si el amor perecerá,
no se había apagado por completo la llama en mi.
Más ojalá deje por fin de afligirme,
no quiero molestarte nunca más.
Te amaba en silencio, desesperadamente,
atormentado por la timidez y los celos.
Te amaba con tal sinceridad, con tal ternura,
que Dios te bendiga con alguien que te ame así"

The Unbearable Lightness Of Being 

Recomendaciones

Pelis:

- Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas (Miedo y asco en Las Vegas)
- La Comunidad
- School of Rock
- The Interpreter (La intérprete)

Libros:

- Der Steppenwolf (el lobo estepario), Herman Hesse
- Big Sur, Jack Kerouac
- La insoportable levedad del ser, Milan Kundera
- On the road, (En el camino) Jack Kerouac
- The End of Eternity (El fin de la eternidad), I.Asimov
- El péndulo de Foucault, Umberto Eco
- La conjura de los necios, John K. Toole
- De consolatione philosophae (La consolación de la filosofía), Boecio

Comics:

- The Preacher(el predicador), Vertigo
- Sandman
- El Incal, Jodorowski y Moebius
- La casta de los metabarones, Jodorowski

Canciones:

- Boys of Summer, The Ataris
- White Rabbit, Jefferson Airplane
- I´m a swing it, House of Pain
- Rainy Days Revisited, The Hellacopters
- Down on Freestreet, The Hellacopters
- Somebody´s watching me, Rockwell
- Rubberneckin´, Elvis
- 187, Senses Fail
- Masters of the Universe, Hawkwind
- Touch me, The Doors
- The Omen, Fantomas
- Spokesman, Goldfinger
- Easy livin´, Uriah Heep
- Rêverie, C.Debussy

Rose Rouge, Sopelana  

Metro

I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass. My four walls follow me through my past.
I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain and you were waiting there, swimming through apologies.
I remember searching for the perfect words, I was hoping you might change your mind.
I remember a soldier standing next to me, riding on the metro.
I was smiling as you took my hand, saw the moon we spoke in France.
You were passed the shallow words. Years have passed and still the hurt.
I can see you now smiling as I pulled away, sorry.
I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand, "I'll love you always" filled my eyes.
I remember the night we walked along the Seine, riding on the metro.
I remember a feeling coming over me, then the soldier turned and walked away.
Fuck you for loving me, riding on the metro

Algunas de mis fotos

Para ver algunas de mis fotos antiguas (las nuevas estan aun por catalogar y publicar),
pinchar en el siguiente enlace:

http://community.webshots.com/user/miguel2003quebec

Back to Vitoria (back to school)

Hi everybody,
I am coming back to school... so I will not connect until friday, that means I will be really busy preparing myself for next term, and reading in my spare time some novels I got and did not even have the time to have a closer look at.
So, I hope everything is ok for everyone, I will miss my crew.
El viernes de vuelta!! Albert, Mini, Jorge... he visto School of Rock! Jajaja, que pelicula mas divertida. Ojala los colegios fueran todos asi, como para no ir a gusto!
Cris, espero que vuelvas a La Paz sin ningun contratiempo. Pasale saludos a Carlos de mi parte, ok? Y a ver si mandas alguna fotito!!
Peace & love