LAS PALABRAS INMORTALES TAN SÓLO SON APROPIADAS PARA SUEÑOS INMORTALES - ALLAN KAPROW

ONCE LUCES, DOCE BOMBILLAS

Tienen algunos cuerpos la cualidad del agua./Como ella, transparentes o turbios, se deslizan/suaves pero imparables. Van dejando sus rastros,/como una huella húmeda, en los huecos/más descubiertos de nuestra memoria,/en las grietas del alma, y acomodan/sus perfiles, olores y cadencias/donde queda un resquicio de nostalgia. JOSEFA PARRA

POÉTICA

"LA KATHARSIS ES PARA EL ALMA LO QUE EL ACEITE DE RICINO ES PARA EL CUERPO. ...LA EMOCIÓN ESTÉTICA ES EL ELEMENTO BÁSICO DE ESE PURGANTE QUE LA LIMPIA Y LA SERENA, DEJÁNDOLA TEMEROSA DE NUEVOS EMPACHOS DE MALAS PASIONES." JUAN FILLOY






...y entonces jugamos al cíclope, nos miramos cada vez más de cerca y nuestros ojos se agrandan, se acercan entre sí, se superponen y los cíclopes se miran, respirando confundidos, las bocas se encuentran y luchan tibiamente, mordiéndose con los labios, apoyando apenas la lengua en los dientes, jugando en sus recintos donde un aire pesado va y viene con un perfume viejo y un silencio..." (del cap. 7 de Rayuela)

clipped from lalocadelola.blogspot.com "¿Te desconozco realmente o esta parte de intuirte es una forma de conocerte? Lo que sé es que hay algo que no es ese pasado, ni este presente, ni el futuro que hoy es nada, ni tus ojos, ni lo obvio o lo estéril, ni siquiera los lugares y las costumbres. Es la búsqueda que nos convoca, insegura, dolorida, machucada, todavía esperanzada, una energía de atracción, el poder del imán, los polos opuestos, tu aroma en mis ojos, la cesación de tu voz y mi nostalgia de ella apenas cruzás la calle, eso que me hizo llamarte en algún momento para ver cómo andabas, ese puente que yo vi (porque lo vi) entre nuestros ojos en esos momentos de escaparnos del lugar y encontrar el ideal para ese preciso instante en ese puente." By Leandro

Los días en que el cielo está gris, el sol no ha desaparecido para siempre. ARNAUD DESJARDINS

I COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

I Could Fall In Love With You
Written by Clarke / Bell

Come and hold me
And dissolve me
But I never do what I am told to
You enthuse me
Don't abuse me
At the worse of times you'll never lose me

There are times when I could fall in love with you
There are times when I would scream till I was blue

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I could fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I could fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

I was dreaming
We were sleeping
And you held me tight to keep believing
Don't upset me
I won't let you
Fall into a space that's empty

There are times when I could fall in love with you
There are times when I would scream till I was blue

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I would fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I could fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

There are times when I could fall in love with you
There are times when I would scream till I was blue

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I would fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I would fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I would fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I would fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

I may hate you sometimes

LOVE TO HATE YOU
Love To Hate You

Written by Clarke / Bell

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

I'm crazy flowing over with ideas
A thousand ways to woo a lover so sincere
Love and hate what a beautiful combination

Sending shivers up and down my spine

For every Casanova that appears
My sense of hesitation disappears
Love and hate what a beautiful combination

Sending shivers up and down my spine

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you

I love to hate you

Oh you really still expect me to believe
Every single letter I receive
Sorry you what a shameful situation

Sending shivers up and down my spine

Ooh I like to read a murder mystery
I like to know the killer isn't me
Love and hate what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers make me quiver

Feel it sliver up and down my spine

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you

I love to hate you

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you

I love to hate you

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you

Nuestra conciencia contiene todos estos papeles y muchos más, el héroe, el enamorado, el ermitaño y el dictador, la mujer sabia y el loco. JACK KORNFIELD