Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I'm so tired (The Beatles)

I'm so tired (The Beatles)
I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.

I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do

You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind

I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get (git).

You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
(mumbling)

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Dream Catcher

My sister sent this comment to one of my posts. As far as I like it, and not many potential visitors (if any!!!) read the comments (almost always better than the posts which originated them), I decided to publish it as a post by itself. Thanks Miren!!!

The Native Americans believe in the Dream Catcher, and through the distance I am sending you an imaginary one (...)
"Close your eyes and envision a Dream Catcher... good dreams slip through the hole in the center, but bad dreams get caught on the web - only the good dreams will be remembered - that is how one must live life - remember only the happiness."

Monday, September 21, 2009

No he podido evitarlo... / I couldn't stop it

(Thanks Madam Scissors!)
The Last Poem, Sophie Auster
I have dreamed of you so much
You are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to touch
Your breathing body,
To kiss your mouth
And make your voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much
There's no more time for me to wake up.
I have dreamed of you so much,
Have walked so much, talked so much,
Slept so much with your phantom,
The only thing left for me
Is to become a phantom among phantoms,
A shadow a hundred times more shadow
Than the shadow that moves and goes on moving,
Brightly, over the sundial of your life.
Lyrics: Robert Desnos (Editions Gallmard). English version: Paul Auster. Vocals: Sophie Auster. Drums, bass, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vibraphone, piano, Hammond B-3, claviola, and backing vocals: Joshua Camp and Michael Hearst. Trumpet: Hank Bones.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Happy new (academic) year!!! / ¡¡¡Feliz año (académico) nuevo!!!

Ya estamos en Septiembre, una vez más... Pasó el verano. Algunos tuvieron vacaciones, buenas o malas, pero vacaciones... Otros no las tuvieron (tuvimos)... Sin embargo, al menos en mi caso, el mes de Agosto fue productivo y fructífero: conocí Calcuta (Kolkata), en Bengala Occidental, India. Una experiencia inolvidable y que, creo, ha marcado, como algunas otras, un antes y un después en mi vida... Gracias a los y las bengalíes que lo han hecho posible. Gracias de corazón.
It's September again ... The summer passed away. For some there were holidays, good or bad, but holidays anyhow... Others didn't have them (me among those)... Yet, at least for me, August was productive and fruitful: I knew Calcutta (Kolkata), in West Bengal, India. An unforgettable experience that, I think as some others, has made a difference in my life, kind of before and after of many things... Thanks to all those Bengali people who made it possible. Thanks from the bottom of my heart.