El tiempo lo cura todo

Estoy convencido que el tiempo lo cura todo. La incertidumbre no está en la solución, pero en la duración del método. No es cuestión de razón, ya que mis ríos o desplomes son irracionales, pero eso no los convierte en quimeras.

Frente a un sublime atardecer de diciembre, cierro mis ojos. Proclamo mi derecho a disfrutar del naranja en los árboles y del bermellón del sol, de la brisa que seca mis ojos y del crujir de mis estómagos.



Wait It On
Imogen Heap

Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed.
It cuts me with every could-have-been.

Pain on pain on play, repeating
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.

Everybody says time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?

There's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around;
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
A Stumbling cliche case,
crumbled and puffy faced.
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.

All I want, only one street-level miracle.
I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.

Everybody says time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?

And sit here cold?
Well, We'll be long gone by then.
And lackluster in dust we lay
Around old magazines.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
for all we could and should be being
in the one life that we've got.

(Ah, Ah, Ah)

In the one life that we've got.

Everybody says that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out? sit Here?
Just going to Wait it out? Sit here cold?
Just going to sweat it out?
Wait it out.

Sueños pequeños

Hay quienes sueñan con llegar a la luna o conquistar tierras. Hay quienes sueñan seguir el camino de la felicidad ideal y aferrarse a él cueste lo que cueste.

Al paso del tiempo, me doy cuenta que mi felicidad no está ni en la luna, ni en las tierras, ni en el camino que alguien más ha trazado para mí. Mi felicidad está en mis sueños, y mis sueños son pequeños, mas no triviales. Mis sueños se encuentran en muchos lugares y en muchas personas, pero es cuestión de prestar atención, saberlos escuchar, aprender a saborearlos y tratarlos con cuidado.

Things I like to do

by Ben Kweller

I don't know where we are

But I know what I like to do

I like staring up at a starry sky and down on an ocean blue

I like it when we touch

To most people this isn't much

These are the things that I like to do

I don't know where to go

But I know what I like to do

I like walking down those little streets when we're in Paris, France

When I'm in the mood to run and when I'm in the mood to dance

These are the things that I like to do

I don't know how to spell

But I know what I like to do

I like thinking 'bout the people who lived here before us

I like listening to my favorite music when I'm on the bus

These are the things that I like to do

I don't know what to do

But I know what I like to do

I like talking in the diner 'stead of screaming in the noisy bar

I like walking into public places strumming this guitar

These are the things that I like to do

But most of all I like liking you

Descubriendo y redescubriendo música

El mes pasado decidí subscribirme al Zune Pass y la verdad ha sido una gran inversión. No sólo estoy descubriendo muchísima música, sino que además tengo la posibilidad de redescubrir canciones del pasado.

El Zune Pass funciona de la siguiente manera: es una subscripción que te permite bajar prácticamente millones de canciones a tu computadora y escucharlas ya sea desde tu PC o desde tu Zune. Las canciones son accesibles siempre y cuando estés subscrito, pero cada mes, tienes derecho a elegir 10 canciones y quedártelas continúes o no tu pago. El costo son $15 dólares al mes, que es prácticamente el costo de un disco compacto.

En fin, aquí les comparto cuatro canciones que descubrí y redescubrí con el Zune.

1. Après Moi, por Regina Spektor

I must go on standing

You can't break that which isn't yours

I must go on standing

I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood

Après moi, le deluge, after me comes the flood

I must go on standing

You can't break that which isn't yours

I must go on standing

I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood

Après moi le deluge, after me comes the flood

Fevrale dostat chernil i plakat

Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd

Poka grohochushaya slyakot

Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit

(Translation:

February. Get ink, shed tears.

Write of it, sob your heart out, sing.

While torrential slush that roars,

burns in the blackness of the spring. 

- Extract from a poem by Boris Pasternak)

Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood

Après moi le deluge, after me comes the flood

I must go on standing

You can't break that which isn't yours

I must go on standing

I'm not my own, It's not my choice

I must go on stan-stan-ding-ding

You can't, can't break that, that 

Which isn't, isn't yours, yours

I'm not, not my own, own

It's not, not my choice, choice

2.  Cologne, por Ben Folds

Here in Cologne,

I know I said it wrong,

I walked you to the train,

And back across alone,

To my hotel room,

And ordered me some food,

And now I'm wondering,

Why the floor has suddenly become a moving target.

Four, three, two, one,

I'm letting you go.

I will let go,

If you will let go.

(Four, three, two)

Says here an astronaut,

Put on a pair of diapers,

Drove eighteen hours,

To kill her boyfriend,

And in my hotel room - I'm wondering,

If you read that story too,

And if we both might,

Be having the same imaginary conversation.

Four, three, two, one,

I'm letting you go.

I will let go,

If you will let go.

(Four, three, two)

Weightless as I close my eyes.

The ceiling opens in disguise.

Such a painful trip,

To find out this is it,

And when I go to sleep,

You'll be waking up.

Four, three, two, one,

I'm letting you go.

I will let go,

If you will let go.

3. Oh Freedom, por Joan Baez

Oh, freedom, oh, freedom,

Oh freedom over me

And before I'd be a slave

I'd be buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free

No more moanin'

No more weepin'

No more shootin'

There'll be singing

4. Paper Planes por MIA

[x2]

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I make 'em all day

I get one down in a second if you wait

[x2]

Sometimes I think sitting on trains

Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game

Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame

Bonafide hustler making my name

[x4]

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)

And (KKKAAAA CHING!)

And take your money

[x2]

Pirate skulls and bones

Sticks and stones and weed and bongs

Running when we hit 'em

Lethal poison through their system

[x2]

No one on the corner has swagger like us

Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless

We pack and deliver like UPS trucks

Already going hell just pumping that gas

[x4]

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)

And (KKKAAAA CHING!)

And take your money

M.I.A.

Third world democracy

Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.

So, uh, no funny business

Some some some I some I murder

Some I some I let go

Some some some I some I murder

Some I some I let go

Almost Lover. Not Ready.

No sé leer música, no sé tocar música, no sé ni siquiera su historia o la teoría musical; pero eso no significa que no pueda sentir música. 

La semana pasada sentí música una vez más. Iba manejando por Lázaro Cárdenas hacia las oficinas donde estoy trabajando en Valle Oriente y empezó esta canción interpretada por A Fine Frenzy que se titula "Almost Lover". 

Almost Lover

A Fine Frenzy

Your fingertips across my skin,

the palm trees swaying in the wind.

Images.

You sang me spanish lullabies,

the sweetest sadness in your eyes.

Clever trick.

Well i'd never want to see you unhappy

I'd thought you'd want the same for me.

Chorus

goodbye my almost lover,

goodbye my hopeless dream.

i'm trying not to think about you,

can't you just let me be

so long my luckless romance,

my back is turned on you

should have known that you would bring me heartache

almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street,

you took my hand and danced with me.

Images.

And when you left you kissed my lips,

you told me you you would never let forget.

These images-no

Well i'd never want to see you unhappy

I'd thought you'd want the same for me

Chorus

I cannot go to the ocean

I cannot try the streets at night

I cannot wake up in the morning

without you on my mind

so your gone and i'm haunted

and i bet you would just find

do i make it that easy to walk right in and

out of my life

Chorus

No sé si quiero decir adiós o no. No lo sé.

Because of the rain?

Tengo muchas canciones favoritas que no tengo la menor idea de lo que dicen -- de cierta medida la música y el ritmo transmiten el sentimiento adecuado, pero mi cerebro nunca descifra las palabras. Mi teoría es que mi aprendizaje es visual, por lo tanto, si no lo veo escrito, no lo entiendo.

He aquí una canción que me acaba de electrificar el corazón. Cielos. ¿Será que la melancolía de Seattle no ayuda? Pero creo que no es sólo la lluvia.

Northern Lad

Tori Amos

Had a northern lad

Well not exactly had

He moved like the sunset

God who painted that

First he love my accent

How his knees could bend

I thought we'd be ok

Me and my molasses

But I feel someting is wrong

But I fell this cake just isn't done

Don't say that you Don't 

And if you could see me now

Said if you could see me now

Girls you've got to know

When it's time to turn the page

When you're only wet

Because of the rain

He don't show much these days

It's gets so fucking cold

I loved his secret places

But I can't go anymore

"you change like sugar cane"

Says me northern lad

I guess you go too far

When pianos try to be guitars

I feel the west in you 

And I feel it falling apart too

Don't say that you Don't

And if you could see me now

Said if you could see me now

Girls you've got to know

When it's time to turn the page

When you're only wet

Because of the rain

When you're only wet

Because of the rain

Perspolis Soundtrack

¡Hoy me llegó el CD de Persépolis y estoy muy contento!

"In your lifetime, you're going to meet a lot of jerks. If someone hurts you, just tell yourself it's due to their lack of intelligence. That way, you'll never sink down to their level... Because there's nothing worse in this world than bitterness and revenge. Never lose sight of your dignity. Always stay true to yourself!"

Priscilla Ahn

Hace algunas semanas oí por primera vez la voz de Priscilla Ahn en un CD de Landmark Theaters. Iba cruzando el lago Washington cuando la claridad y belleza de su voz me invadieron de inmediato. Regresé la canción y escuché con más atención. Era impresionante cómo me atraía su melodía y sus palabras.


Esta semana me llegó su primera producción titulada "A Good Day". Todas las canciones son escritas por ella, así también, ella toca muchos de los instrumentos en las canciones.

¡Acabo de averiguar que viene a Seattle a fin de mes! ¡Hay que ir a verla!

Vulnerable

La historia continúa, pero no pronostica un final de cuentos de hadas.

Aunque no quiero aceptarlo, y aunque trato de razonarlo día con día, no puedo negarlo: estoy en un momento muy vulnerable de mi vida.

En Abirl, estaba convencido de irme a vivir a California y luchar por un amor que moría por falta de cuidados.
En Mayo, confundido y agobiado, me dediqué a olvidar ese amor de cualquier forma y me di cuenta que mi estrategia era tan frágil como mi objetivo.
En Junio, me convencí de aceptar mi lugar en Washington y explorarlo -- respirarlo, ser parte del presente y no del futuro.
En Julio, me ilusioné; olvidé el presente y me volví a concentrar en el futuro -- dejándome tan vulnerable como en un principio.

Altos y bajos continuos. Una llamada me hace sonreir, y la siguiente oscurece mi cielo en un par de segundos. He logrado tener una habilidad sorprendente para cambiar de estado de ánimo. Un acto de magia, dirían algunos.

Río, lloro, corro, canto.

Two Sheds
You

I'm fifteen centimeters tall
a single step's a sturdy wall
a dark and distant port of call
from you

I move through a different sort of space
a day takes years for me to trace
while age redecorates my face
it's true.

I set my soul to sleep
beneath your shoes
Lord knows i'm tired
of thinking 'bout you

Beautiful María of my soul

Después de casi dos meses, terminé de leer "The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love" y a pesar de que deseaba terminar el libro hace unas pocas horas, estoy triste de haber leído las últimas páginas.

Ya no podré escuchar a César Castillo hablar de sus conquistas, sus decepciones, y de su Cuba; y ya no sabré qué será de Eugenio o de Dolores. Me hubiera gustado conocer mejor a Leticia, pero Hijuelos le dio un final a la historia y tengo que aceptarlo, así como se acepta que una melodía también termina.

Escribiré dos secuencias que me gustaron mucho en la novela. La primera es una de las descripciones de Néstor, hermano de César Castillo, y de su amor por María; y la segunda es la descripción de la canción que Néstor le compuso a su bella María.

[...] That was Nestor on the living-room couch, strumming a chord on the guitar, looking up, and writing in a notebook. That was Nestor's voice heard on the street at night, on La Salle, on Tiemann Place, on 124th Street and Broadway. That was Neston down on his knees playing with the children, pushing a toy truck into a city of alphabet blocks, the children climbing on his back and riding him like a horse, while in his head there bloomed a thousand images of María: María naked, María in a sun hat, María's brown nipple filling his mouth, María with a cigarrette, María commenting on the beatuy of the moon, María dancing long-legged, her body wobbling in perfect rhythm in a chorus of women in feathered turbans, María counting the doves in a plaza, Maria sucking a pineapple batida through a straw, María writhing, lips damps and face red from kisses, in ecstasy, María glowing like a cat, María dabbing her mouth with lipstick, María pulling up a flower...

That was Neston, eyebrows arched with the scholarly concentration of a physics student, reading science-fiction comic books at the kitchen table. That was Nestor [...]

He was the man plagued with memory, the way his brother César Castillo would be twenty-five years later, the man with the delusion that the composition of a song about María would bring her back. [...]

Hijuelos, Oscar. The Mambo Kings Play Songs Of Love. In the Hotel Splendour. Pag 47

"Beautiful María of My Soul." A song about love so far away it hurts; a song about lost pleasures, a song about youth, a song about love so elusive a man can never know where he stands; a song about wanting a woman so much death does not frighten you, a song about wanting that woman even when she has abandoned you.

Hijuelos, Oscar. The Mambo Kings Play Songs Of Love. When I called the number. Pag 446

No sabía que este libro se había hecho película hace varios años sino hasta que leí el final del libro, así que busqué la canción en YouTube y la encontré. Lo único malo es que la letra no se parece nada a la del libro. Ni en español ni en inglés; pero no deja de tener una melodía encantadora.

Why did you come to me?
I was happy before you
entered my heart.

How can I hate you
if I love you so?
I can't explain my torment,
for I don't know how to live
without your love.

What delicious pain love has brought to me
in the form of a woman.
My torment and ecstasy,
María, my life...
Beautiful María of my soul,

Why did she finally mistreat me so?
Tell me, why is it that way?
Why is it always so?
María, my life,
Beautiful María of my soul.

Hijuelos, Oscar. The Mambo Kings Play Songs Of Love. When I called the number. Pag 447

Househusband

Frecuentemente bromeo que mi objetivo final en la vida es ser un "househusband". Supongo que el hecho de que tenga la opción de elegir serlo lo hace muy diferente a ser el camino establecido. Además, me gusta mucho escuchar las reacciones de las personas cuando les revelo mis planes.

En fin, ayer escuché una canción que básicamente fue robada de mi cajón. El cantautor es Jay Brannan, y aquí les va el coro de la canción Housewife.

i wanna be a housewife
what’s so wrong with that
i wanna be a housewife, yeah
and that’s just where i’m at

Games, changes and fears

Hoy decidí seleccionar "random" mientras corría en lugar de utilizar mi lista "running". La verdad -- no la mejor elección ya que la mayoría de mis canciones no son aptas para correr.

Al final de mi rutina, mientras me relajaba empecé a escuchar las palabras... "Games, changes and fears..." y pum! la canción me pegó y me pegó fuerte...

I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

Vuelos

Esta canción siempre me ha ayudado en los momentos difíciles, y hoy, una vez más. Está conmigo.

no me pidas dejar mi vuelo hacia el sol
para estar contigo mi amor, que yo
tengo tanto que hacer tanto que alcanzar
mejor ven conmigo, ven a volar

y si a medio camino encuentras
que ha cambiado tu dirección

anda y vuela que aunque me veas derrumbar
al fin de todo siempre he de recordar
que me diste a su tiempo tu corazón
y seguiste tu vuelo, tu vuelo al sol

Breathe Me

Help, I have done it again

I have been here many times before

Hurt myself again today

And the worst part is there's no one else to tell

Breathe Me. Sia.

Rutinaria se está volviendo mi tristeza. Todos los días al momento de encender mi carro, lo recuerdo. Me siento tan ingenuo. Sólo cierro los ojos y puedo sentir su sonrisa y escuchar sus sonidos. Aquí está conmigo, lo puedo oler. Me seduce nuevamente y quiero abrazarlo fuerte. No quiero soltarlo, no quiero que se me escape una vez más. Quiero poder sentirlo otro momento más, otro minuto más, sólo mientras termino de respirar. No te vayas, no te vayas... necesito que te quedes. Pero los brazos se me entumen y en mi presencia me dice adiós una vez más y yo le digo que es lo mejor, sé que es lo mejor, pero no sé cómo enfrentarlo. No quiero que sea la última vez pero yo le digo que lo será y que tenemos que ser fuertes. Quisiera poder al menos respirar su aroma, guardarlo secretamente en mi bolsillo... quedarme un segundo más con él, uno más. Me arrepiento al siguiente instante, puedo esperar... sé que puedo y que juntos podremos.

Se va.

Y así lo imagino irse, todos los días. Cada mañana y cada tarde desde hace varias semanas. Así, poco a poco, me despido cada día y me duele cada día más. No sé qué estoy haciedo. No sé porqué lo estoy haciendo. Sólo sé que estoy sufriendo, pero sé que las cosas van a estar mejor.

This is the reason for dreaming

Pulse is gone and racing –
All fits and starts

Window by window
You try and look into
This brave new you that you are

The Guilty Ones. Spring Awakening.

Pedro y Pablo

"...eran hermanos y amigos inseparables"

De cuando en cuando, esta canción aleatoriamente se escucha en mi iPod y tengo que confesar (ante cualquier acusación) que me conmueve. La historia simboliza una cultura de manera tan simple (una conversación entre hermanos) pero con tanta fuerza que no puedo hacer nada más que admirarla y en ocasiones, hasta los ojos se me humedecen.

Sí, lloro con Los Tigres del Norte y a mucha honra.

Jason Mraz - Plane

Jason Mraz
Plane

Drain the veins in my head
Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by security lines
Dear x-ray machine
Pretend you don't know me so well
I wont tell if you lied
Cry, cause your droughts been brought up
Drinkin' cause you're lookin so good in your starbucks cup
I complain for the company that I keep
The windows for sleeping rearrange
When I'm nobody
Well who's laughin now

I'm leaving your town, again
And I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
And I'm up in the air so baby hell yeah
Well honey I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn

Damn, I should be so lucky
Even only 24 hours under your touch
You know I need you so much
I cannot wait to call you
And tell you that I landed somewhere
And hand you a square of the airport
And walk you through the maze of the map
That I'm gazing at
Gracefully unnamed and feeling guilty for the luck
And the look that you gave me
You make me somebody
Oh nobody knows me
Not even me can see it, yet I bet I'm

I'm leaving your town again
And I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
And I'm up in the air, so baby hell yeah
Oh honey I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn

You keep me high minded
You get me high

Flax seeds, well they tear me open
And supposedly you can crawl right through me
Taste these teeth please
And undress me from the sweaters better hurry
Cause I'm keeping upward bound now
Oh maybe I'll build my house on your cloud
Here I'm tumbling for you
Stumbling through the work that I have to do
Don't mean to harm you

By leaving your town again
But I'm over the quilt that you've been spinning
But I'm up in the air, said baby hell yeah
Oh honey I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
Damn
Damn
Damn

You keep me high
You keep me high minded
You keep me high
You keep me high minded

Ben Folds

Hace varias semanas, escribí un post con la letra de la canción "The Luckiest", una canción que se ha colocado directamente en mi lista de favoritas de todos los tiempos. Sin embargo, nunca me di la oportunidad de comentar que el CD me fascinó. Sus sonidos, sus letras y sobre todo su honestidad.

Otras joyas de "Rockin' The Suburbs", sin contar la sátira de la canción que le da nombre al disco compacto (Rockin' The Suburbs) son:
Fred Jones, Part 2
The Ascent of Stan
Gone

Este CD fue parte de mi regalo de cumpleaños. Ya sé, aún no he tenido tiempo de detallar mi fiesta de cumpleaños, pero no os preocupéis, que plasmaré los detalles del cumpleaños antes de que se empiecen a empolvar.

A Love That Will Never Grow Old

Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time,
Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long.
Who cares where we go on this rutted old road
In a world that may say that we're wrong.

Singer: Emmylou Harris
Composer: Santaolalla/Taupin

The Luckiest

The Luckiest by Ben Folds

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

This is how a heart breaks!

La voz de Rob Thomas tiene una particularidad interesante. No sé qué es exactamente, pero tiene vida propia. En fin, traigo esta canción de moda y se las comparto.

Song: This Is How A Heart Breaks
Singer: Rob Thomas

Don't you wanna go for a ride
Just keep your hands inside
And make the most out of life
Now don't you take it for granted

Life is like a mean machine
It made a mess outta me
It left me caught in between
Like an angry dream I was stranded. I was stranded.

And I'm steady but I'm starting to shake
And I don't know how much more I can take

This is it now
Everybody get down
This is all I can take
This is how a heart breaks
Now take a hit now
you feel it break down
ake you stay wide awake
This is how a heart breaks

Don't you wanna go for a ride
Down to the other side
Feel so good you can cry
Now won't you do what I told you

I remember when you used to be shy
Yeah, once we were so fine
You and I and why you gotta make it so hard on me it's hard on me

And I'm sorry but it's not a mistake
And I'm running but you're getting away

(CHORUS)
this is how a heart breaks

You're not the best thing that I knew
Never was never cared too much
For all this hanging around
It's just the same thing all the time
Never get what I want
Never get too close to the end of the line
You're just the same thing that I knew back before the time
When I was only for you