jueves, 14 de agosto de 2008

reinas

el señor hacía 22 años que vivía ahí, se vino de colombia y sólo vuelve en navidad. las fiestas acá son tristes, vacías. a nosotros nos gusta la playa y el asadito en navidad, con música y la familia.
queens es un barrio colonizado por latinos. todos los días a la tarde cruzan el puente cuando vuelven del trabajo, de los puestos de ropa y electrónica, la estación de tren u ómnibus, de los "carritos" de comida, de los taxis y como ahora, de las camionetas que llevan gente del hotel al aeropuerto.
el señor dice que extraña y que ahí se trabaja demasiado. es lindo queens? y... es lindo porque está lleno de gente de allá.
esto es lo que se ve de manhattan, desde el puente que va a queens.

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2008

there's only one

there's only one way, and it's the american way

thanks

And the hardest part
Was letting go not taking part
Was the hardest part
And the strangest thing
Was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start

I could feel it go down
Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the clouds

Oh, and I,
I wish that I could work it out

And the hardest part
Was letting go not taking part
You really broke my heart
And I tried to sing
But I couldn't think of anything
And that was the hardest part

I could feel it go down
You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
Silver lining the cloud
Oh, and I,
Oh, and I,
I wonder what it's all about
I wonder what it's all about

Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do it just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
Oh and that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part
Yeah, that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part

jueves, 24 de julio de 2008

greenwich village

awesome...

...

domingo, 22 de junio de 2008

hecho en casa

la perdí para siempre

hablando contigo me doy cuenta de lo triste que es perder un negativo

miércoles, 18 de junio de 2008

infancia 06

autoreferencial meibi

sábado, 24 de mayo de 2008

infancia 05

i want to live and breathe, i want to be part of the human race

i need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
cause i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends?
have they all got the bends?
am i really sinking this low?

my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends