want to watch me, buy me, save me, I mimes, I use, I admire, you see me, believe me, you need me, I never ever forget. I die a little every day but I do not want to go. I do wish to be. I need to stay. I want to take
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
How Long Will A Lumix
photo is only the fear of not remembering
my fucking camera broke last night, just at the precise moment when he was six feet Fito Paez, the Solis, with two amazing guests and Fernando Cabrera and MartÃn Buscaglia. could not be worse.
then I remembered the song kramer leg, the one that says, obviously "and the photo is only the fear of not remembering, the photograph is no more ...."
opened big eyes and put the rest of the night in the retina, high school, sharpening my memory like a sense.
record and we recorded and put on record, and in the end it comes down to the little trust we have for our memory.
talk and we mean and we painted and we want to show, and in the end I think it all comes down to the little confidence that we have to do what we do ourselves.
I do not know if I can work on other things, but I'm sure all this time I'm working on me .- 
my fucking camera broke last night, just at the precise moment when he was six feet Fito Paez, the Solis, with two amazing guests and Fernando Cabrera and MartÃn Buscaglia. could not be worse.
then I remembered the song kramer leg, the one that says, obviously "and the photo is only the fear of not remembering, the photograph is no more ...."
opened big eyes and put the rest of the night in the retina, high school, sharpening my memory like a sense.
record and we recorded and put on record, and in the end it comes down to the little trust we have for our memory.
talk and we mean and we painted and we want to show, and in the end I think it all comes down to the little confidence that we have to do what we do ourselves.
I do not know if I can work on other things, but I'm sure all this time I'm working on me .-
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
How Longs Does It Take To Defrost Sausages
freshly cut grass,
sea before the storm,
your perfume in a sweater of wool,
banana leaves burning in autumn.
The nicotine in your fingers,
roast made in the works,
the dew of the early days of winter,
mussels marinated in parsley and garlic.
The wood of the house of my childhood,
the fresh baked rolls,
sheets from the bed of my parents,
wine that we honor the truth.
old books, new books,
the spring of our first meetings.
The fireplace smoke coming out of your letters,
we ate strawberries in port
peach smell your breath, (and cumin in your sex) ,
and winning all the awards all ...
el olor a sal de tu piel.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Where To Rent Dress Manila
LOOK AT ME!
anoche no pude dormir pensando en vos,
mujer,
me pregunto que hay que hacer,
para que me ames....
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