08-13-2006
video me
http://youtube.com/watch?v=0W5EKdt2chg
08-06-2006
Fox in the snow.
One somebody day will come, and it will not be easy, this meeting, and what will follow, but I will try to be with the height, I would not be afraid of the others, or even of him, for once.
Yew every angel' S terrible
Then why C you welcome them,
I listen to in the order the Coconut Turned pink "Terrible Angels", Placebo "Every You and Every Me", The Velvet Underground "Jesus", and with my helmet Sony MDR-G52 I sing, I sing super extremely and super evil, and I think of my neighbor that definitively I do not save, but I think that that makes me good.
They got angelic tendencies,
Like some servant boys tightens to act like queens.
And if nobody comes, and if my attempts at going towards the others fail, then the puant fairy tale will become right a bad weak whodunnit with reading in summer between Juan-the-pines and the Large Mound, and I would say that it should well be invented another thing that the concept of the hétéro-puant couple, I would say that at least I did not divorce three times and to recover five kids in low-age.
Oh every angel' S terrible,
Said Freud and Rilke all the same
Rimabud never paid them No mind.
Not but I thought of it, I walked of my coffee taken in terrace to my lunch to the house, and I said myself one invents unceasingly objéctifs, tricks to be reached, reasons to fight, but one often forgets to fight for the good reasons, for those which are essential the they same ones. It is increasingly easier, it is not even condemnable.
Fox in the snow,
Where C you go to find something you could eat,
Cause the world out one the street is you are starving
Don' T let yourself go hungry now,
Don' T let yourself go cold...
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08-01-2006
The love stories always finish badly...
Bonnie is cold, Bonnie moves away, Bonnie preserves ego, and on its Patricio side entrusts to me that it is afraid, that it does not know any more very well if that could hold, this history of love long distance, if this pain which beats its heart there us is not fatal, finally. Me I visit museums of the horror by saying that all is well, it to me is only paperboard paste, it is that blank, but I do not have the choice, I must preserve, that relates to me, me, all that, and I do not want to suffer from all that. Ca imposes handing-over in question. Ca chamboule a little all, that turns in my belly. I looked in the TGV by the window, I saw the blue night lengthened on the black cotton soil, and it is an immutable landscape, and in this immutable and fixed landscape, I wondered what my small concern imported there. Not large thing finally. It was beautiful, this landscape which ravelled. Was Bonnie beautiful, I looked at it, I were said I should film it, in this light of the TGV which slips by in the night, with its small serious air, but Bonnie said what, what has there? and I said anything, nothing. I wanted to film people who crossed at times different from their life, for example a young woman who would travel by the TGV to find her lover and who would cross a suicidal guy, for example, etc. Ca appeared to me interesting this confrontation in same places, at the same moment. Finally, all the films tell that, a confrontation. The life, it is a confrontation. Bonnie and me it is that. Patricio and me too.
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