Friday, November 27, 2009

There's More Than One of Everything.

Yeah, bueno.

Es/fue Thanksgiving, y aunque no es un dia festivo 'nativo' para mi, creo que es una buena oportunidad para dar gracias, aun y cuando ultimamente no hago mas que quejarme o 'llorar' por X o Y razones. Tengo mucho porque dar gracias, y en verdad que me siento agradecido/bendecido por todo eso.

Gracias por mi familia, o los que considero parte de ella. Por mis amigos, no los que dicen serlo, sino aquellos que realmente lo son y me lo demuestran. Por lo que conozco, por lo que aprendo, por lo que vivo, por mis experiencias- tanto buenas como malas, en fin. Gracias por todo.

Y gracias a Yoko Kanno, por la inspiracion que me dio esta madrugada/maniana, y logro regresarme a mis cinco sentidos despues de mucho tiempo de estar debrayando sin sentido alguno. Call Me Call Me es, sin duda, una cancion vital en mi existencia, no solo por los recuerdos, sino por el significado tan transcendental que posee, en cualquier momento.

No es la primera vez, ni sera la ultima, que adquiera un valor nuevo para mi. Ayer recorde que siempre habran oportunidades nuevas, pocas cosas son "unicas" en esta vida. Asi que rejoice!

Tengo curiosidad de ver como sera Thanksgiving en el 2010. Me pregunto por que cosas estare agradecido, o mentando madres. Asi que, stay tuned!




Sunday, November 15, 2009

Strangers.

We've found a kind of paradise in a flowers bloom.
We've seen the end of a mystic land so close it meets the parting sun.
We've shared the thoughts that two could share, we feel the truth, magic that we send...

Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

We've heard a kind of paradise beyond the desert's dunes.
We've walked the earth in solitude, so cold we need the warmth of sun.
We've lived the life that we could live, we see the truth magic that begins...

Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

We've found a kind of paradise, below a sky so new.
We've weaved a web of mystery so wide, we need the light of day.
We've worn the cloak of secret lives, we've seen the truth, magic that we send...

Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

So when will it end?
So when, when will we meet, my friend?




When, indeed. Dedicado al buen Chuy, donde quiera que estes- see you space cowboy...

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Undo.

Far away, far away, our thoughts are ceaseless
If we can go back to those days
Of when we laughed innocently together...

It broke into pieces
It's like a work of glass,
I'm gathering up pieces of my memory.
You realize those important to you
After whenever you lose them.

The world without you
Is just like a jigsaw puzzle,
It's still eternally missing pieces and incomplete.
Because it's impossible
For anyone to replace you.

Please, please stop the time,
And carve your silhouette onto my chest.
If, if it's allowed
It's okay even if I sacrificed everything
For that smiling face once more...

By the chain that's called "reality"
We are connected
Even though we aren't granted to dream
Nevertheless, we'll keep on searching
For the light that illuminates darkness.

Far away, far away, our thoughts are ceaseless
For those days of when we laughed innocently together
Please, please stop the time
And carve your silhouette onto my chest
If, if it's allowed
It's okay even if I sacrificed everything
For that smiling face once more...
Once more...




Fuck, como me gusta esta cancion.