el entendimiento universal, esperar lo imposible, planear cómo acabar con lo que no puedo conseguir, la moda destructiva del hazlo-tú-mismo, una cura para los corazones rotos, vender recuerdos por 20€/año, los riesgos que traen recompensas, empezar cosas imposibles, desaparecer sin previo aviso, ignorar las reglas básicas de la comunicaciñon interpersonal, la adicción a la vida, todo warhol, bairro alto, la belleza en todo, la sangre y las venas, los chicos con camisetas negras, la calle fuencarral cuando tenÃa 16 años, las copas baratas robadas gratis, las calles por la noche, dalà en un elefante, bailar con los ojos cerrados, la soledad de la heroÃna, de 12 de la noche a 6 de la mañana, besar de pie, lou reed en cuero, las fiestas secretas, las ciencias oscuras, la obsesión apasionada, rúa diario de noticias, el mar como metáfora, sonrisas de desconocidos, matemáticas=verdad, el porno suave, mi propia idea de destino, las canciones que te salvan, la filosofÃa del sms, espiar, las gafas de sol por la noche, las olas y las mareas, perséfone acostumbrándose a la oscuridad, despertarme feliz.the universal understanding, expecting the impossible, figuring how to kill what i cannot catch, diy destructive fashion, a cure for heartaches, selling memories for €20/yr, risks that bring rewards, beginning impossibilities, disappearing without warning, ignoring interpersonal communication rules, addiction to life, everything warhol, bairro alto, beauty in everything, blood and veins, boys in black tshirts, c/fuencarral when i was 16, cheap stolen free drinks, city streets at night, dalà on an elephant, dancing with my eyes closed, female hero loneliness, from 12pm to 6am, kissing standing up, lou reed in leather, madrid's secret parties, obscure sciences, passionate obsession, rua diario de noticias, sea as a metaphore, smiles from strangers, math=truth, softcore & sex, some kind of fate, songs that save you, txt message philosophy, spying, sunglasses at night, persephone getting used to the darkness, tides and waves, persephone getting used to darkness, waking up happy.
the mad woman in the attic, we real cool, sugarhearted people, ashley olsen, boys in ruins, epic friends
espero que seas un desastre. lo siento, pero es asÃ. espero que seas un incendio en el bosque y que quemes todas las hojas secas porque necesitamos regenerar el suelo. espero que seas terrible y roto y perfecto.
LA PERSONA A LA QUE AMAS TAN SÓLO ES AGUA EN UN 72.8%
but the list is too long. mostly, just any song with a nanana in it, all french 60s shit, actually all 60s shit in general and any song sung in french to begin with, brilliant choruses, lo-fi and guitars (in no specific order), singers with great and/or annoying voices, pure pop happiness, wonderful lyrics, everything you can dance to, even electronica, though i'll deny this later if you ask me.
this includes
the kills, the beatles, la casa azul, the raveonettes, the cardigans, björk, the smiths, primal scream, cat power,the strokes, buzzcocks, los planetas, the sonics, the libertines, france gall, the arcade fire, france ferdinand, the kinks, brigitte bardot, gillian hills, the zombies, bloc party, kylie, the velvet underground, los canarios, the white stripes, karina, the postal service, nino ferrer, new order, beach boys, broken social scene, marisol, triángulo de amor bizarro, l-kan, amy winehouse, shout out louds, pj harvey, yelle, massive attack, pulp...
i don't know shit about fims
kids ones, specially the beauty and the beast, mary poppins, the wizard of oz; all the indieish (is that a word?) ones like amelie, marie antoinette, the virgin suicides, lost in translation, almost famous, 24hour party people, breakfast at tiffany's though it has nothing to do with the book, monty phython's, woody allen's, random french ones to fall asleep to, yellow submarine, the life of others, big fish.
makes you stupid
ok, ok, house, grey's anatomy (i know) and little britain. oh, and the it crowd too, how very nerdy of me.
fuck, all of them, this is impossible. the waves, mrs. dalloway, all by virginia woolf to sum it up, all modernism to be even more precise; all the poetry i can get, bukowski and jeffrey macdaniel, also my suicidal friends sylvia plath, anne sexton and richard brautigan; and margaret atwood, gabriel celaya, josé agustÃn goytisolo, richard siken and many more i will remember just as i finish writing this; othello (most shakespeare anyway), slaughterhouse 5, wuthering heights, lighthousekeeping, alice in wonderland + through the looking-glass, the master and margarita and almost every other russian book but pushkin's, rayuela, endgame rather than waiting for godot, the homecoming, everything is illuminated, random greek tragedies, the extracts before moby dick.
daily (sic.) poem brought to you by my infinite kindness:
Mary Olivier: Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
my heroes are flesh and bone
all my heroes are weirdoes