tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57467442012-01-24T04:47:40.415-05:00Uma noite de música afinada com as harmonias telúricas, vibrações e rítmos... `Se sumergió en la algarabía caliente de los pimpiabotas y los vendedores de pájaros, de los libreros de lance y de los curanderos y las pregoneras de dulce que anunciaban a gritos por encima de la bulla cocadas de piña para la niña, las de coco para los locos, las de panela para Micaela." *El amor en los tiempos del cólera Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.comBlogger3571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-9130829683688737672008-04-01T04:51:00.001-05:002008-04-01T04:53:54.655-05:00

Lucid DreamsSo, time changed, spring came or at least is doing it’s best to do so…Don’t ask me why I’m writing again on this blog, a couple of months ago, I decided to write for myself and forget about writing poor poetry and daily life stories on a weblog. But anyhow, the chapter isn’t finished, not yet.Wake up, make coffee, have a fag, go work… aim for 2,3 kids. Bah, where does your

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God wants to knowGod would like to thank you for your belief and patronage. In order to better serve your needs, He asks that you take a few moments to answer the following questions.Please keep in mind that your responses will be kept completely confidential and that you need not disclosed your name or address unless you desire a direct response to your comments or suggestions.1. How did you

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This Morning Enter without knocking, rude bastard…All the gaps of time in between were connectedMy life felt more precious than everThe principle of uncertainty guided my lifetoward my incomprehensible innocenceI woke up lovesick and bewilderedI felt peace that only rain knows aboutSilence was a state of freedomSilence in solitudeWords held their scentit was Januarygraywintrybittermerciless.This

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AnchorScheveningen"I live by the oceanand during the nightI dive into itdown to the bottomunderneath all currentsand drop my anchorthis is where I'm stayingthis is my home"Frederik Hendriklaan 622582 BD 's-GravenhageY se abrieron las puertas.Y entró la música.Y la magia.Y la arena.Y las posibilidades.

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Like a Rolling Stone.Increíble que la vida quepa en una caja de mandarijntjes del Albert Heijn.Increíble que Scheveningen sea una copia mal pintada de algún barrio bogotano.No tengo casa, pero me siento en casa. No en un sitio fisico, abstracto. Es caos, agujeros negros que no tienen cabeza ni pies. Mi vida diaria consiste de algo que no existe, lo anti-dutch.Me acostumbro a la cegera nocturna

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London CallingWas it spontaneity? or just causes from a overdosis of South African wine? was is Luisa and her Southamerican accent? or perhaps the need to get away from the city I now call home. So we left, with the moon as out only light.I would hear whispers telling me they'd like me to know that I might have found myself a right that could never go wrong... and there we went. Flying to the

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The story starts again.life knocked on my door. I knew it was time to make a change, to write again, even if all of you have left and perhaps will never return. This has always been an experiment for me and as egocentric as it can sound, nothing will stop me from writing here...but, if you ever comeby, there's always an empty wall where you can leave your message,after the beep.

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Oh Oh Den Haag.

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Para Jules.

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Para el interesado o el que todavia lea este blog.Ruinerwoldstraat 662541PS Den Haag.Fuck bel rosita, estoy estrenando!!!y recuerde, mi casa, su casa!

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Pilsner TripI don't exactly know what possessed me in The Czech Republic. but, possessed I was.Was it the architecture? the three of a kind architectonical periods all in the same city, same neighbourhood, same old-eastern-european soul that lies beneath the streets of Prague.Was it the wonderful gestronomic experience of international meals for less than a coffee back home?or perhaps the feeling

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1596130613163983992007-07-11T11:54:00.000-05:002007-07-11T12:09:46.668-05:00

Czech it!Este blog no seria blog sin paseo veraniego.y si senhores, aqui me tienen. Hoy desde Praha y el resto de la Czech Republiky.Visitando al viejo Kafka al senhor Mucha, bebiendo Absenta y tomando cerveza, de la buena... de donde viene!Na Zdravi!Salute.Ajoi!

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-58596375438874055562007-07-02T15:42:00.000-05:002007-07-27T10:42:23.167-05:00

Veni, vidi, vinci.Vine, vi...y vencí.Hoy desde Werchter, el Lekkerkerk de Belgica.Las imagenes lo dicen todo.Werchter 2007Main stageCuando supe que Marilyn Manson tocaría en Werchter, me entró una curiosidad hasta obscena de verlo en vivo. Manson es un artista que se va con toda en vivo (o no en vivo). El hombre no conoce límites, provoca a la gente con lo que hace y tiene éxito haciendolo.No fue

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Dos de Junio de milnovecientosochentayocho.Hora colombiana: 3:38.Hoy me recuerdo infante.Y desde mi recuerdo, revivo la ausencia de conciencia, la inocencia. Me creía el juego.Después la conciencia, como dice la canción moi, mon âme et ma conscience. Cómo el día en el que comprendí que la vida se juega como juego de cartas, donde los viciados juran poseer ciertas habilidades, los privilegiados

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-70465930576970082152007-05-27T10:21:00.000-05:002007-05-27T15:39:19.320-05:00

Urban PhotoetryWinter to summerovernight -- dead sparrowon the street Warhol's at best.night-time van ridethe driver hums adifferent songthan the oneon the radioViolinistGetting Luckyemptypack of luckystrikes on the sidewalk, asa contrail unzips the eveningskyline Grandpas/mas. UtrechtPre-birthday jitters: (2 juin) 19 yearsofthis....

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Ladies and Gentleman...Billy TalentAir TrafficZornikRufus WainwrightAirMy Chemical RomanceMarilyn MansonMikaBjörkBeastie BoysMuseDr. LektroluvThe Van JetsJason MrazEnter ShikariOi Va VoiKings of LeonKaiser ChiefsBloc PartySioenQueens of the Stone AgeAdmiral FreebeeArtic MonkeysStellite PartyPearl JamGabriel Rios.At rockwerchter.beBelgium28-06-2007con la compañía de Johnny E.

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TageschauÚltimamente mis días se llaman así: de locura.Los días son claros, pero no hay primavera, el cielo es azul pero el brillo de abril ha desaparecido, de mis ojos, de mi piel, de mi pelo. No hay primavera, ni la va a haber. Soy interiormente un lente de pocos milimetros que espera el lapsus entre nieve y arena, entre bulbo y fruto.Esta primavera no tiene ni alma ni consciencia. Si puede

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-83195138284654874092007-05-05T04:32:00.000-05:002007-05-05T04:35:15.533-05:00

Cual es tu palabra preferida?(La mía es: "contigo")

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Si el cuerpo de Cristo es una hostia, el de Dios es una stroopwafel. o no Kam?

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Bob against arroganceMarx, Beethoven, Lenin... Dylan?Es incuestionable que los genios que han existido en la historia del hombre, incluidas las extrañas individualidades del mundo paranormal, han correspondido a su época. Y su genialidad residió en la capacidad de percibir la realidad, y su curso, y en la habilidad de transmitirla al mundo.Y el campo de la música no fue la excepción de tener en

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-44156070127329976042007-04-06T11:06:00.000-05:002007-04-06T11:23:23.137-05:00

fucking AnimalNederland verpreidt meeste dierenporno.Utrecht- Nederland is wereldwijd de grootste distributeur van dierenporno. Ook worden in ons land films opgenomen waarin mannen en vrouwen seks hebben met dieren...in other words: Holland is worldwide the number one export in the animal-porn industry.Besides that, producers enjoy The Netherlands to make films where men and women can be seen

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Sentidos.Huele a florez frescas, a tulipanes sinceros.y que pasa que todo se mueve al ritmo de la luz que entra por el costado?que la muerte de uno sea por causa natural o una movida de los dedos del todo?Mis sentidos se agotan de tanto uso intensivo. Pero mi corazón sigue abierto, de par en par y mi aliento corre... el uno promete y el otro brinda, al ritmo de la epoca. Entre los dos conectan

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-87136225399476284312007-03-27T10:54:00.000-05:002007-03-27T11:06:44.645-05:00

Mr. Tambourine ManHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you...Hate me, love, me envy me...We are going to see him play some songs.

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Death as a hidden reality.Our mistake -perhaps is not even a mistake- is not wanting to see who and what we truly are. It is living in the delusion of our grandeur and the imposition of our omnipotence. It is neglecting to acknowlegde the "reality" of our origins and the truth behind our behaviors or the ones from people around us. Why is it that we keep thinking our immortal-ich is the one that

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Should I stay or should I go?Roger WatersSaturday, 05/05/07 19.30Gelredome, Arnhem. Holland.€55Para los que fueron en Marzo...vale la pena?

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Musik gegen Lo.Otro meme, esta vez mandado por Piet.Hablando de musica socialmente inaceptable, me considero pecadora!He aqui parte de la prueba.Banda sonora de Héroes de Turno- La Jules sabe de nuestras épocas con esta canción. Me trae buenos recuerdos de la infancia, pa'que.Miguel Bose -"Solo Pienso en ti" "Sevilla"Amistades Peligrosas- Todavía me veo cantando a estos dos españoles, Desde que

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Parijs.Hoeveel au Paris rennen nu door Parijs?Hoeveel zielen spreken de benkende parisian?In een paar uur passeren we Brussel, Lille, Noord-Frankrijk.Waarom so snel? Waarom zo razend naar Parijs?Waarom bang om tijd te verliezen?Welke tijd? Welke tijd verlies je? leeftijd?Imagining Paris.We all know this city is suffused with light, and it lives with it's own shouting french narratives.Every one

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Gegen die Musik.Inesperadamente me llegó la bola de la Fräulein Aranta para darle un poco de palo a mis bandas o artistas favoritos.La vaina es así:"Reglas: Pon tus bandas favoritas y debajo el peor disco, seguido de una breve explicación. Ruéda la invitación a algún amigo después."Esto es todo un reto, ya que nunca fuí de las que coleccionaba discos de un solo artista ni de bandas favoritas ni

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Im off to Paris..Please leave a message after the beep.

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Midwinter in it's own seasonLekkerkerk Feb. 2007Midwinter in it's own season.Between frost and snow...I' ve seen you before, winter, while you were sleepingsuspended in time.Between melting and freezing.As if someone coulated ecstatic and insasiate our last minutes of warmth.I' ve imagined you...naked, white, virgin.I wish I had met you beforeBetween blossom and snowWithout looking into the light

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Keep walking...I have walked into the world of my craziness,of my solitude and of my heart that I left somewhere downtown as the lucky winner price for you.I have walked into the world of my imagination with a bright smile on my face and realized how much is still hidden from me and how much is still to come for us.I have walked through the vast caverns of my mind, searching for missing parts of

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Delfts Blue This blog is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy.

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...........Escribo para robarle al tiempo su obligación de olvido, para ajustar las coordenadas de la memoria. Cuando lo Inesperado tiene nombre propio y vocación de prohibido.

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From Japan.Olavia Kite's game.I got tagged, yeah... now is your turn.Got a cam? do what I did, take a picture of yourself using the following theme's: Busy.IndifferentExahustedFake GleeReal GleeMeanCenter of AttentionPositiveLucky-WinnerEcstaticSelf-ConfidentFighterRockerTake a better look in here . Go to Flickr, send them to this group and tag others. I tag Mr. Tambourine man, La Petitte Jules &

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Für Lucasito He has endured much to reach this place in timeand yet we haven’t gone through all that still has to come.There are so many drinks to be drunk, as the warm magic pours through our veins and mellows our voices… even if we fall.and yet he still teaches my blood to get up again.We met in the perfect setting, we had the necessity of recognition and involvement, don’t ask me why… we were

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Let it rain.rain here, rain there, rain all over.

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Is Jazz dead?or has it moved to a cooler location?“Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny”- Frank Zappa.No se Frank… creo que estoy de acuerdo con Davis.La gran diferencia entre el jazz y el arte, la literatura y la música clásica es la historia tan relativamente corta que tuvo el jazz, mientras que las otras artes se han desarrollado por varios siglos.Aunque también considero que no sólo el jazz

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Analyse.A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibilityYou roll in reams across the streetIn algebra, in algebraThe fences that you cannot climbThe sentences that do not rhymeIn all that you can ever changeThe one you're looking forIt gets you downIt gets you downThere's no sparkNo light in the darkIt gets you downIt gets you downYou traveled farWhat have you foundThat there's no timeThere's no

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May your Christmas be filled with Joy and laughter to build memories to last a lifetime!There goes some red wine on your name!Cheers.

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Het droompacketIk droomde dat ik langzaam leefde...Nooit heb ik echt het gevoel gehad dat ik werkelijk droomde, maar de afgelopen maanden heb ik het beseft dat ik wel droom en dat in tegendeel, dat ik langzamerhand leef.Dromen met verrukkelijke avonden met een zielsverwante iemand...Telkens als ik jou zie, maakt zich een bepaalde lichtheid van me meester.In me dromen zou ik dat verliefdheid

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Dias de lluviaBogotá is a city of sinners, remmants of wilderness have been left behind. Through these great sunken mountains you can traverse the city, beneath the streets. Look up to the floating neigbourhoods, full of a significant presence in the city’s literature.I dove into Bogota’s sunken rooms of green sunlight. Then, I found out I was still half a city away. Again and again I saw green

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Ist das ein Apfel oder nicht?Ceci n'est pas une pomme, une pomme rouge."Hoe bedrieglijk echt aanlokkelijk de appel ook gechildeerd is, hij is niets anders dan verf op een ondergrond. Maar ook het woord "appel" is nog niet de vrucht zelf, maar -zoals het beeld ervan- louter een benaming, die uiteindelijk willekeurig is" -Margitte.Como tiene que ser el free jazz, porque seguramente me lo hubiera

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Let it be light in a graph vol. IIA veces me quedan tantas cosas por decir, tantos abrazos por dar.Parezco ver el final pero esto es solo el principio, cualquier clase de distancia pasa muy amenudo por el laberinto de las emociones, la vida es un continuo de regresos de donde nunca o siempre quise estar, la inducción incompleta me lleva a la convicción de que la reflexión es la fuerza central que

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Let it be light in a graph, a PhotographLet me host all of you for a drink and a couple of images...Pour que vous aimiez quelque chose il faut que vous l´ayez vu entendu.Depuis longtemps tas d´idiots.Después de los hechos vienen las imágenes.Tributo al Pandebono Absenta y vino tinto llevados por brava. Llevaos por guaro. SpaB Llevaos por... el diablo? Familiy Business Guatavita Lucia's Fest.

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Time TravelSo much to do, so little time.From here to here.Time travelling: aprox. 30 hours.Time difference: 6 hours.Jetlag: aprox. 4 or 5 hours.Sleep: aprox. 3 hours.Time spent back home: never enough.Time goes by so abruptly, doesn't it? I can still smell the aroma of the coffee aftenoons, the anise-flavoured liqueur after 12 or the flagship red wine at nights.I can still feel a touch of color

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Bogotá me miraAhonda en el corazón de la ciudad, que bombea todo tipo de ambulantes individuos que se dispersan por sus viejas y enmarañadas venas.... calles desatendidas por esa cantidad de esencias que las transita a diario.y me deleito con la armonía de cada uno de sus latidos, en el placer de mezclarme con todas esas esencias extrañas: figuras dispares, diferentes andares, diversos gestos,

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1162051452775578202006-10-28T10:37:00.000-05:002006-10-29T18:55:31.460-05:00

Ohne Kodak.Extraño mi cámara, extraño la única manera digna de morir, que no es aplastado por un metro parisino ni inyectandose cianuro en alguna vena, por romántico que sea.Extraño dejar momentos en frío y odio ver gente que vive cómo si pudiera aplazar el amor para mañana, necesitando más que otros cruzarse con eso intangible que encuentro detrás de un lente.Me doy cuenta que dormía y desperté

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Zu Kolumbien.I’m leaving,I’m leaving you with an iron heart pierced in your chest.I will follow the spring current,In the slow wave wash of October wind.I’ll miss youI’ll put myself in bed, lie therewont’sleepI’ll get upLight a cigarette, won’t smoke itI’ll watch the smoke.I’ll enjoy without you…lying in bed like you,I’ll write something beautiful on a napkinthen do some thing unspeakable behind

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1161245494610166112006-10-19T03:03:00.000-05:002006-10-19T03:13:57.853-05:00

El Club de la peleay esto va de tu a tu para ti... y para ti, que se dan en la jeta para ver quien tiene el ego mas largo.Darling... size DOESN'T matter.Hay cosas de las que me doy cuenta,pienso por ejemplo en esos chavales;no sé si saben que hacen lo mismoque los esquimales:se ponen en el centro y sueltan su cantoe insultando al otrotratan de apuntarse un tanto,esperandola adscripción del

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1160417304727877682006-10-09T12:44:00.000-05:002006-10-09T13:08:24.776-05:00

Vent Du RêveI have been dreaming about loosing my dreams. I'm afraid of loosing my dreams you know... ... are you afraid of them dying?I am afraid of them living...Life is scarier than death you know...In my dream, spring came after summer, came after fall, came after winter, came after spring.I made breakfast, I tried to make it delicious.I wanted to stay in the memory of those I left back.Don't

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1159735451144200792006-10-01T15:21:00.000-05:002006-10-01T15:49:30.530-05:00

The Motorcycle Diaries.Their motion moves nothing and returns to move itself.No guns, vertigo, velocity at maximum speed.Who tried to systematize freedom, autumn and love?Grotesquely killing time, waiting for the morning light. In this movement of desire and consummation.somewhere down in Gibraltar.in Marrakech. Praha.in New Orleans.in Cartagena.in Sau Pablo. Omsk. Colombo. Bali.Who fraught with

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1159127753863544512006-09-24T14:53:00.000-05:002006-09-24T14:55:53.876-05:00

Querer es quererse querer y dejarse querer.

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1158787078299883972006-09-20T15:15:00.000-05:002006-09-20T16:17:58.423-05:00

Lola Rennt“Nach dem Spiel ist vor dem Spiel.”There won't be enough pages of posts in this blog for me to tell you what I need to tell you, I could write everyday or write over my own writing, but then what?The clock is ticking, you can forgive me for leaving, but not for coming back, cos I'm coming... I'm running.I burn too much cigarettes holes in your imagination.I see everything, for once,

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1158177311173900112006-09-13T14:29:00.000-05:002006-09-13T14:55:12.010-05:00

At your service.Just like Pim fortuyn said."But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeedYou're gonna have to serve somebody,Well, it may be the devil or it may be the LordBut you're gonna have to serve somebody" (Bob Dylan)I like to see people reunited, run to each other, i like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1157126963225555842006-09-01T10:52:00.000-05:002006-09-06T17:11:05.180-05:00

Mas Plato y menos ProzacLa autoayuda y un septiembre que me está matando 09:34.Si busca a alguien con aspecto feliz, mire en las contraportadas de los libros de autoayuda y busque la inevitable foto del autor.Relajados triunfadores, sonrientes y confiados. Exitosos.Con la charla suficiente como para contarle como arreglar sus problemas sin conocerlo, con la filosofía de Amway mezclado con

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1156957762313062632006-08-30T10:19:00.000-05:002006-09-01T13:09:56.190-05:00

Seeking the it.Somehow last summer was in itself as lovely as being almost-afternoon every morning. Bittersweet was a red berry on august in the United Kingdom...Moons saying their last little songs before darknessold English pop rushing to get on timeEnglish tea with spoons that bronz all Scottish hairs into all kinds of orange desirecities that carry out people seeking a faceless, nameless,

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1156761463773685942006-08-28T05:14:00.000-05:002006-08-28T05:37:43.786-05:00

TERRITORIO Manuel VicentPara Pietje:«El tiempo también es un territorio. A cierta edad el tiempo que te quede por vivir será tu único patrimonio. Mientras seas joven no pasa nada si parte de ese patrimonio lo cedes de buen grado a otra persona, si lo malgastas o, incluso, si permites que cualquier idiota te lo arrebate. La vida te dará todavía algunas oportunidades para recuperarlo. Pero cuando

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1156167307881505712006-08-20T08:16:00.000-05:002006-08-21T08:51:13.133-05:00

Salute!Brindo por ella que se pregunta que tan loca soy para tomar tanto Merlot a estas horas cuando deberia estar durmiendo para llegar fresca al trabajo.Brindo por ella que se pregunta qué será de ella cuando amanezca no siendo un dia menos sino una eternidad de más mientras yo me pregunto qué será de mi cuando amanezca y el mundo vuelva a ser mundo para todos, olvidando que nunca será el mismo

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1155806845059067532006-08-17T04:05:00.000-05:002006-08-17T04:27:25.073-05:00

DayDreamSueño en voz alta. Pienso en besarte los labios, en todos.Después de jugarle la noche a una mano lo único que deja dormir es pensar que los caminos de lo inevitable no están completamente trazados, la vida ,que llaman, la ruleta rusa. La Noche del Oraculo.Cuento hasta diez y me controlo, vuelvo a enrollar otro shaggie para mejorar mi estilo y brindarle un cumplido al tabaco de la zona,

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1155672062624414902006-08-15T14:39:00.000-05:002006-08-15T15:01:02.646-05:00

Big BANG!Bang! And I promise Peter we were gonna get away for a while together, planning at the beginning to head south... Prague, Vienna, Budapest, but we ended up getting in a plane to the north... Way up north into the bang, the Big Bang! I kept my promise.London-Manchester-Glasgow-Edinburgh.Drunken redheads, doubbledeckers, Irish Pubs, Theater Festivals, fish & Chips, Beatles & Stones.We'll

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1154448858894146212006-08-06T10:53:00.000-05:002006-08-06T15:58:51.056-05:00

German-chou.-..."Tengo un contacto en Leiden""ah si? y como se llama?"-"German, es un amigazo"amigazo? probablemente.lujo? definitivamente. Germancho es el unico ser humano en aqui en Holanda que juega pasatiempos sin ser animal del destino sino mas bien siendo un protagonista en miles de mis postales de van Gogh untadas de vino tinto y absenta.Un honor conocerte, un placer acumularte estrellas

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1154440033239399562006-08-01T08:08:00.000-05:002006-08-01T14:22:45.426-05:00

Fish, Chips and Whisky. To the home of English Rockwe sought the affirmation of a flight, the comprehension from the top, the perfection of the horizon...Because this place will never return our souls to our bodies, and our souls and bodies are leaving, living a revolution while being guests at Queen's Elizabeth...getting high in English dreams, fish, chips and whiskey! driving on the wind that

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Background of Self-Portrait.Following everyone around by making self-portraits... voilà:Even though I rarely draw (I usually paint) I decided to follow the others, beginning with Kam and ending up with Rembrandt, van Gogh, Kahlo and Courbet.When doing this exercise I gazed into a mirror and attempted to grasp my identity ( I doesn't have to work at all times but...). I sought to portray my image

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Questionnaire1. Apodo: Lo, Lola, Lautje, Lauris, La TODO rojo, la mona, la mechicolorá, la de el pelo diferente.2. Nombre real: Laura Juliana Beltrán Villamizar3. Cantidad de velas que aparecieron en tu última tarta: No hubo tarta, ni torta, ni ponque. Aunque hubo mucha vela.4. ¿Has estado enamorado/a?: Si, una que otra vez.5. ¿Estás enamorado/a?: Si, me enamoro todos los días.6. Fecha de

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1152643464990575442006-07-19T13:42:00.000-05:002006-07-20T15:03:18.193-05:00

Scandinavian Vikings and Vodka made Caipirinha.Post at it's best while listening to:Porcelain (Moby)- I Miss you Now (Stereophonics)- Angst macht frei (UltraNoir)-I'm Free (The Who)(piece of text written at a train somewhere in the north of Finland)The sight of the pine forrest is not exactly what made thousands of photographers go mad by making perfect postcards and reflecting in sweetened

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ExperienciasNow Reading: Experiencias.Now Playing: Every Body Here Looks The Same (Boys of Scandinavia)Todo se basa en experiencias y aquí me tienes, teniendo otra gran experiencia en mi corta vida y viviéndola hasta el norte, digo el norte porque nunca había llegado tan lejos, tan a la esquina del mundo y el intermedio del circulo polar del norte.Donde todo se mueve, todo tiene vida pero no

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1151873843762134042006-07-02T15:49:00.000-05:002006-07-02T16:18:04.126-05:00

AUS HAMBURG.Ich bin eine HamburgerHeil.Germany 2006.

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Road Trippin'Do eyes from an ninety-year-old see more than those from an nineteen-year-old just because of the fact that they have seen more?Do young eyes have more appetite? Are they hungrier?Do you smell at that age even more?do you feel more because you have felt more? does experience in feelings make you feel better than the real thing?answers don't come from the heart, he's the one asking

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1151361709219311502006-06-26T17:30:00.000-05:002006-06-26T17:41:49.306-05:00

Cava de Plato.He came with the queen, unexpected, unusual, unforgettable. Like Peter, peter pan.Liefde is een ernstige vorm van dronkenschap.

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Orange made juice. This is the time to talk about soccer.The Dutch. Fala portugues?The portuguese.Orange made juice. 00:00 0-0The dutch have been known for beeing a strong team but never enough to take the cup to the lowlands and crap! it happens again.Strangely laboured opening, shit, Van Bommel... and Ronaldho, filho, you must be considered doubtful honey, after limping of with that injury.Not

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1150658619396355972006-06-18T14:02:00.000-05:002006-06-18T14:25:26.290-05:00

Pulp FictionThe Book of Revelations...I've been amazingly into a particular blog these last few days... Observing that those who live just only one reality would sometimes disappear and those who believe in June 6th, 2006 will never be salvageable. (for you, non Spanish readers, use this, is worth it)I've repeated this observation numerous times while drinking Himalayas best tea, stealing a

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1150635116539393582006-06-18T07:44:00.000-05:002006-06-18T07:53:30.140-05:00

From Generation to Degeneration.Let's kill all flashes on regular cameras...shall we? flashes are weapons of mass destruction!from generation to degeneration.The only light that should be on is the moonlight. period.

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1150133055641755922006-06-12T12:22:00.000-05:002006-06-16T11:21:10.633-05:00

Live Journalism.Mi cuaderno en blanco siempre ha sido como una inmaculada bolsa de viaje donde caben todas aquellas ideas que velozmente atrapo antes de que caigan redondas en el saco de la nada y lleguen a sufrir el tremendo mordisco del olvido más hiriente que en la bolsa las espera. Es tan fácil ir colocándolas dentro de mi bolsa... como la prenda íntima que se guarda tiernamente amoldándose

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1149803060469681082006-06-11T16:15:00.000-05:002006-06-12T14:14:48.670-05:00

ObrigadoWhat would you do if I sang out of tune,Would you stand up and walk out on me?Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a songAnd I'll try not to sing out of key.Oh, I get by with a little help from my friendsWhat do I do when my love is away(Does it worry you to be alone?)How do I feel by the end of the day,(Are you sad because you're on your own?)No, I get by with a little help from my

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1149948624917929432006-06-10T09:03:00.000-05:002006-06-10T09:10:27.030-05:00

H e l s i n k iTo the land of the Grand Duchy of Finland.Outbound flight: Helsinki - Amsterdam, 14 July 2006KF83514 July 2006 15:50, Helsinki, Finland (Helsinki, Terminal 2)14 July 2006 17:35, Amsterdam, Netherlands (Amsterdam).......................................................................Passenger details.......................................................................Ms LAURA

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2 Juin 1988.Sabía desde hace algunos días que día era hoy sin necesidad de mirar el calendario.Lo que no sabía es que se pudieran cumplir tantos en tan poco tiempo.

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Passion for a Nation, my Nation.I cryI sufferI liveI stayI goI want to go back.I cant stand my own mind.I'm addressing youyes you!Macondomi casa su casa.It occurs to me that I'm a Colombian with a world accent.Europe is rising against meand freedom is making it's way through my veins.My ambition is to survive the old continentand to become the real Colombian I've always wanted to be.He dicho.

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1148843902772952182006-05-28T13:56:00.000-05:002006-05-28T14:18:23.023-05:00

Suidafrican Blues.Willem Langeveld es lujo tan dulce como un vinotinto de sudafrica,Langeveld vive en el apartamento 9 del hotel y siempre que pasa por la recepción esculpe soluetas mientras me cuenta sobre sus años en Capetown, sus viajes por Nabibia, Cuba y La India y su amor por la buena vida.Langeveld quisiera que yo fuera su hija o su nieta.Yo quisiera que un hombre como Langeveld fuera mi

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1148409312424032642006-05-23T13:03:00.000-05:002006-05-23T13:54:45.793-05:00

Nationale NederlanderBesides from being Colombian, from now on ladies and gentleman, I'm officially Dutch.Hate Majesteit de Koningin der Nederlanden heeft bij Koninklijk besluit de Nederlandse nationaliteit verleend aan Laura Juliana Beltran Villamizar.Her majesty the Queen of the Netherlands has decided to give me the Dutch Nationality.alright dutchies, this is it. This is just the beginning.Now

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1146760707402049672006-05-20T11:25:00.000-05:002006-05-20T07:08:01.306-05:00

Ojo! Tenga cuidado con la marea alta y baja de este texto y sus fotografías, puede que causen mareo, locura, envidia o todas las anteriores.Fumar mata...yo también....tengo dosis de imaginación y sobredosis de realidad. Tengo un pasado exótico por naturaleza, un presente hastiado, funky e hipocondríaco y un porvenir incierto y necesario. Lo at Texel. IJssel Meer....tengo una infancia de paso, una

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1147712481309981382006-05-15T11:28:00.000-05:002006-05-15T14:00:36.826-05:00

What shall we do with the drunken sailor, early in the morning.I said to my soul that time wouldn't run but that it would sailed and it did.Before I knew it, my love for the sea had overtaken me completely, I saw Eternity outside of time on a horizon over the north sea, I became a truly sailor as I drank national beer, smoked a package of cigarettes and copulated ecstatic one of Piet de Groot's

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1146946420797677152006-05-06T13:30:00.000-05:002006-05-06T15:29:50.933-05:00

SailingI am sailing, I am sailing,home again 'cross the sea.I am sailing, stormy waters,to be near you, to be free.(Gavin Sutherland, 1972) It's time to hit the Northern Seasto wake up in an islandto escape out of my natural ecstasy.I have survivor's syndrome you know?I'm a voyager with overdoses of hallucinations, destinations and illuminations.I need to

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1146680791832189872006-05-03T13:25:00.000-05:002006-05-03T13:49:34.903-05:00

"El hombre fue hecho a imagen y semejanza de Dios. ¿De verdad creen que Dios puede tener pelo rojo y gafas?" -Woody Allen.Yo si creo.

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SentimentsGetting out bed in the antiquary's house of shipmakers.wings balance the reawakening of loves. Spring!fire erupts everywhereeven in your brainswho inhalated the narcotic tobacco haze of desireShag! Zware Shag!Dodelijk, Letal, Insane.time passes over feelings of getting out of bedanxiety unfoldedeach moment on passingas beauty changes its infinitve costumeNadie había visto atención

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Lehren ist Kratfwerk.Traté de despegarme cuando trataron de convencerme de que el amor no mueve al mundo, matemáticamente, directamente o por reducción al absurdo, frenético o eufórico.Me dí cuenta que en las soluciones dadas a las ecuaciones de la teoria de la relatividad general aparecen singularidades, ematomas y corazonadas que alcanzan a la música y se mueven perpetuamente llegando al alma

Lohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11920088839025996623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746744.post-1146080971353382522006-04-26T14:31:00.000-05:002006-04-26T14:56:22.440-05:00

AmsterdamnedX. GreenX.WhiteX. Red red Wilder Wein.Sometimes you just have to rely on someone else in order to make sure he or she will take responsibility if you are not a 100% sure you own control of yourself or the situation."hey, are you all right?""you look white, purple...""I'm feeling funky, how are you?"this time, we all took care of each other, and we ended up where we were supposed to.We

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Llueve café en el campo.Llueve sobre mojado. Llueve como si al cielo le dolieran las quemaduras del sol, como si Atlas le hubiera dado la vuelta al mundo y el Océano estuviera sobre nuestras cabezas. Llueve, en fin, como si el Universo regara sus plantas.El agua me está empapando, sin embargo, miro al cielo; porque sé que los relampagos son el flash de la cámara de Dios.y sonrio y digo cheese y

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L' Auberge Hollandaise.un' auberge tragique.La dueña de este Blog busca con urgencia un cuarto o apartamento en el area de Nederlek, Ridderkerk o Rotterdam-Zuid, Rotterdam Feyenoord para el verano y el primer semestre del 2007. Alguien con informacion puede escribir a este e-mail: laurita_beltran@hotmail.com gracias.Deze blog eigenaar is op zoek naar een woonruimte -kamer of appartament- in de

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Primptemps.Les dije... les dije que vendría la primavera, que me la jugaría toda por el verano.Dije que pondría mi frijolito en el bingo de la vida, que apostaría todo lo que tengo en una ruleta rusa y que nunca perdería la fé.Lo prometí y se los digo porque soy una mujer de palabra, llegó la primavera y como dice esa canción... tu viajaste por mil mundos y yo?Yo soy capaz de ver mil mundos desde

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Carreta filosófica y demás cócteles. Hablando de filosofías después de las dos y pico de la madrugada, con media cava provocando cócteles de molotov en mi cerebro, un árabe con olor a metro parisino pero ojos color esmeralda, un sudafricano de la edad de Koos con mentalidad de Coetzee y dos holandeses sin sentido común, llegué a una de muchas conclusiones... me encuentro en la segunda

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Time Cube.Cubic timecubic creatures, opposites create opposites.evil android singularity.passive, subsmissive, subservient.soft, only, lost, lonely.Losing grip into architectures.Kijkkubus RotterdamLo al cubo

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VliegersNo entiendo cómo en un país con tanto viento y tanto potrero, nadie sale a volar cometas.

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Clocks.Si he muerto y no me hé dado cuentaA quién le pregunto la hora?Tantos relojes de arena fina desgranados, haciendo Saharas a mi alrededor y cronómetros desgastados, relojes de cuco -cuckoo cukoo- cantando hasta quedar afónicos, mecánica suiza de verdad, templada, rigurosa, golpeando entre mis sienes como pequeños muñecos diabólicos que caminan con palitos en forma de colombinas, cansados,

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Solitude.By: Lo. van der Hout's jardin du matin. Dat is het. Eenzaamheid, dat is wat mij bevolkt als vliegen rond een kadaver. Misschien is de tijd alleen nog maar de verwachting van werkelijke eenzaamheid. Misschien is de tijd nog maar een oneindig moment tussen nu en ooit.Oh, mais tu sais que les filles ont des ennuis chaque mois...

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Back to 1969.This is the story of a young fellow who's heritage is unknown. -notice his peculiar way of talking- and this is why you should never trust your older brothers, specially on these matters:"So as for Clumsy One -my little brother-, who I never dub Clumsy One but always Little Igor, he is a first-rate boy. It is now evident to me that he will become a very potent and generative man, and

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From Liverpool.Finally.Spring in the air.George, take it from here cosHere comes the sun.Here comes the sun, here comes the sunAnd I say it's all rightLittle darlin' it's been a long cold lonely winterLittle darlin' it feels like years since it's been hereHere comes the sun, here comes the sunAnd I say it's all rightLittle darlin' the smiles returning to their facesLittle darlin' it seems like

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Velha Infância.Da ser criançaDa gente brincarDa nossa velha infância.Hoy dibuje ojos y puertas y hojasme acordé(vanía de acordes de lejos)De tardes de onomásticosDe infancias infinitasHoy toqué serenatas que debería olvidarrecordé(venía en recortes de fotos incompletas)De eternidadesDe amistades en siluetasLa mirada como un detalle de ayerdel '97como arenas movedizas de la memoriacompañias

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Melting Point.Breaking the Ice.I love the stillness in this blog.I enjoy seeing all of you dropping by and leaving nothing but a whisper.I love your insane demands.I want to come joyful and naked to your eyes.I like to talk in images.I can't deny the weight that carries the smell of spring.I live in a burden of dissatisfaction, I can't get it, no satisfaction.I can't carry the weight in words, so

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Ghostboy.He said you've been living off the dark end blendnow its time to come out my friend, you thoughtoh I'll never see the light but you were wrong...you just became the light.He said what kind of thoughts he had of me tonightas I walked down the side streets with a sinking sun under the red sky...me, walking with some kind of headache self-conscious,looking at the horizon. And I won't follow

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Duizend woorden in mijn camera lens....en het is zo stil in mij, ik heb nergens woorden voor, het is zo stil in mij en de wereld draait maar door.Zo stil en het is alleen mijn camera wat ik over heb, in plaats van woorden.

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