sábado, 31 de enero de 2009

PROTECT ME FROM MYSELF (INTRO)




Travis Bickle: I'll tell you why. I think you're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you're not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.

Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?

Travis Bickle: Yeah.

miércoles, 28 de enero de 2009

KILL ALL ROMANTICS





So many strips of life torn to pieces by time.
The absence of the loved ones. Her absence.
Distance as a recurring point of internal division.

Unchallenged unsatisfaction.

Sweet memory bliss, moments of joy.
Her smile, her hand, her smell.

That very dark hair of hers, shaken by the wind.
The beauty of existence itself.
She was all that to Redrose and more.

The meaning of it all.

That distant love feeling fades away.
The need to let go takes over.
And the fatal conclusion follows.

Tears can't explain. Tears won't explain.

sábado, 24 de enero de 2009

BE MY EMBRACE (ONE ANSWER)

Light a match,
bring the flame over to your eye
Slipping past, you won't see me before you die
Breaking down our sleep, my head's still aching
This war is killing you and all around me

Wide as the rivers run
Still got time for someone
Be my embrace now



Be my embrace now

All lyrics taken from "Embrace" by PNAU
BE MY EMBRACE (ONE SHOUT)





On a night like tonight
you saved my life
Red and green
wet shoes slip on refracted lights
Running faster than my legs can take me
Shouting louder than my lungs allow me



Wide as the rivers run
Still got time for someone
Be my embrace now
Be my embrace now

viernes, 9 de enero de 2009

MISHIMA's LOTUS FLOWER




"By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive the Truth. And first we must know that each of the petals has eighty-four thousand veins and that each vein gives eighty-four thousand lights"


Yukio Mishima "The Priest of Shiga Temple and His Love" in Death in Midsummer, and Other Stories (1966)