Hogar

 

📷Marzena Wieczorek

"El hogar no es donde naciste.

El hogar es donde cesan todos tus intentos de fuga".

Naguib Mahfu

Caminando

 

“Cuando piensas en cosas como las estrellas,

nuestros asuntos no parecen importar mucho, ¿verdad?” 

Virginia Woolf

Always

 Always

 

only

one

word

Mundos

 

"Si no hubiera creado mi propio mundo,

probablemente habría muerto en el de los demás"

Anais Nin

 

La verdad

 

 

Tantos años sin ti, y siguen siendo las mismas verdades... 

 

"Estoy enfermo de escuchar a ignorantes,

miopes, hipócritas e intolerantes:

lo que quiero es la Verdad."

 

John Lennon

 

Si nadie te oye

Si llamas, te oirá el silencio

y bajo su ventana

una pareja cantará una canción a la luz de la luna

y yo oiré tu grito

trasladado con sus voces

bajo mi ventana

The Passenger

 Hoy es el día internacional de la música

Aquí tenéis una de mis canciones favoritas de todos los tiempos

The Passenger

Iggy Pop

I am a passenger
And I ride, and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped back sky
And everything looks good tonight

Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la

Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Oh, stars made for us tonight

Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the silent hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la

Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride

Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la

Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la