papá noel

a mí me trajo un cajón de 5 kg de las más ricas cerezas que recuerdo haber comido
¿y a vos?

cuatro años más de Bush

((moviola))

Say good night-night
I tuck him in tight.
But things are not right.

What is this? An infant kiss
That sends my body tingling?

I've never fallen for
A little boy before.
No control.

Just a kid and just at school.
Back home they'd call me dirty.
His little hand is on my heart.
He's got me where it hurts me.
Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby?
You know how to work me.

All my barriers are going.
It's starting to show.
Let go. Let go. Let go.

I cannot sit and let
Something happen I'll regret.
Ooh, he scares me!

There's a man behind those eyes.
I catch him when I'm bending.

Ooh, how he frightens me
When they whisper privately.
("Don't Let Go!")
Windy-wailey blows me.

Words of caress on their lips
That speak of adult love.

I want to smack but I hold back.
I only want to touch.            ((peak))

But I must stay and find a way
To stop before it gets too much!

All my barriers are going.
It's starting to show.
Let go. Let go. Let go.
(Don't let go!)

Kate Bush - The infant kiss


((peak: beating about the Bush))

you wanna know if we fell in love too fast
you wanna know if this is too good to last
you're asking me wrong questions
you're opening wrong doors
i love you, i can't touch you anymore

i can't touch you anymore, there's so much to hate you for
i love you, i can't touch you anymore

you wanna tell me 50 ways you've left your lovers
you wanna tell me how you've loved 100 lovers
you're asking me wrong questions
you're opening wrong doors
i love you, i can't touch you anymore

i can't touch you anymore, there's so much to hate you for
i love you, i can't touch you anymore

Magnetic Fields - I Can'T Touch You Anymore

canción de una mitad

canta skay beilinson su talismán
canta dragones así

"Tiene cara de mosca, oreja de chancho, pata de cabra
trompa de elefante y culo de mandril.

Tiene su morada en el alma de los hombres
es su territorio, es su casa y su jardín.

El cabrón acecha tu castillo
lame las puertas de tu corazón
mira tus ojos, roba su brillo
deja su mueca, su aliento de dragón.

Dicen que lo han visto la otra noche, la otra noche
todo cubierto de barro recorriendo la ciudad."

boceto

a mitad camino entre el capricho y las buenas intenciones, lengua bífida pretende mucho y promete poco, empieza acá, no se sabe hasta dónde, pero sí que camina firme y con ganas y se dirige a donde lo lleve al viento siempre que pueda ver en nuestros ojos la misma llama que lo alimenta
si uno dibuja un texto, al otro le toca coronarlo
si la ocasión propone escribir en imágenes, habrá que bucearlas hasta descubrirles las heridas
su hilo conductor es la duplicidad: dos mitades que suman más que uno

brindis

por lb, salud

un guardián del blog

que matice ausencias
y proteja al lengua bífida

primero lo primero

y lo primero es decorar la cosa
queda en tus manos, nadie mejor que vos para eso