viernes, 4 de junio de 2010

Clementine ♫










In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

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To cool

Nice ♥____♥
El deseo trabaja como el viento. Sin esfuerzo aparente

Si encuentra las velas extendidas nos arrastrará a velocidad de vértigo. Si las puertas y contraventanas están cerradas, golpeará durante un rato en busca de las grietas o ranuras que le permitan filtrarse.

El deseo asociado a un objeto de deseo nos condena a él. Pero hay otra forma de deseo, abstracta, desconcertante, que nos envuelve como un estado de ánimo. Anuncia que estamos listos para el deseo y sólo nos queda esperar, desplegadas las velas, que sople su viento.

Es el deseo de desear.



Y si la vida y la muerte fuesen solo un camino

Tomarias mi mano y lo recorrerias conmigo?