I miss you

And true,
it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when
I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road for

Several weeks of shows and when you scan

The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

It just happens that I miss you, a lot, not a little bit, just tons, more than I can describe. I hope you keep on reading me, and understanding me, every single bit of what I am. Chilangolandia, here I come, and new surprises, friends, memories. But lola said it, you're inside the glances and the feelings, you're here, seeing what I see, liking what I like, crying and laughing. Cos I don't shine if you don't shine.

my oh my

Retrospective lists are supposed to take place in the blogsphere during the month of december, highlighting the best moments of a year, memories, experiences, everything that you leave behind, traces and dreams. My year began the 31st July 2006, when I stepped off of that italian train towards Milan, after Chambéry, after Grenoble. Grenoble aka Greno...

The kids - Jardin de Ville - Converse - Galletitas de sopa! - Cremaillère cours berriat - Songs - Lou Reed - Ziggy Stardust - Préfecture - Beatriz y los cuerpos celestes - CUEF - The crappiest halloween ever - Neige - Camilo's Moustache - Les inrockuptibles - Pierre Lapointe -chez les francocanadiennes - Chartreuse - Commencer encore une fois - Architecture in all its modalities - Argentinian-mexican dictionary - Gym - The first beer in la table ronde - Elliot's birthday - The huge elephant in the cushion - Pothead nights - Cache cache - Rayuela - Loco Mosquito, Sole and the endless rain - Little Mj at Isra's - Kristen's toilet (don't ask, hehe) - Placebo at Lyon- Christmas, the wine and the 28 year old men - Angel wings - Hang overs - El santo colombiano - Tiles with smiles - Bonjour tristesse - New year's eve - Haircut with kitchen scissors - Scarves - Letters - Wicker Park - La foire - Kebabs - Patinoire - Pa'rriba, pa'bajo, pal'centro, pa'dentro - Mes amis - The killers pick - Montmartre, scared lola and tan - Greno, drunk lola and tan - iPod - Cerbére - Telephone cards - Argentinian guy - Bukana soirées - Piñatas - Feux - Mac, le seine et le bague - B1 - swedish songs - samba - Foyer - pelouse magique - Banquet.

No cualquiera vive en Greno

It doesn't matter what happens next, here the facts, the feelings, goodbyes doesn't exist.

currently listening: By the monument - Maximo Park

Yoli.

En su bolso esconde una peluca
unos calmantes y una navaja
pinta un maquillaje deslucido
no durmió bien, no durmió nada
la llamaran: narcocorrido, la llamaran: yoli.

random thoughts

When I woke up, Alinka was there, next to me, telling me everything... And at one point she stared, smiled and said "You're really lucky". How could I be lucky after throwing up for ages in front of the argentinian guy? How could I be lucky with the worst hang over ever???

She said it, I'm lucky because I have friends, because in this lost city in the middle of nowhere I've met awesome people, because they care about me, they hug me and they even wash my pucked socks!!!! If that ain't love, I don't know how could we call that.

And I absolutely needed that, Feux spitted in what was left of my will, I could use the french word écraser. Sometimes literature kills me with the smoothest touch.

I'm leaving grenoble in less than a week, I'm meeting my daddy, we'll be breathing the parisian clouds...

My heart, I won't let it go, not this time, as Youcernar said, hearts are something dirty, anatomy lessons and butcheries.

Good luck to all the poor people who did the UNAM exam again, mes meilleures voeux!

(su perfume casino, la alejo de Portofino)

I know she isn't argentinian, but still gorgeous (like my two gorgeous argentinians) Enjoy the video. If you want the translation, don't hesitate in asking me tex.

Manu, tu distorsionas y vuelves a armar mis esquemas juveniles.

T'as compris petite cerise?

Yo ya no soy un puto pony.

Je ne suis pas un petit poney de merde.

I'm not a fucking pony.

(Leer a Marguerite Yourcenar me llena de rabia y contradicciones, historia o no historia? pasado? It always leaves scars, books, that is what I'm talking about)

Jealousy.

After pressing the "purchase" button, I discovered how much Tex loves me...

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Now I just need to find a flight... :)