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.

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.

Oh! How I love you!

So... the final countdown begins, who will wear the hat?

I used to have 4 little turtles,Violetta, Krystal, Pig and Shaun. I used to eat tons of candy corn in Jorge Luis's office. Lets imagine it's a countdown to get into the past were everything has changed in a quite radical way. Where I won't be living in my "smells like turtles used to live here" room, a life in which I won't go back to the same routine, no more uniforms or Calculus tests, no more graduation things, no more nuns, for God's sake! I know that is gone by now, I'm aware of it, and I wouldn't like to go back to those times either, it's over, facts are already faced.

It's so strange, you know? Suddenly you look at things in a very different way, you appreciate more the fact that you have friends here and there, you try to save everything, even the little chips, because you know you won't see it again... at least not like it is now. There's this song by The Thrills, "Santa Cruz", in which they say: (wait, just a funny fact, right now while I was looking for the lyrics I found out that what I wanted to quote is not in the song! So in the beginning I thought "Oh crap, my english sucks!" but after I listened again to my Santa cruz song and voilà, there it is, what I wanted to write! I don't have the slightest idea of why I have this weird version, but still I think it is better that the normal one) mmm mmm So, as I was saying:

Villains come and villains will go/ but hero's name is set in stone... Are you gonna be still writing songs for me?

I'll keep on writing songs, storing stones, remembering eyes and eyelashes, breathing dawns and killing sunsets. My city, my friends, my babies, my adoptive parents, my dreadful french, my crushes, my tears, my scars and wounds, my thoughts, the beloved ones and the ones who already left. My Loco Mosquito and the eternal beers. The argentinian accent. Madness about architecture (and architects) The poems I never wrote. The empty canvas. Painting somewhere else.

Am I ready to go back? J'espère ma petite, j'espère...

Currently listening: C'mere- Interpol

Santa Cruz - The thrills

Little Sister- Jewel

Twenty Years- Placebo