It's not up to you. Björk

I wake up
And the day feels
Broken
I tilt my head
I'm trying to get an angle
'Cause the evening
I've always longed for
It could still happen

How do I master
The perfect day
Six glasses of water
Seven phonecalls

If you leave it alone
It might just happen
Anyway

It's not up to you
Oh it never really was
It's not up to you
Oh it never really was
It's not up to you
Well it never really was
It's not up to you

If you wake up
And the day feels
Ah broken
Just lean into the crack
(Just lean into the crack)
And it will tremble
Ever so nicely
Notice
How it sparkles
Down there

I can decide
What I give
But it's not up to me
What I get given
Unthinkable surprises
About to happen
But what they are

It's not up to you
Well it never really was
It's not up to you
Oh it never really was
It's not up to you
Oh it never really was
It's not up to you
Oh, me, share
It's not up to you
It's not up to you
Oh, it never really was
It's not up to you
Well, it never really was
It's not up to you
It's not up to you
It's not up to you
It's not up to you

There's too much
Clinging
To peak
There's too much
Pressure

splot, spot, dots

SPLOT

Nothing makes much sence... I'm still here
listening to the great fall, such music it makes.
simphony of wind cries and sweet shattering glass,
Tired feel. Close my eyes,
find, find the sparkle in me.

Omnipotence never been much of an adquisition,
but I've made the petition.


SPOT

I hear the melody your eyes make,
I've followed your heart beat
I hear the silence.


DOTS

Baking quick recepies of bon-bon amoure,

Making thick smoke,
Cigarette touch,
Smiling, smiling, howling.

Coraline...

Well, how to start this... I'm a very big fan of Neil Gaiman, have read several books including this one "Coraline", and absolutely loved it, the book has the right amount of humor, the foggy sense of being lost and having to deal with it head on, besides, it has a great cast of odd characters. Overall the book is a good novel not just for children, and when I heard there was going to be a movie about it a big smile crept into my face. I have seen Mirrormask (2005), the actual first movie of Neil Gaiman with the illustrations of Dave McKean (I just love the guy ^-^, both of them), it has wonderful imagery, if you haven't seen it yet, and you enjoy good out of the common things, please see it, a must.


I couldn't help but notice a similarity between the two, both girls and both having to deal with growing up and facing up to the challenge, really dark atmosphere, the mother issues, cats, other parallel worlds where everything is strange but familiar, well etc.

So now you can imagine how I felt, I thought "it has to be visually impressive as Mirrormask is, or even better". I hurried the next day to see the trailer on and what I found left me, well, sad... The story is mainly the same: girl who finds another world that appears to be similar but it's another one, one very different from hers and she has to save the people she cares about. Ok, so far so good, but... they added characters and appears as if some where removed, the stop motion, good idea, not the look that fits the story best in my opinion, I just feel like it's going to be another Disney movie, soft, predictable, boring. Oh, and what's with the whole american family thing, in the book they are brittish and talk english like britts, the dark humors that surrounds the whole experience it's been replaced by "the neighbore boy" that the director took the liberty of adding in, I cannot belive the straight face of Neil when he says he understood perfectly why that character had to appear, come on.

I recomend reading the book, or if your going to see the movie, come on read the book it's better.

El mundo bizarro...

Empezé este blog por la inquietud de relatar las cosas tan normales que se considerarian extrañas, pero ahora, no estoy segura que rumbo tomará, creo que cualquiera que fuese esta bien, eso se traduce a que escribire acerca de muchas cosas que tal vez no tengan una relación aparente. Bueno, me despido, quiero ir a fumar un poco...

To Mothers and Fathers

As a child, the enormous task of having fun, is given to us, we then multiply that and add the information we are absorbing: that billboard with the big money signs and the girl with great rack; the ultra powerful hip trendy people that are a mere show stand for deceit (thing shown in those mirrors do not reflect the essence of reality, only a faint scent of it), the music, enemy lines during a war acting as the ever returning to life hero soldier, virtual love, drugs-sex-rock&roll, etc.

It's such an amazing view how the clay turns slowly into whatever shape vase, and then it can proudly be display, given of course, the correct dosage of social behaviour and antisocial scheming, parents think the little versions of them self have finally succeeded, but all we want is to be accepted as a different person from our parents, with our own tastes, our mistakes, our virtues and we don't need a patronizing gaze, just for them to realize we are our own, even though they helped making that happen.