Lo que siento por ti es tan difícil.
No es de rosas abriéndose en el aire,
es de rosas abriéndose en el agua.
Lo que siento por ti. Esto que rueda
o se quiebra con tantos gestos tuyos
o que con tus palabras despedazas
y que luego incorporas en un gesto
y me invade en las horas amarillas
y me deja una dulce sed doblada.
Lo que siento por ti, tan doloroso
como pobre luz de las estrellas
que llega dolorida y fatigada.
Lo que siento por ti, y que sin embargo
anda tanto que a veces no te llega.

Idea Vilariño, Lo que siento por ti

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself

All day and all night

I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath

I say to myself

I need fuel to take flight

Fiona Apple, Sullen Girl

"The directness of the child, the arrogance, the need to experiment, to discover the parameters of permissible behaviour: these were the constituents of Jones' art, as he investigated the rites of passage that have replaced a tribal initiation as hunter or killer"

Iain Sinclair, Lights Out For The Territory

"The important fact about urban living. the continuing stream of second attention awareness. Every licence plate, street sign, passing strangers, are saying something to you"

William S. Burroughs

My Sleeping Beauty

Black greyed into white a nightmare of bicycling
over childhood roads harried peaceless tomorrow came a mirage packed in hypodermic the city we lived in then was not of your making
it was built by sculptors in the narcotic rooms of Stanley Street we solved time an error in judgement it was stolen by the bosses and marketed as the eight hour day
Waking under a bridge in Canberra to chill scrawl
seeing the designs we had painted on its concrete like gnawed
fresco
Venice with merchants feasting while Cimabue sank deeper into
cobweb
as the huns approached in skin boats
back in the world Rick and George on the morgue-lists of morning one dead of hunger the other of overdose their ethics precluded
them
from the Great Society they are with the angels now
I dremt of satori a sudden crystal wherein civilisation was seen more truly than with cameras but it was your world not this yours is a glut of silent martyrs money and carbon monoxide
I dremt of next week perhaps then we would eat again sleep in a
house again
perhaps we would wake to find humanity where at present freedom is obsolete and honour a heresy. Innocently I dremt that madness passes like a dream.

Michael Dransfield, That Which We Call a Rose

And Banksy

(many thanks to you my love)

A pretty girl is like a minstrel show

It makes you laugh

It makes you cry

You go

It just isn't the same on radio

It's all about the makeup and the dancing and the

Oh, a pretty girl is like a violent crime

If you do it wrong you could do time but if you do it right it is sublime

I'm so in love with you, girl,

It's like I'm on the moon

I can't really breathe, but I feel lighter

A melody is like a pretty girl

Who cares if it's the dumbest in the world

It's all about the way that it unfurls

A pretty girl is like a pretty girl

The Magnetic Fields, A Pretty Girl Is Like

Lie steady

Rest your head on me

I'll smooth it nicely

Rub it better 'til it bleeds

P.J.Harvey, Rub it 'til it bleeds

"Las mujeres que se portan bien rara vez hacen historia"

Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

http://www.nimh.nih.gov/publicat/anxiety.cfm#anx7

http://www.psycoweb.roche.com.ar/pub/Ansiedad/ansiedad_gralizada.asp

Art by Helwein

When I'm not with you my dreams are so very dark

When I'm not with you I dream of my hair falling out

When I'm not with you I walk dark tunnels of my heart

When I'm not with you everything comes apart

P.J. Harvey, It's You

Grinderman - No Pussy Blues

Hervé Guibert in the pic

Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush

Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs

I almost forgot who I was

But I came to my senses

Now I'm trying to be assertive

I'm making plans

Gonna rise to the occasion yeah

Meet all their demands

But all I do is just lay in bed

And hide under the covers

Yeah I know I should be brave

But i'm just too afraid of all this change

And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt

I keep making these to-do lists

but nothing gets crossed out

Bright Eyes, Nothing Gets Crossed Out