nole

your fingernails go dragging down the wall
be careful darling you might fall

mick

eggleston

king

blood on your saddle

nina

For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
And dead men lay deep 'round the door

brett

colin

gorey

dream of the endless

keith

ryan adams

See those headlights coming towards us?That's someone going backTo a town they said they'd never, yeahThey swore it on their life
But you can't break out of a circleThat you never knew you were in

conor

to our love a valentine of blood

sinead

joe

springsteen

as long as there's sun
as long as there's rain
as long as there's fire
as long as there's me
as long as there's you

bowie

there is life on mars

river

guillaume

kate

And we know who you are
And we know where you live
And we know there’s no need to forgive

richey

asia

townes

cash

Nick

most beautiful boy in the world right now: ezra miller

yes

Tercer Movimiento (affettuosso)


Para hacer el amor
debe evitarse un sol muy fuerte sobre los ojos de la muchacha,
tampoco es buena la sombra si el lomo del amante se achicharra
para hacer el amor.
Los pastos húmedos son mejores que los pastos amarillos
pero la arena gruesa es mejor todavia.
Ni junto a las colinas porque el suelo es rocoso ni cerca de las aguas.
Poco reino es la cama para este buen amor.
Limpios los cuerpos han de ser como una gran pradera:
que ningún valle o monte quede oculto y los amantes podrán holgarse en todos sus caminos.
La oscuridad no guarda el buen amor.
El cielo debe ser azul y amable, limpio y redondo como un techo
y entonces la muchacha no verá el Dedo de Dios. Los cuerpos discretos pero nunca en reposo,
los pulmones abiertos,
las frases cortas.
Es dificil hacer el amor pero se aprende.


Antonio Cisneros rip
Adiós hombre qué gracia, qué risa

simone felice

I'd rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street
Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet
And I'd rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings will never be mine
And I'd rather die young than to live without you
I'd rather go hungry than eat lonesome stew
You know it's once in a lifetime and it won't come again
It's here and it's gone on a magnolia wind
I'd rather not walk through the garden again
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go
Sis' pack up your fiddle, Sis' pack up your bow
If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all
I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
I'd rather not hear pretty music again
If I can't hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind

guy clark, magnolia wind
guy and susannah in the pic

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone. 

Sara Teasdale, There Will Come Soft Rains

For Ray Bradbury

sick sick sick sexton this is sick

Somewhere inside the hollow places 
The scars beneath the pretty faces 
The joy and sorrow that it brings -- 
We can't help but crave these cruel and gentle things...

charlie sexton, cruel and gentle things
and charlie in oh so many pics 

i dont know how long this is gonna last

I envy the wind
That whispers in your ear
That howls through the winter
That freezes your fingers
That moves through your hair
And cracks your lips
And chills you to the bone
I envy the wind

I envy the rain
That falls on your face
That wets your eyelashes
And dampens your skin
And touches your tongue
And soaks through your shirt
And drips down your back
I envy the rain

I envy the sun
That brightens your summer
That warms your body
And holds you in her heat
And makes your days longer
And makes you hot
And makes you sweat
I envy the sun
I envy the wind, I envy the rain, I envy the sun, I envy the wind




Lucinda Williams, I Envy The Wind


fuck yeah charlie sexton in the pic

Sientate a ver el día

Mira qué gusta da, ver el rayo justo

donde empieza la avenida

Descálzate en el aire, para ir.

No lleves ni papeles; hay tanta gloria allí, que al final

Nadie tiene un sueño sin laureles

Que tu cuerpo al menos esté limpio, para ir

Córrete hasta el espacio

quiero que sepan hoy, qué color es

el que robé cuando dormías

Ya, móntate en el rayo

Para ir.

Luis Alberto Spinetta, Para Ir

art esao andrews

mañana es mejor

if god was a woman all men would look like jared

I ranted, I pleaded, I beg him not to go

For sorrow, the only lover I've ever known

Sadness is a blessing

Sadness is a pearl

Sadness is my boyfriend

Oh sadness I'm your girl

Lykke Li, Sadness Is a Blessing

karen elson in the pic

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Florence & The Machine, Blinding

art thomas woodruff

And brotherhood, justice, eternal life? Show me a religion that prepares one for nothingness, for death. That's a church I want to enter. Yours prepares one only for more life, for dreams and illusions and lies. There is a fear of death from man mostly who wouldn't live a day. Who would want this nightmare but for fear of the next. The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death, every friendship, every love. Torment, lost, betrayal, pain, suffering, age, indignity, hideous lingering illness... and all of it with a single conclusion. For you and every one and every thing you have ever chosen to care for

cormac mccarthy, the sunset limited

pic graciela iturbide

kirsten dunst in melancholia

looks like böcklin

Hay gente mentirosa, gente policía gente de mierda, gente que no gente que no, gente que no.  Hay gente que te dice que tenés que trabajar hay gente que te dice que tenés que estudiar gente que te dice que tenés un problema existencial. gente que no, gente que no, gente que no.  Tus viejos te molestan te quieren ver triunfar te quieren bien arriba en la escala social te llenan bien las bolas te quieren matar y vos sólo querés mandarlos a cagar!  Gente que te escucha, gente que no gente que te banca, gente que no gente que te invita a su casa a dormir gente que te deja en la calle morir.  y vos...si, vos: no mires al costado no te hagas el pescado, no te creas que le hablo al de al lado porque te hablo a vos, quién sos?  Que carajo estás haciendo de tu vida qué carajo vas a hacer con vos  Querés ser policía! querés ser policía! querés ser policía! querés ser policía!  Yo no.

Pero quien por sobre todo amaba a la muerte, solamente amaba a la muerte, quien amaba y vivía en una deliberada y pervertida anticipación de la muerte como un amante ama y se reprimer deliberadamente ante el cuerpo expectante dispuesto amable tierno increible de la amada, hasta que ya no soporta no la represión sino la prohibición y va a arrojarse, a precipitarse, abandonándose, cediendo, ahogándose.

William Faulkner, El sonido y la furia
staglieno beauty in the pic