Listening to this

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet

No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken

No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God

Propósitos de Año Nuevo 2011.

No volver a hacer listas de propósitos de año nuevo.

Leche con castañas asadas no es un mal desayuno.

Hablar más con los gatos.

Hacer que alguien en China requiera mi presencia indispensablemente.

Comprar chocolate y dejarlo en el armario 'por si tengo invitados'.

Aprender un idioma o inventarlo.

No decir que sí cuando quería decir que NO.

Aprenderme 'Every Sperm is Sacred' de los Monty Python.

Tocar una oveja con la mano.

Escribir una carta a Island Records quejándome sobre Justin Bieber.

Ignorar a las viejas que me miran mal porque digo 'Praimark' y no 'Primár' (por Primark)

Ver más a la gente que quiero.

Tener dos calcetines del mismo color (y ponérmelos a la vez).

Avilés

I love going home once in a blue moon, long enough to taste it, brief enough to miss it. Stay at my old house, in my old bed room, hearing all the old familiar noises... the fridge at sleep-time, the morning cars outside the window, the microwave's bell when breakfast is ready, mmmm....
When I go, I buy cigarettes, long,fancy slims, to feel like a Countess. I walk the whole town in less than 30 minutes, and it's exciting cause I know i might find a friend in every corner. Even if I don't... streets seem to smile at me, old women look at me like I've been out of town :P
Then it gets dark and together with some friends we drink the present away. For one night it feels like we're all back there.

(Sigh)

Yes, I'm corny... but how I love going home once in a blue moon.

Rant.

Sometimes it's not enough, I don't feel good.
It's like a stab in a heart that isn't mine.
I wonder, and wonder, and wonder...
but things don't look any clearer.
Wether I choose this or that, won't change the course of things.
Faraway land has always done it for me...only for a while.
Things always get back on track, and I lose it again.
I wonder if being a stone would make things easier, people nicer and myself healthier.
Yeah, being an object. No harm, no goodness, no up or down...just stillness.
Maybe a wheel in a mill (excuse me if it rhymes... I don't like that).
something that moves always in the same way and for the same reason, without drastic changes or any at all.
Something mechanic, clearly, utterly boring.
that's what I wanna be.
I don't wanna be affected in anyway by anything.
MOTIONLESS. LIFELESS.
Geee, it sounds like I wanna commit suicide, but it's not that. I'm not that intense.
Just wanna exist in a different way/space, where I can't BE in the human sense of being.


It's a shame that I'm a Steppenwolf.

otra cosa

Natalia Garcia from Eldar Bayburin on Vimeo.

Me sudaban las manos.
No pude dormir ninguna de las 2 noches anteriores.
Granos, picores, nervios y ojeras.
Un cuadro ,vamos.
Me hicieron esperar un rato y pensé que iba a morir,
a desvanecerme en la nada sin que nadie se diese cuenta.
Por el camino de vuelta pensé que me habían quitado 10 años de vida en un plumazo...
y mientras me comía la chocolatina, recuerdo que pensé:
'Uno puede ser lo que quiera en la vida, si está dispuesto a pagar el precio'