I've got my mind set on youuu

Auf wiedersehen!

YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THE WAY I AM,
MEIN HERR.
A TIGER IS A TIGER, NOT A LAMB.
MEIN HERR.
YOU'LL NEVER TURN THE VINEGAR TO JAM,
MEIN HERR.
SO I DO...
WHAT I DO...
WHEN I'M THROUGH.
THEN I'M THROUGH.
AND I'M THROUGH.
TOODLE-OO!

BYE-BYE, MEIN LIEBER HERR.
FAREWELL, MEIN LIEBER HERR.
IT WAS A FINE AFFAIR,
BUT NOW IT'S OVER.
AND THOUGH I USED TO CARE,
I NEED THE OPEN AIR.
YOU'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME,
MEIN HERR.

DON'T DAB YOUR EYE, MEIN HERR,
OR WONDER WHY, MEIN HERR.
I'VE ALWAYS SAID YOU I WAS A ROVER.
YOU MUSTN'T KNIT YOUR BROW,
YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BY NOW
YOU'D EVERY CAUSE TO DOUBT ME,
MEIN, HERR.

THE CONTINENT OF EUROPE IS SO WIDE,
MEIN HERR.
NOT ONLY UP AND DOWN, BUT SIDE TO SIDE,
MEIN HERR.
I COULDN'T EVER CROSS IT IF I TRIED,
MEIN HERR.
SO I DO..
WHAT I CAN...
INCH BY INCH...
STEP BY STEP...
MILE BY MILE...
MAN BY MAN.

BYE-BYE, MEIN LIEBER HERR.
FAREWELL, MEIN LIEBER HERR.
IT WAS A FINE AFFAIR,
BUT NOW IT'S OVER.
AND THOUGH I USED TO CARE,
I NEED THE OPEN AIR.
YOU'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME,
MEIN HERR.

DON'T DAB YOUR EYE, MEIN HERR,
OR WONDER WHY, MEIN HERR.
I'VE ALWAYS SAID YOU I WAS A ROVER.
YOU MUSTN'T KNIT YOUR BROW,
YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BY NOW
YOU'D EVERY CAUSE TO DOUBT ME,
MEIN, HERR.

BYE-BYE, MEIN LIEBER HERR,
AUF WIEDERSEHEN, MEIN HERR.
ES WAR SEHR GUT, MEIN HERR
UND VORBEI.
DU KENNST MICH WOHL, MEIN HERR,
ACH, LEBE WOHL, MEIN HERR.
DU SOLLST MICH NICHT MEHR SEHEN,
MEIN HERR.

BYE-BYE, MEIN LIEBER
LIEBER HERR
MEIN HERR.
AND BYE, BYE

BYE-BYE, MEIN LIEBER HERR;
FAREWELL, MEIN LIEBER HERR.
IT WAS A FINE AFFAIR,
BUT NOW IT'S OVER.
AND THOUGH I-
USED TO CARE,
I NEED THE-
OPEN AIR.

YOU'RE BETTER OFF
WITHOUT ME,
YOU'LL GET ON
WITHOUT ME
MEIN HERR

Encargo

No me des tregua, no me perdones nunca.
Hostígame en la sangre, que cada cosa cruel sea tú que
vuelves.
¡No me dejes dormir, no me des paz!
Entonces ganaré mi reino,
naceré lentamente.
No me pierdas como una música fácil, no seas caricia niguante;
tállame como un sílex, desespérame.
Guarda tu amor humano, tu sonrisa, tu pelo. Dálos.
Ven a mí con tu cólera seca de fósforos y escamas.Grita.
Vomítame arena en la boca, rómpeme las fauces.
No me importa ignorarte en pleno día,
saber que juegas cara al sol y al hombre.
Compártelo.

Yo te pido la cruel ceremonia del tajo,
lo que nadie te pide: las espinas
hasta el hueso.
Arráncame esta cara infame,
oblígame a gritar al fin mi verdadero nombre.

Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind

[Kinda my favourite film]




'How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd'



(Alexander Pope)

Joel: Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?

Joel: I can't see anything that I don't like about you.

Clementine: But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.

Joel: Okay.

Clementine: ... Okay.



Joel: random thoughts for Valentine's day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.




Joel: I colud die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be.

Clementine: I apply my personality in a paste.

Joel: Hi.

Clementine: Hi. Didn't figure you'd show your face around me again. I guess I thought you were... humiliated. You did run away, after all.

Joel: I just needed to see you.

Clementine: Yeah?

Joel: I'd like to, um... take you out, or something.

Clementine: You're married.

Joel: Not yet, not married. No, I'm not married.

Clementine: Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat, I'm high-maintainance, so... I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me.

Joel: Okay.

Clementine: Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own piece of mind; don't assign me yours.

Joel: I remember that speech really well.

Clementine: I had you pegged, didn't I?

Joel: You had the whole human race pegged.

Clementine: Hmm. Probably.

Joel: I still thought you were gonna save my life... even after that.

Clementine: Ohhh... I know.

Joel: It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round.

Clementine: Remember me. Try your best; maybe we can.

P.D: La primera vez que vi esta peli me enamoré no solo de la peli sino del pelo de Kate Winslet, y me teñí el pelo de pelirrojo. El otro día me agarró una especie de antojo y tuve que ir corriendo a alquilarla. Yo sabía que habia un riesgo... pero la vi igual y bueno, pasó lo que tenía que pasar: quiero el pelo naranja de nuevo!! :D

...

no quiero nada que nos haga mal
yo creo
yo creo y con eso basta.

(creo que aun tal vez... NO.)



Entonces qué? no voy a poder escuchar a Fito por un par de meses más? Shit. Cómo se despega la música de una persona? Uno esta feliz porque por fin puede pensar en el pasado como pasado y no como un posible presente y llega una canción a revolverte las tripas y te hace añorar una realidad que ya no existe, porque YA NO EXISTE. No hay un fucking botón de reset? A ver... no se había reseteado esto ya? Qué no hay algún tipo de certificado que pueda firmar con el diablo o con quién sea en el que me comprometa a no hechar de nuevo a perder todo el esfuerzo que hise para superar todo lo que me lastimó este asunto?... y esto ya no es un sufrimiento poético ni tiene vuelta atrás. Lo importante es saber que ya no va a volver ni lo que yo sentía por él ni lo que él sentía por mí ni mis 18 años ni nada porque no quiero que vuelva, y sobre todo porque siendo realista, no va a volver. Es verdad, fueron los meses más lindos de mi vida, pero yo era una pendeja totalmente ciega volando en una nube de pedos y claro, me la dí contra el suelo. Bueno, ahora gané tierra, perdí ingenuidad, tal vez no sé que quiero, pero se lo que no quiero, tengo más nítido el camino que quiero seguír en la vida y me gusta, me gusta quién soy ahora. Entonces... nada me retiene. Hay cosas inevitables como fito o esa esquina pero ya de a poco supongo que se van a ir todas las sensaciónes y fito va a ser solo fito y esa esquina va a ser solo la esquina de teatro.

My Best Friend's Wedding

Justo la enganché en la tele. Creo que esta es la única película género comedia romántica que me gusta; sobre todo por el final... me encanta esa conversación (A continuación usted va a presenciar un final. Si no vió la película abstengase).






Jules: Hello, George.

George: Hey Gorgeous. Having a good time?

Jules: Not particularly, but I did what I came to do.

George: What, you split them up?

Jules: No, I said 'goodbye.'

George: Good girl. I'm proud of you. I'd be prouder still if you were dancing.

Jules: Oh, I have big plans for dancing. Just give me thirty, thirty- five years.

George: Oh, the misery, the exquisite tragedy...the Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you sitting there alone at your table in your lavender gown...

Jules: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?

George: Hair swept up, haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen table cloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. I see you looking at those nails thinking, 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure!' But it's too late now.

Jules: George, I didn't tell you my gown was lavender.

George: Suddenly, a familiar song. Then, you're off your chair in one exquisite movement. Wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a daffelled deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part. And there he is. Sleek. Stylish. Radiant with charisma. It's only, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And he comes towards you, the moves of a jungle cat. And although you quite correctly sense that he is gay, like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think, 'What the hell? Life goes on.' Maybe there won't be marriage. Maybe there won't be sex. But by God, there will be dancing!