lunes, 30 de noviembre de 2009

Love is not easy love is not fun

Back from Madrid
coz i'm behind the light
and i have no shadows

ready to fight
against every single person who
think i'm weak
think i'm sad
think i'm bad
think i'm fat
think i'm ugly
think i'm slow
think i'm always alone

sábado, 21 de noviembre de 2009

Your ex-lover is dead

And now, my piano solo!

viernes, 20 de noviembre de 2009

I hate sex

Why everybody thinks in sex
Why the hell everybody thinks in sex
sex is only the closest way to be the same person
with the one you really love

the rest of sex, i dont want it even near me
i dont want people who sex with the first person they see

miércoles, 18 de noviembre de 2009


I'm leaving for a while
to my mot'town
perhaps in the hippies
perhaps in the forest

but with a new son under my sheets
hum, i just realize this one is unnamed yet...
You never sleep alone
or something like that....

"Love is in every movement you make,
more if you dont want it,
in your pillow dust mites are,
doing it like rabbits"

viernes, 13 de noviembre de 2009

Winter light trough the windows

And the city lights were shining, with all their energy
That's because during a night full of stars like this one
they feel jealous of them

And then a falling star crossed the sky

The following days the light was coming in trough the windows
it was the most familiar type of light

Everything in golden
winter sun
i'm going to get lost to lost you

lunes, 9 de noviembre de 2009


Have you ever miss me? just a little?
You're a Liar
i said yes
I said you are a Liar

Because in winter i'ts cold
and then i prefer sleep with somebody

I miss you
I miss you too
but right now
it's complicated.

And I know you've been near to say it
i told you while you were sleeping.

domingo, 8 de noviembre de 2009

Eating stone

I'm not one of those who fall and fall with the same stone
i simply go directly after falling the first time
and eat it
even knowing i have
stomach problems!

pater medinae first season is complete

domingo, 1 de noviembre de 2009

Ludovico Einaudi

When you film an intense scene with actors
where the teacher express her love to the priest
a small whisper
"i love you, i fell in love with you"
And my mic catch this whisper
and translate it to my voice
like if i were saying it
the emotions
the vibrations in air
make my heart shake
like hearing what never will hear
the warm of a fictional love
is it maybe my last source?