tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60307131339581490572024-03-14T16:00:09.069+01:00things you don't need to say ONCE UPON A TYNECarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-82337626784886315612012-09-23T21:24:00.000+02:002012-09-23T21:24:10.442+02:00Circle Cross<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Cliffhangers that would leave you breathless.<br /><br />5 daughters locked up inside a house.<br />Grieve.<br /><br />Lovers walking through the night, to the lover's girlfriend lover's window.<br />The fire burning in the middle of the circle.<br />I understood something about how the sunlight is different in Summer and in Winter.<br />But I forgot about it.<br /><br />Had a kind of crisis.<br />But I'm going to fight against the fear.<br />I'm going to realise my projects.<br />And I hope to find a lot of hands to take.<br /><br />Death is not going to be a subject to study at least until my project is done.<br />Death is not going to be.<br />Death is not.<br />Dead is not,<br />Dead.</div>
Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-4513236781842919262012-09-17T12:56:00.001+02:002012-09-17T12:56:13.402+02:0017 and 13 are cousins.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Primos.<br /><br />HE.<br /><br />My birthday is just before the world ends.<br />I'm going to pretend the world is a big candle.<br />And blow it.<br />Before any wish is made.<br />Before any wish is granted.<br />Just wipe it.<br /><br />HE.<br /><br />
Today I'm starting H.E.<br /><br />But I will never forget I'm the one.<br />The one who is going to make this world.<br />Vanish.<br /><br /></div>
Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-89758497114157738932012-09-14T12:21:00.001+02:002012-09-14T12:21:22.476+02:00Don't say goodbye <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Like you're burying him, cause the world is round and He might return.<br /><br />And I returned.<br /><br />Newcastle.<br /><br />Everything is new.<br />Everything is full of promises.<br />Everything is fearsome.<br />Everything is strenght.<br />Everything is people.<br />Everything is learning.<br /><br />When you ask, you receive.<br /><br />But.<br /><br />The things you really ask for louder,<br />are those which you don't know you're<br />asking for.</div>
Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-55248137187624601492010-07-29T11:27:00.001+02:002010-07-29T11:30:56.923+02:00Chewbaka girl<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13719308&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13719308&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/13719308">Chewbaka girl</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user455010">littlepollo</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-79416314340071223782010-05-01T13:22:00.001+02:002015-01-12T20:58:04.866+01:00My BOOM days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Making things sure<br />
Thats my new album name.<br />
If someone ask me why, i'll say:<br />
<br />
While i was lost inside the Atlas<br />
looking for a road or something to find the way <br />
home<br />
I was realizing that my days were finishing,<br />
my days like Boom operator.<br />
might be finishing.<br />
All that happened the years before.<br />
My Boom Days.<br />
<br />
And the explosion that never comes.</div>
Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-49214184321265771082010-03-27T20:31:00.001+01:002010-03-27T20:32:36.209+01:00MoroccoI'm leaving<br />What a good luck, ours...<br />YES! Luck to have each others...<br /><br />I'm leaving to Morocco <br />new film<br />new countryCarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-60781022586996500932010-03-09T11:07:00.000+01:002010-03-09T11:08:37.272+01:00MallorcaIf everything's all right<br />This man will edit the next movie that i'll record:<br /><br />http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0426348/<br /><br />And yeah, he edited sweeney todd...Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-4533366912521966592010-03-05T12:33:00.001+01:002015-01-12T20:58:49.617+01:00Francis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
-I wrote this book while i was in Cuba.<br />
-You've been living in Cuba¡¡<br />
-Well, yes, i was studying there, and my teacher was Gabriel...<br />
-Which Gabriel, Francis¡¡<br />
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez.<br />
-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat¡¡<br />
<br />
<br />
Chat with Francis around his library.</div>
Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-16972878931334640502010-02-25T22:44:00.002+01:002010-02-25T22:50:36.926+01:00The priest is dead, the girl is bornThe sevilla university choir director<br />was my narrative teacher<br />JCCarmona,<br />I wish i could read a sheet as i read <br />the back of cereal boxes.<br /><br />And i wish i could sing.<br /><br />I'm scared, my great grand' died from troath cancer.<br />Maybe it's what i got.<br />I always thought that because we borned the same day<br />we will die the same day too.<br />August.<br /><br />Penumbra scare me too<br />i need to join glee club.Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-33958550740780028152010-02-14T17:04:00.003+01:002010-02-14T17:05:59.873+01:00You wont say anythingBut in my dreams<br />you say all that things that im fearing to hear from you.<br />i need to finish Pater Medina,<br />i need to run away from Gades.<br />And chirigotas.<br />Oxford.Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-83558159576630143952010-02-10T12:08:00.002+01:002010-02-10T12:11:40.465+01:00Take your life's worst weekCompress it,<br />like if it all happened in one day,<br />cover it with present paper,<br />and make yourself a gift,<br />when it doesn't mean nothing to you.<br />And you were able to pass trough it.Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-79092639603262229582010-01-24T19:39:00.002+01:002010-01-24T19:42:21.095+01:00Ba Ba BaCheering up my heart<br />The nuclear liquid trough my veins<br />awake a part of me<br />that slept too much<br /><br />What's one mess more?<br /><br />Hahahahahahahahahaha<br />(in your face)Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-57684351167315730662010-01-15T19:56:00.002+01:002010-01-15T19:58:51.432+01:00Where are you carlos?I'm fine, <br />just some molluscs,<br />tiroyd traces,<br />and the simple fact that i'm still<br />in love with you.<br />Thanks.<br />Carlos.Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-26748967313104951342010-01-03T17:56:00.002+01:002010-01-03T18:02:31.178+01:00I dont believe in humansI cannot believe in them<br />Of course a "happy new year" existed too<br />And another sad-weeping-cry behind the major's house<br /><br />Of course some dreams <br />just to show me<br />the answer to if you have met another person<br />(in bed or in life)<br />and to showe me<br />that nowadays people dont want love<br />dont want to feel anybody near<br />anybody to know them<br />to feel them<br /><br />people think that making sex with 3 persons every week<br />is like freedom<br />like living your youth<br /><br />and you know what?<br />They are only increasing the chances of getting AIDSCarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-52170674349568999112009-12-23T21:35:00.002+01:002009-12-23T21:38:57.062+01:00No more useless daydreaming!He shout to himself<br /><br />He went behind the major's house<br /><br />And he cried<br /><br />Because when he recieved the kiss<br /><br />In his cold face<br /><br />He saw all the things that could be<br /><br />And all the thigs that are not.<br /><br />"Have a nice christmas day"Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-66059296873400169822009-12-09T22:48:00.002+01:002009-12-09T22:54:19.555+01:00Dont you ever miss meWhen i though i was completly different and far from the<br />guy<br />i used to be<br />suddendly i realize that i'm going in the same way i was<br />a nice way<br />artistic renovation,<br /><br />The years is ending<br />two.one<br /><br />I'm dreaming and <br />i'm not remembering my dreams<br /><br />"I realize why i think<br />thats coz im not sleeping<br />i realize why wont sleep<br />dreaming of you would be weeping"<br /><br />But i know i speak english wrong in my dreams,<br />and people laugh<br /><br />i feel like being.... preparedCarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-63939141448334533992009-12-08T01:03:00.002+01:002009-12-08T01:09:23.785+01:00disgusted of lifeTick Tock<br /><br />Why, what, where, wich, whom?<br /><br />All the parties are yours<br />every song is yours<br />everybody is your friend, even your ex<br />im in the bar you are in the dance floor<br />while i'm coming back home<br />while the night is just starting for you<br />i'll be thinking, Why i tried it again?<br />Why<br />Why<br /><br />I swear myself this last paragraph will never happen.<br />During the next 3 Padre Medina months.<br />I must be happy<br />that's the attitude darling!<br /><br />(YOU MUST WATCH -I'M A CYBORG BUT THAT'S OK- SUCH A GREAT MOVIE!)Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-55385023845904832002009-11-30T21:24:00.002+01:002009-11-30T21:28:56.718+01:00Love is not easy love is not funBack from Madrid<br />coz i'm behind the light<br />and i have no shadows<br /><br />ready to fight<br />against every single person who<br />think i'm weak<br />think i'm sad<br />think i'm bad<br />think i'm fat<br />think i'm ugly<br />think i'm slow<br />think i'm always aloneCarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-70151686366114330492009-11-21T12:37:00.001+01:002009-11-21T12:37:24.957+01:00Your ex-lover is deadAnd now, my piano solo!Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-46224176138479955642009-11-20T11:51:00.002+01:002009-11-20T11:54:56.666+01:00I hate sexWhy everybody thinks in sex<br />Why the hell everybody thinks in sex<br />sex is only the closest way to be the same person<br />with the one you really love<br /><br />the rest of sex, i dont want it even near me<br />i dont want people who sex with the first person they seeCarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-58238929823917817082009-11-18T08:39:00.002+01:002009-11-18T08:44:41.364+01:00ExodusI'm leaving for a while<br />to my mot'town <br />perhaps in the hippies<br />perhaps in the forest<br /><br />but with a new son under my sheets<br />hum, i just realize this one is unnamed yet...<br />Maybe...<br />You never sleep alone<br />or something like that....<br /><br />"Love is in every movement you make,<br />more if you dont want it,<br />in your pillow dust mites are,<br />doing it like rabbits"Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-19558413508525083622009-11-13T17:19:00.002+01:002009-11-13T17:25:26.892+01:00Winter light trough the windowsAnd the city lights were shining, with all their energy<br />That's because during a night full of stars like this one<br />they feel jealous of them<br /><br />And then a falling star crossed the sky<br /><br />The following days the light was coming in trough the windows<br />it was the most familiar type of light<br /><br />Everything in golden<br />winter sun<br />i'm going to get lost to lost youCarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-71840140312834304272009-11-09T11:52:00.003+01:002009-11-09T11:54:27.736+01:00MissHave you ever miss me? just a little?<br />Yes<br />You're a Liar<br />i said yes<br />I said you are a Liar<br /><br />Because in winter i'ts cold<br />and then i prefer sleep with somebody<br /><br />I miss you<br />I miss you too<br />but right now <br />it's complicated.<br /><br />And I know you've been near to say it<br />i told you while you were sleeping.Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-85876884315399724022009-11-08T11:58:00.002+01:002009-11-08T12:00:42.042+01:00Eating stoneI'm not one of those who fall and fall with the same stone<br />i simply go directly after falling the first time<br />and eat it<br />even knowing i have<br />stomach problems!<br /><br />pater medinae first season is completeCarlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030713133958149057.post-60177256520515791192009-11-01T11:42:00.001+01:002009-11-01T11:55:14.727+01:00Ludovico EinaudiWhen you film an intense scene with actors<br />where the teacher express her love to the priest<br />a small whisper<br />"i love you, i fell in love with you"<br />And my mic catch this whisper<br />and translate it to my voice<br />like if i were saying it<br />the emotions<br />the vibrations in air<br />make my heart shake<br />like hearing what never will hear<br />the warm of a fictional love<br />is it maybe my last source?Carlosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06984975972978883113noreply@blogger.com0