Brandon Charles Boyd

. my favourite person alive.

my biggest fear will be the rescue of me,

strange how it turns out that way... yeah.

ph:unknown

song: Incubus - Echo

be a.g.g.r.e.s.s.i.v.e.

quise acordarme de mi memoria pero ya la olvidé

Veo gente que es solo un recuerdo gris de lo que fue

Pueblos fantasmas borrados, archivados dentro de un cajón

Que se guardó la ilusión de sentirnos parte de una gran nación

Pueden robarte tu casa, tus ahorros, tu televisión

Pero hay algo que nunca podrán robar: tu imaginación, tu ilusión

Y tu memoria

Y entonces ahora ¿quién tiene el poder?

Viajo lejos de aquí

En un hiper-furgón

Que me haga inmortal

Y abrir,

Los recuerdos abrir

El silencio romper

Para poder llegar a la estación

Y despedirnos de este dolor

sometimes it's better go back to the roots, to the beginning of all things in your life, sometimes it's better to stay in the present, live it and enjoy it... never think of the future, the future won't be happening until later.

Both ideas, going back and staying static open your mind and let out that artist in you. You remember, you work that part of you that was asleep, you suddenly run into a muse, an inspiration to create something in its honour.

Treasure the moment.

"Life is one big question when you're staring at the clock"

ph: Brantley Gutierrez

Song: Sancamaleon - Hiper-furgon

Bold-phrase: Sublime - 40oz. to freedom

trapped by a blue-box

todas las hojas son del viento

the great gig in the sky

monte grande

gracias florencia cibeira x coparte con las fotitos :)

wicked garden

sell.sell.sell

sell your soul to the devil. sell your brain to the company. sell your human capacity to think and act straight. sell your rights. sell your piece of mine. sell. sell. sell.

I sold my brain today.

Ashamed? oh yeah.

Against any principles I may have? pfff you fucking bet!

And all for what?... let me think.... a check at the end of the month that doesn't even COMPARE to the stress I'll live in, a few clothes, a new camera, a few concerts, a vacation, going out every weekend drinking my bloody ass off.

Hmmm... sounds.... fine ¿?

nah, it doesn't.

my interview on that callcenter showed me all I never want to be again, hearing that stupid american complaint on how fucking busy he is, how much he's waited for an order that never arrived, how he wants credits, benefits, free stuff.... man, do you really think your God and we owe you big time for your great decition of choosing a company? you own it now?.

That's so freaking typical. Client means ownership to them. People work for them. People who work for a company are slaves to the client. Oh god forbbid Mr.Customer should get angry!

And that's not only in USA, nono, americans really are the worse, but here's the same shit. There's nothing we, the intelligent-thinking part of the human race that's left, could do to change it.

Human is born. Human watches what other human do. Human recreates what he sees. Human repeats. Human gives birth to another human and teaches that little creature the same shit he's learnt from parents, from school, from friends, from society.

Everything moves in circles. Humanity is lost. And thankfully I still own a piece of my brain to live happy, think and observe where everything's going to, I stand there and watch it all fall apart, it's not nice, but I guess that's how people learn, once the world's over and a new race arrises they will know what to do and what should never be done again.

I wish I could still be alive to see it.

ph.:Brantley Gutierrez

you are stellar

elementos de precisión

de faroles y de ventanas

snow can wait i forgot my mittens

la imagen lo dice todo

Las Islas Malvinas son A R G E N T I N A S

grandma

oh you pretty things

trapped in a box

"Como no sabías disimular me di cuenta en seguida de que para verte como yo quería era necesario empezar por cerrar los ojos, y entonces primero cosas como estrellas amarillas (moviéndose en una jalea de terciopelo), luego saltos rojos del humor y de las horas, ingreso paulatino en un mundo - Maga que era la torpeza y la confusión (...), un mundo donde te movías como un caballo de ajedrez que se moviera como una torre que se moviera como un alfil."

Rayuela.JulioCortázar.

backyard

"¿cómo coño podía un hombre disrutar si su sueño era interruympido a las 6:30 de la mañana por el estrépito de un despertador, tenía que saltar fuera de la cama, vestirse, desayunar sin ganas, cagar, mear, cepillarse los dientes y el pelo, y pelear con el tráfico hasta llegar a un lugar donde escencialmetne ganaba cantidad de dinero para algún otro y aún así se le exigía mostrarse agradecido por tener la oportunidad de hacerlo?"

Factotum.Charles Buckowski.