Os amo idealismo y realismo, como agua y piedra sois partes del mundo, luz y raíz del árbol de la vida. No me cierren los ojos aun después de muerto, los necesitaré aún para aprender, para mirar y comprender mi muerte. Necesita mi boca para cantar después, cuando no exista. Y mi alma y mis manos y mi cuerpo para seguirte amando, amada mía. Sé que no puede ser, pero esto quise. Amo lo que no tiene sino sueños. Tengo un jardín de flores que no existen. Soy decididamente triangular. Aún echo de menos mis orejas, pero las enrollé para dejarlas en un puerto fluvial del interior de la República de Malagueta. No puedo más con la razón al hombro. Quiero inventar el mar de cada día. Vino una vez a verme un gran pintor que pintaba soldados. Todos eran heroicos y el buen hombre los pintaba en el campo de batalla muriéndose de gusto. También pintaba vacas realistas y eran tan extremadamente vacas que uno se iba poniendo melancólico y dispuesto a rumiar eternamente.

¡Execración y horror! Leí novelas interminablemente bondadosas y tantos versos sobre el Primero de Mayo que ahora escribo sólo sobre el 2 de ese mes. Parece ser que el hombre atropella el paisaje y ya la carretera que antes tenía cielo ahora nos agobia con su empecinamiento comercial. Así suele pasar con la belleza como si no quisiéramos comprarla y la empaquetan a su gusto y modo. Hay que dejar que baile la belleza con los galanes más inaceptables, entre el día y la noche: no la obliguemos a tomar la píldora de la verdad como una medicina. ¿Y lo real? También, si duda alguna, pero que nos aumente, que nos alargue, que nos haga fríos, que nos redacte tanto el orden del pan como el del alma. ¡A susurrar! Ordeno al bosque puro, a que diga en secreto su secreto y a la verdad: No te detengas tanto que te endurezcas hasta la mentira. No soy rector de nada, no dirijo, y por eso atesoro las equivocaciones de mi canto.              -Pablo Neruda

Things We Lost In The Fire (Bastille)

Flames – they licked the walls
Tenderly they turned to dust all that I adore

Cheating (John Newman)

You are the one who's creeping
You are the one who's cheating
But if your heart is beating
Bring it on, bring it to me

I could love you better

Better than you once knew

And if you're cheating, cheat on, yeah

But I would never cheat on you

I could love you better

Better than you once knew

And if you're cheating, cheat on

'Cause cheating's just a thing you do

I am not in love with you; I am an addict. 

Without you there is pain, and with you, 

there is only fear of pain.

-Francesca Roux

Sign Your Name (Terence Trent D'Arby)

Together (The XX)

You said you don’t have to speak 
I can hear you 
I can’t feel all the things you’ve ever felt before 
I said it’s been a long time 
Since someone looked at me that way 
It’s like you knew me 
And all the things I couldn’t say 
Together, to be 
Together and be 

Girl Crazy (Hot Chocolate)

'Cause I'm girl crazy
Crazy
I'm girl crazy
I'm girl crazy
For a girl crazy
I'm girl crazy
Crazy for a girl who's boy crazy

For a boy like me - oh yeah

I don't care that the clothes that she wears

Isn't amazing or debonair. All I want is love and affection

For whatever direction

I don't care

I don't mind if she can't dance. I'll teach her to dance in every way

And if by chance she's new to romance

I'll teach her to make love night and day

Youth Of Today (The Youth)

The youth of today has got lots to say It’s our life our future Because we’re living today So don’t blame the youth You know that it’s true So don’t blame the youth

Don’t take us for fools

Love Is A Battlefield (Pat Benatar)

When I'm losing control

Will you turn me away

Or touch me deep inside

And when all this gets old

Will it still feel the same

There's no way this will die

But if we get much closer

I could lose control

And if your heart surrenders

You'll need me to hold

We are young

Heartache to heartache we stand

No promises

No demands

Love is a battlefield

Tengo su chancla. 

Es de noche. 

El mar está frío. 

Veo las estrellas. 

¿Dónde esta la chica?

Dile que sí, 

aunque te estés muriendo de miedo, 

aunque después te arrepientas, 

porque de todos modos te vas a arrepentir toda la vida 

si le contestas que no. 

-Gabriel García Márquez

Infinity (The XX)

I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky

-Haruki Murakami, “Sputnik Sweetheart”

I'm A Believer (The Monkees)

Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.

Nizar Qabbani, In The Summer

The Temptation of St Anthony - Salvador Dalí

Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself. 

Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959

Don't Cry (Guns N' Roses)

Don't you cry tonight

I still love you baby

Don't you cry tonight

Don't you cry tonight

There's a heaven above you baby

And don't you cry tonight

Was she really beautiful? 

Was she at least what they call attractive? 

She was exasperation, she was torture.

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

I bought plum blossoms
more for the name
than for the color;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I’ll take it.

Do I Wanna Know? (Arctic Monkeys)

Have you got colour in your cheeks? 
Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type that sticks around like summat in your teeth? 
Are there some aces up your sleeve? 
Have you no idea that you're in deep? 
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week 
How many secrets can you keep? 
Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat 
Until I fall asleep 
Spilling drinks on my settee 

The Edge Of Heaven (Wham!)

I would lock you up

But I could not bear to hear you

Screaming to be set free

I would chain you up

If I'd thought you'd swear

The only one that mattered was me, me, me

I would strap you up

But don't worry baby

You know I wouldn't hurt you 'less you wanted me to

It's too late to stop

Won't the heavens save me?

My daddy said the devil looks a lot like you

You say I'm dangerous

But don't worry baby

I get excited at the things that you do

And there's a place for us in a dirty movie

'Cos no-one does it better than me and you

Losing My Religion (R.E.M.)