Cocina Nikkei.

Hoy fuimos por Makis a un lugar llamado K'tana. Tomadas por mí.

Dinosauria, we.

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

Charles Bukowski

En: The last night of the earth poems, 1992.

Candyvore de Abel Bentín

"Al consumirlos de forma desmedida, en un afán de llenar cada espacio de su cuerpo con estos placeres, los terminarán conviertiendo en elementos de su propia obsesión"

En la Galería Lucía De La Puente (Paseo Sáenz Peña 206, Barranco),
hasta el 10 de Abril.

Deeper into movies.

Mi cuarto. Chicas. Películas. (500) days of Summer, Irreversible. Helado y ensalada.
Tomé esta foto.

Drexler.

Soledad,
Aquí están mis credenciales,
Vengo llamando a tu puerta
Desde hace un tiempo,
Creo que pasaremos juntos temporales,
Propongo que tú y yo nos vayamos conociendo.

Aquí estoy,
Te traigo mis cicatrices,
Palabras sobre papel pentagramado,
No te fijes mucho en lo que dicen,
Me encontrarás
En cada cosa que he callado.

Ya pasó,
Ya he dejado que se empañe
La ilusión de que vivir es indoloro.
Que raro que seas tú
Quien me acompañe, soledad,
A mí que nunca supe bien
Cómo estar solo.

Don de fluir.

Soy aquel tipo callado

con aires de intelectual

que te mira de costado

sólo por disimular.

"gracias, pero no, no bailo,

quizás la próxima vez,

tengo torpes las rodillas

y tú veloces los pies"

-Drexler

We might as well be strangers.

I don't understand your heart

It's easier, to be apart.

Keane.