me?
i am a ways collector

Hable con ella : 'Talk To Her is a story about the friendship between two men, about loneliness and the long convalescence of the wounds provoked by passion. It is also a film about incommunication between couples, and about communication. About cinema as a subject of conversation. About how monologues before a silent person can be an effective form of dialogue. About silence as "eloquence of the body", about film as an ideal vehicle in relationships between people, about how a film told in words can bring time to a standstill and install itself in the lives of the person telling it and the person listening.
Talk To Her is a film about the joy of narration and about words as a weapon against solitude, disease, death and madness. It is also a film about madness, about a type of madness so close to tenderness and common sense that it does not diverge from normality.'
PEDRO ALMODÓVAR

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language is a virus from outer space
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The weight of the world
is love.
Allen Ginsberg 'Song' (1954)

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

God's voice is made
of the dead's voices
speaking
that wisdom which comes
from having read the end of the tale.

'Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!' - Margo Channing

there is a space in the middle - - - - - - - warmspace
there is a noise following - - - - - - - - - - - you
is there anybody here? hearing????????me?

I have finished reading 'The human stain' by Philip Roth this morning. And it still hurts the eyes of the lenguage. It is a splendid novel. A terrible portrait of the american society and the contemporanean value of the words. Lies that make us survive and kill us. Words that give us a place in the world which suddenly is missing because now the words have an owner: and it's not you.

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bad day of skies down and wind
wind
blows
your came to find the best of you
in the good of you
to realize it is
inside your darkness,
your smelling darkness
broken into small pieces of fruit

Make him fly