¡Oh! ¡Gran Orion!

Aquella noche tirados sobre la tierra mojada. No importa la suciedad del suelo, no importa que el pelo se enrede o que la camisa se ensucie. Mirando el cielo, mirando las estrellas. “Esto… esto es realmente perfecto”

Is she weird

I know you’re rich in
Good clothes and little things
Your mind is fancy
(and your car is bitchin’)

Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room
And her head has no room

Your heart is ripshit
Your mouth is everywhere
I’m lyin’ in it

Is she weird
Is she over me
Like the stars and the sun
Like the stars and the sun
Is she weird
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room!

No more of this girl cryin’
I’m here, your big man
You’re mine

Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night
And her head has no room

(Is she weird-The Pixies)

El vértigo de saborear nuevas experiencias

Me preguntaste si estaba dispuesta a afrontar la inmensidad y el vértigo de saborear nuevas experiencias. Y yo te respondí con un firme sí, infectada por las ansias de conocer lo desconocido, corrompida por las ganas de degradar y degradarme a mi misma, en una búsqueda que a la vez pretendía elevar mi propia percepción del todo, del solo y del mismo. Me lancé al vacío con los ojos cerrados. Experimenté el vértigo, un nudo en la boca del estómago. Experimenté la degradación, personificada una y otra vez en miradas vacías frente al espejo. Experimenté la confusión, el placer innato, el rencor incontenible, el silencio, las hormigas correteando por el estómago, el miedo, el odio, el amor insano, el amor sano, la magnitud de contemplar belleza… experimenté la dulce y amarga sensación de estar viva.

Ara

Pieles ajenas

La lluvia... la lluvia me recuerda a noche, a oscuridad marcada por el paso de la niebla. La lluvia me recuerda a besos, a empapado, a mojado, a poco seco. Me recuerda al olor de las personas bajo el agua. La explosión del jabón, del perfume y de la piel. Cada gota cayendo sobre el suelo, cada gota cayéndome encima, cada gota apresurándose a continuar su camino resbaladizo sobre pieles ajenas. Cada gota formando una fusión de agua envuelta en diminutas partes de ti.

Ara

Fugado suspiro

Quiere poder sentir su piel más profundamente, más… Sentir la sangre caliente recorriendo el enorme circuito de venas y arterias. La misma idea gira una y otra vez, se retuerce por dentro, deforme. Y no tiene freno… tal vez debería encontrarlo, una señal de “stop”, una barrera invisible, un campo de fuerza que marque el límite. Miles de glóbulos rojos a toda velocidad impulsados por una brutal fuerza. Latidos fuertes y rápidos. Se expanden los bronquios. Se dispara la adrenalina. En sus mejillas rojas se lee el calor, se siente, lo acompañaba una mirada algo difusa, una sonrisa amistosa, un fugado suspiro.

Ara

"Ain't It Strange"

Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff
Oh, don't you know that anyone can join
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh

Come and join me, I implore thee,
I impure thee, come explore me.
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come
And they come and they call and they crawl on the floor.
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh

True, true, who are you ?
Who, who am I ?
Oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da

Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff.
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend.
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh

Do you go to the temple tonight ?
Oh no, I don't think so
Do you not go to the palace of answers with me Marie?
Oh no, I don't think so, no
See when they offer me book of gold,
I know soon still that platinum is coming
And when I look inside of your temple
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man,
And when he beckons his finger to me,
Well, I move in another direction,
I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension oh oh oh

I spin, I spiral, and I splatter
Hand of God, I feel the finger,
Hand of God, and I start to whirl
And I whirl, and I whirl,
Don't get dizzy, do not fall now,
Turn, God, God (strange)
Go, go on, go like a dervish,
Turn, God, (strange) make a move
Turn, Lord, (strange)
I don't get nervous
Oh I just move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension oh oh oh
Strange strange

Do you go to the temple tonight ?
Oh no, I don't think so, no
We'll go to the pagoda
The palace of answers with me, Marie
Oh no, I don't believe so, no
See when they offer me book of gold,
I know soon still that platinum is coming
And when I look inside of your temple
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man
And when he beckons his finger to me,
Well, I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension oh oh oh

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