PLANETAS.

teamoya, yyaesmañana.

(Los alemanes invaden Francia. Un vocero alemán anuncia por las calles que al día siquiente el ejército nazi entrará en París.)

ILSE. El mundo se derrumba y nosotros nos enamoramos.
RICK. Sí, calculamos mal. ¿Dónde estabas, digamos, hace diez años?
ILSE. ¿Diez años? Déjame ver. Sí. Me estaban poniendo aparatos en los dientes . ¿Dónde estabas tú?
RICK. Buscando trabajo. (Se oye una explosión.)
ILSE. ¿Fue eso un cañón? ¿O fue el latir de mi corazón?
...
ILSE. Te amo tanto... ¡Y odio tanto esta guerra! Oh, es un mundo enloquecido. Cualquier cosa puede suceder. Si no llegaras a irte... quiero decir... si algo nos separa, donde sea que te encierren y donde sea que yo esté, quiero que sepas que.. (Él la besa.) ¡Bésame! ¡Bésame como si fuera la última vez!


"Casablanca", de Michael Curtiz.

Time slips away
And the light begins to fade
And everything is quiet now
Feeling is gone
And the picture disappears
And everything is cold now
The dream had to end
The wish never came true
And the girl starts to sing
Seventeen seconds

A measure of life

Seventeen seconds

Me acuerdo,
te pienso,
te lloro,
te extraño
y te amo
cada día más,
cada día más.

Love me, please love me.je suis fou de vous.pourquoi vous moquez-vous chaque jour de mon pauvre amour ? love me, please love me.je suis fou de vous.vraiment prenez-vous tant de plaisir à me voir souffrir. si j'en crois votre silence, vos yeux pleins d'ennui.nul espoir n'est permis.pourtant je veux jouer ma chance. même si, même si.je devais y brûler ma vie.love me, please love me.je suis fou de vous.mais vous moquerez-vous toujours de mon pauvre amour ? devant tant d'indifférence, parfois j'ai envie de me fondre dans la nuit.au matin je reprends confiance,je me dis, je me dis,tout pourrait changer aujourd'hui.love me, please love me.je suis fou de vous.mais vous moquerez-vous toujours de mes larmes d'amour ?

cUánto tE extRaño cuaNdo te ExtraÑo.

It started with a dedication "lost in admiration - happy birthday - I'm forever yours - blossom" Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies I smiled surprised at how when flickered through The wings flew by spelled out my name... Six months went by the summer lost Obsessively the letters dropped into my life The same soft blood smooth flowing hand "please try to understand - I have to see you - have to feel you - Tell you all the ways I need you - yours forever in love... " Strange attraction spreads it's wings It varies but the smallest things You never know how anything will change Strange attraction spreads it's wings And alters but the smallest things You never know how anything will fade The year grew old incessantly she wrote to me She'd started smoking poetry! I laughed in recognition of a favourite phrase She'd pulled me in... I answered her A christmas card in sepia Arranging when and where And how the two of us should meet... Her opening so well prepared A nervous smile I couldn't take my eyes from her She whispered "can I use some of your lipstick?" It was perfect so believable I couldn't help but feel that it was real And kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms... Strange attraction spreads it's wings It varies but the smallest things You never know how anything will change Strange attraction spreads it's wings And alters but the smallest things You never know how anything will fade So alone into the cold new year without another word from her I wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before the spring But weeks went by with no reply until once more my birthday came And with it my surprise but this time nothing was the same... "I'm sorry - blame infatuation - blame imagination - I was sure you'd be the one but I was wrong - It seems reality destroys our dreams - I won't forget you - blossom" Faded red inside a tiny book of old goodbyes... Strange attraction spreads it's wings It varies but the smallest things You never know how anything will change Strange attraction spreads it's wings And alters but the smallest things And you never know...

tHinGs i hAte aBouT yOu.

I hate the way you talk to me

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate it when you drive me car.

I hate it when you stair.

I hate your big brown combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much that it makes me sick

and even makes me run.

I hate the way you're always right;

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh

even worse, when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around

and the fact that you didn't call.

I must say i hate the way i don't hate you

don't even close,

don't even a little bit,

don't even at all.

My thoughts go out to you, my inmortal beloved.

I can live only wholly with you or not at all.

Be calm my life, my all.

Only by calm consideration of our existence..

can we achieve our purpose to live together.

Oh! Continue to love me.

Never misjudge the most faithful

heart of your beloved.

Ever thine.

Ever mine.

Ever ours.

Los cristales pueden quebrarse.
A veces, basta un leve golpe de abanico.
Las telas suelen desagarrase al contacto con una diminuta astilla.
Se rasgan los papeles,
Se rompen los plásticos,
Se rajan las maderas...
Hasta las paredes se agrietan, tan fiermes y sólidas como parecen.
¿Y nosotros?
Ah.. Nosotros tampòco somos irrompibles.
¡CUIDADO! ¡FRÁGIL!
Nuestro corazón se daña muy facilmente.
Cuando oye un "no" redondo o un "sí" desganado.
Cuando encuentra candados donde debería encontrar puertas abiertas.
Cuando es una rueda que gira solitaria día tras día, noche más noche.
Entonces, siente tirones de arriba, por delante, desde abajo, por detrás...
¿Se arruga?
¿Se encoge?
¿Se estira?
NO.
Late lastimado.