Otto

Zutz

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Hey, babe

take

a walk

on the

wild side

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Hit the ground running

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Peter Beard

"Africa y el New York de Studio 54

eran dos vidas muy similares.

No se cual de las dos era más salvaje"

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El que ens queda per fer
ho hem de fer entre els dos
amb la unitat de paraules i acords.

Que no s'apague la llum
que no vacil·le mai més
construïm un país de llums enceses.
Que no càpia més llum
i que peten els ploms
il·luminant la nit amb l'esperança.

Oblidem el passat
no pensem el futur
i deixem que el demà comence ara.

No podré mirar als ulls
als infants del meu lloc
si sé que no vaig fer el que calia.
És humil el meu cant
però hi ha moltes veus
que reclamen a crits que les escolten.

vivim, vivim somniant
empeny fins que algun dia siga realitat.

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Feliu Ventura

Sólo cuando
transgredo
alguna orden,
el futuro
se vuelve
respirable.
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sempre

amb

nosaltres

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"M'agradaira que se'm recordés com

una bona persona; no aspiro a més.

Jo no sóc un intel.lectual, no tinc missatges

ni escrits per llegar a la posteritat.

Sóc un de tants, un militant entre mil.

El peó d'escacs que ajuda a guanyar partides"

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Salvador Clop

La Vanguardia, '94

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Sí, i més.

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Stockholm

summer'06

3a.m.


In the darkest place
That is where you'll find me
In the darkest place

Movies at Empire Fulton, NYC

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átján sekúndur fyrir sólarupprás

eighteen seconds before sunrise

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G l ó s o l i

- What are you doing?
- Remember that idea I had about

working stuff out on my own...

It's dumb. It's an awful idea.
And I'm not gonna do it, okay?
'Cause like you said, this is it.

This is life...
and I'm in love
with you, Samantha.
I think that's the only thing I've ever been
really sure of in my entire life.
I'm really messed up now,
and I got a lot of stuff I gotta work out.
But I don't want to waste any more
of my life without you in it, okay?
- Yeah.
- And I think I can do this! I mean, I want to.
- We have to, right?
- Yeah!
- Right?
- Yes!
So what do we do?
What do we do?

Garden State

Who needs plasma TV?

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abans que l'amor de la teva vida

baixi a la propera parada

abans que l'ampolla es buidi

abans dels títols de crédit

abans que et diguin que no

abans de l'última cançó

abans de despertar

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consumir preferentment

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abans que s'acabi la màgia

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Sitges in November '06

powered by ODEO

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

If I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
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powered by ODEO

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with

you

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Deliciously
I drink up all your tears
On a piano out of tune
I sit and persevere

Deliriously
I eat up all of your words
And jumble them all around
'Til they become absurd

Remember how it was
They said it wouldn't work
You proved them wrong
Took on everyone

Ferociously
We fumble in the dark
Two lovers acting like strangers
Society won't cage us...

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nov. '06

Till

the

day

that

my

heart

stops

beating

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Barcelona

batega

perque

tu bategues

correr hasta no poder mas

reir hasta no poder mas

re-, re-, re-

siempre con sueños

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You

know

me

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What

are

you

thinking

about?

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François

Truffaut

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"What will happen when there are no more pages

in the red netbook?"
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At this point the story goes obscure.

It would be foolish even to hazard a guess.

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City of glass

by Ire Bire Mac

by Olof Mac

(click in the pic)

Krzysztof Wodiczko

if
you
see
something...mr. O

i was blind, but now i see

no se tú,

pero yo...

I want to be forgotten,
and I don't want to be reminded.
You say "please don't make this harder."
No, I won't yet.

w
a
k
e

u
p

b
a
b
e

we are going

to a

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mellan

drömmar

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ventanas

y lo que se ve

a través de ellas

Ö

Aun recuerdo aquella isla, Ö.
En ningun momento fue un plan, tan sólo surgió la idea de repente.
Y para allí nos fuimos.
Entre mouses, asfalto desconocido, o mas bien no asfalto.
Y cogimos el barquito, y remamos, remamos...hasta llegar a tierra.
Y luego pescamos, y comimos, y bebimos...
y intentamos contar las estrellas con los dedos
pero no pudimos...
Allí,
descubrimos qué es realmente el silencio.
Quizas mi mejor experiencia sueca.
Una gran día y noche.

Flashback

warm nights
almost left behind
suitcases of memories

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Pero entonces,
bailaban por las calles

como peonzas enloquecidas

Gente loca por vivir,
Loca por hablar,
Loca por salvarse,
Con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo,
Gente que nunca bosteza
Ni habla de lugares comunes,
Sino que arde..

Gente que ARDE

y sabe VOLAR...