Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

3 Apr 2012

I am not young enough to know everything


... today it's my 22nd birthday. It seems like it was a long time ago when I turned 18, I started Uni, I met some amazing people there, and I watched Garden State, and now my boyfriend has gave me as a present for my birthday the last album of The Shins, and I'm gonna spend the afternoon with the amazing people I met back in 2008 and that are now my best friends. Besides from that, one of my best friends has gave me a bunch of beautiful flowers, and together with other two friends the album "The Covers Record" from Cat Power, which is also one of my favorite artists. Life is indeed full of nice surprises. 


"Cause every single story is a story about love." 



ph.: joline fransson, lost in translation, unknown from weheartit, marie antoinette, garden state.

11 Mar 2012

Últimos días de Invierno



...“Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion,
The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love,
The first step I say awed me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any farther,
But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs
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“Al comenzar mis estudios, el primer paso me agradó mucho,
El mero hecho consciente, las formas, el poder moverme,
El menor insecto o animal, los sentidos, la vista, el amor,
El primer paso me dominó y tanto me agradó
Que me costó proseguir y si me detuve fue
Porque quise detenerme allí, holgazaneando para celebrar
eso en mis extasiados cantos.”

- Hojas de hierba, Walt Whitman.

Risa estúpida, cafés eternos, inocencia inútil, moleskines por completar. Atiborrarse a Gin-Tonics, literatura decadente del XIX, música en directo y Vírgenes SuicidasArriesgarse a pedir un bolígrafo teniendo el estuche rebosante de Bics.

Nuestros últimos años de estudio. Nuestros últimos días de invierno.

Y es que, como dijo Whitman en sus legendarios versos, si nos costó proseguir fue porque quisimos detenernos allí, holgazaneando, para celebrar esto en nuestros extasiados cantos.


Nos separarán 9 horas en tren

pd: esta es mi primera entrada en el blog, espero que os guste xx.