18 de marzo de 2012

À Léon Werth.
Je demande pardon aux enfants d'avoir dédié ce livre à une grande personne. J'ai une excuse sérieuse: cette grande personne est le méilleur ami que j'ai au monde. J'ai une autre excuse: cette grande personne peut tout comprendre, même les livres pour enfants. J'ai une troisième excuse: cette grande personne habite la France où elle a faim et froid. Elle a bien besoin d'être consolée. Si toutes ces excuses ne suffisent pas, je veux bien dédier ce livre à l'enfant qu'a été autrefois cette grande personne. Toutes les grandes personnes ont d'abord été des enfants. (Mais peu d'entre elles s'en souviennent.) Je corrige donc ma dédicace:
À Léon Werth
quand il était petit garçon.

Le Petit Prince,
Antoine De Saint-Exupéry.

17 de marzo de 2012

En 1988 j'ai occupé 
mon été à me répéter
et à me répéter encore ces mêmes
dix phrases:
Un, je ne veux pas choisir et me limiter à un seul type de vie
Deux, je ne veux pas passer à côté des autres vies possibles pour avoir choisi celle-ci
Trois, être respecté pour son travail, ça bouleverse une vie
Quatre, si je n'arrive pas à être respecté au travail je ne pourrai pas être respecté par ma famille
Cinq, je méprise ceux qui s'enferment jeunes dans la plus saine et la plus sûre de toutes les vies
Six, extirper la haine de mon âme revient à baisser mon froc au milieu de ces fauves
Sept, les mauvaises compagnies sont plus utiles que la solitude, car j'améliore ainsi mes défenses
Huit, toute vie, pour être acceptée, doit être portée par un discours triomphal: nous vivons une époque où il faut être sûr de soi
Neuf, jusqu'à mes quinze ans mes passions sont demeurées inaltérables, puis j'ai été lié par des engagements financiers
Dix, penser n'est pas productif

Vous êtes tous des fils de pute,
Rodrigo García.

16 de marzo de 2012

Parler, sale affaire, il faut d'abord avoir vécu
Avoir vécu sans trop faire attention à ce qu'on a vécu
Ceux qui tiennent un journal intime
n'auront jamais de grands souvenirs
- d'abord, journal, ça veut dire:
habitude-
méthodiquement ils s'obstinent à consigner
tout ce qu'ils ont vécu sur un même
plan: la science domestique
du journal intime
Ta vie ne peut être cernée, l'encre vient toujours souiller l'action
Pourquoi pondérer
un évenement? laisse
chaque instant crépiter
Laisse la merde
décanter

Vous êtes tous des fils de pute,
Rodrigo García.

14 de marzo de 2012

- MIT? Wow, you grow up to be a lot smarter than me.
- Yeah, sometimes my neck gets sore.
- Why?
- My brain's so big!

Adam & Ema,
No Strings Attached.

12 de marzo de 2012

- Hey Matty.
- Lisa, Ok, first of all, I'm not going to ask you where you've been but I get points for that, right?
- Not when you put it like that...
- Ok, I screwed up, that's why I wrote something out that I want to... I want to say to you. Ok, this will be good... Is it bad that I wrote it out?
- It's unusual, it's not bad... Stop asking me things like that, it's weird.
- Oh yeah, yeah, sorry, I went nuts when you left, I broke a lamp!
- Ok, read me the thing.
- That was the thing!

Lisa & Matty,
How Do You Know.

11 de marzo de 2012

- Let me ask you something, how do you know when you're in love?
- Well...
- What?
- I've got a way, whenever this one thing happens I know I'm done. I will tell you but its personal and I don't want anybody making fun of me for it.
- No, no-one's going to... just go!
- I think I'm in love with somebody when I wear a condom with the other girls, OK?
- Holy shit I'm in love.


Matty & Bullpen Pitcher,
How Do You Know.

9 de marzo de 2012

I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I’m looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well I’m still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Well, I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you



Paralyzer,
Finger Eleven.

5 de marzo de 2012

The clock on the dash told me I was five minutes late, a lifetime with my mother told me she thinks that meant I was dead.


Stephanie Plum,
One For The Money.

3 de marzo de 2012

- Where is my good underwear?
- The question is why isn't all your underwear good, Jay?

Jay & Gloria,
Modern Family.

2 de marzo de 2012

- Oh my God! He did it again.
- Hey, nice flowers! Lucky for you I didn't get any so the vase is free...
- This time I've tried to keep my mouth closed but it still got in there somehow. That's almost like he's doing it on purpose.
- Yeah, Sue, here's the thing, he is doing it on purpose.
- What? Why? Why would he do something like that? It's so mean!
- Yeah, well, it might seem mean to you now, but, you know, some people sort of like it.
- Who? Who would like that? It's like having an eel in your mouth!
- Oh! Come on Sue! There are two girls that are pregnant in your class right now. You've never heard of French kissing?
- Wait a minute! That's French kissing?
- Yeah! What did you think it was?
- I thought it was kissing during a rainbow...

Sue & Frankie,
The Middle.

29 de febrero de 2012

- Oh... You're getting married! It's so romantic... Like that movie, Inception, when Leo loves his wife so much but then she gets mad and moves to that weird city where there's like no people and earthquakes all the time, then he ends up in Snow Mountain and falls in love with Juno...
- Oh jelly bean, you didn't understand that movie at all, didn't you?
- No, but I cried so hard at the end...

Laurie & Ellie,
Cougar Town.

27 de febrero de 2012

- If I were your wife, I'd put poison in your coffe.
- If you were my wife, I would drink it!

Nancy Astor & Winston Churchill

24 de febrero de 2012

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So, when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need, that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way, reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need, that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Somebody, I used to know
Somebody, now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody, I used to know
Somebody, now you're just somebody that I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody...


Somebody That I Used To Know,
Gotye.

23 de febrero de 2012

Quand on veut un mouton, c'est la preuve qu'on existe.

Le Petit Prince,
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

20 de febrero de 2012

Nosotros nos tenemos que joder, corazón,
Por locos, por ingenuos, por prestar el carné,
Por negociar las reglas de la revolución,
Por cobrar en "paga Dios" cuando Dios quiebra.

Nosotros nos tenemos que matar, corazón,
Por necios, porque sí, por aprender a perder,
Por no llevar campera cuando afuera cambió,
Por tararear la canción con la que nos entierran.

Nosotros nos tenemos que reír, corazón,
Por feos, por ilusos, por borrar el cassette,
Por desechar la caja junto con el manual,
Por no aprender a bailar y por quemar el mantel.

Nosotros nos tenemos que extinguir, corazón,
Por freaks, por desclasados, por firmar sin leer,
Por ver que está vencido siempre por la mitad,
Y por salir a comprar justo cuando hay que vender.

Nosotros nos tenemos que olvidar, corazón,
Por vagos, por hablar hasta enfriar el café, 
Por explicar mil veces lo que ya no es así,
Por implantarnos un chip y por tratarlos de usted.

Nosotros nos tenemos que callar, corazón,
Por pobres, por contar ovejas para dormir,
Por levantar el tubo a la primer soledad, 
Por recortar y pegar, caras de la Para Tí.

Nosotros nos tenemos que esconder, corazón,
Por lentos, por enfermos, por matar al rehén,
Por tropezar mil veces con el mismo escalón,
Por no prestar atención cuando anunciaban el tren.

Nosotros nos tenemos que comer el garrón,
Por raros, por boludos, por soñar y apostar,
Por entender la moda cuando ya terminó,
Por insolventes y por buscar la otra mitad.

Nosotros nos tenemos que rendir, corazón,
Por obses, por insomnes, por volcar el Fernet,
Por dar vergüenza ajena, por contar el final,
Y por quererle sacar fotos al atardecer.

Nosotros nos tenemos que inmolar, corazón,
Por pocos, por apatrias, por hablarle al reloj,
Por ser esclavos de lo que se pudo decir,
Por no animarse a aplaudir cuando aterriza el avión.

Nosotros nos tenemos que fundir, corazón,
Por hippies, por cornudos, por pagar alquiler,
Por no aprender a registrar las putas ideas,
Por empezar las peleas y por morirnos de pie.

Nosotros nos tenemos que entregar, corazón,
Por extras, por quemados, por cambiar el pasado,
Por caminar en círculos desde el primer paso,
Por asustar al payaso y por seguir el papel.



Me Dejó Hablando Solo,
Zambayonny.

12 de febrero de 2012

Soy fan de tí, de tu manera de vestir,
de cada gramo de tu maquillaje,
soy fan de verte presumir.

Soy fan de tí, de tus medidas de maniquí,
de imaginarte en un escaparate,
de que te dejes seducir.

No me dejas que de mi opinión, eso a tí no te importa.
Por tantas razones soy fan, no lo puedo evitar…

Porque sí… porque te pones tan presumida,
es que me vas a arruinar la vida.
Y que sí.. lo digo yo, siempre me matan las despedidas,
tan solo soy un espectador…

Soy fan de tí, de tus vestidos carmesí,
de tus excesos de equipaje,
de que te arregles para mí.

Soy fan de tí, de tus maneras de Brigitte.
Eres un animal salvaje,
es lo que dicen por ahí…

No me dejas que de mi opinión, eso a tí no te importa.
Por tantas razones soy fan no lo puedo evitar…

Porque sí… cuando te pones tan presumida
es que me vas a arruinar la vida.
Y que sí.. lo digo yo, siempre me matan las despedidas
sin desnudarme en tu probador…

Porque sí…
haremos todo lo que me pidas,
tan solo soy un espectador…


Soy fan de tí
Sidecars

9 de febrero de 2012

What is love? Shakespeare tells us that love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. I'm only ten and have yet to experience great love so I've chose to write about the only love I'm familiar with: the love my parents share. It's not a new love filled with burning passion, my sister says they don't even French kiss anymore, but it's the little things I see them do for each other that tells me what love is. Like in the car when my mom puts her hand on the back of my dad's neck and massages it, or when my dad warms up my mom's car and scrape the ice of the windshield on cold mornings and how they've launch to communicate with each other using their own special language. It's true we don't have a lot of money but I like to think even if we did, my parents will still be at home hanging out, of course in a much nicer house with a jacuzzi soaking tub. If you ask people what they think of the greatest love stories they'll say Romeo and Juliet or Hermione and Ron Weasley and those are fine, but if you ask me, great love stories can be small like my mom and dad's.

Brick Heck,
The Middle.

7 de febrero de 2012

If the girl's into you, she's sleeping with you and if after a month or two months at the very upside she's not sleeping with you... She doesn't like you. The trick is to spot this girl early. You don't want to waste one to seven weeks waiting to find out that it's never going to happen. So... I've came up with some signs about how to spot this girl. 
A girl will never sleep with you if she calls you "cuddly" or "dependable", if she pops a zit in front of you, if her name is Amber or Christine, if she takes a dump in your bathroom or if she takes home leftovers on dates one, two or three.
I know it's not scientific, but I'm just saying you were warned.


Interviewed man,
He's Just Not That Into You.

6 de febrero de 2012

The poncho by itself is fine. The poncho, plus the flute, plus the stupid dance... My son will die a virgin!

Gloria,
Modern Family.

4 de febrero de 2012

Batman doesn't get picked on and he wears a cape. A poncho is just a cape that goes all the way around.

Gloria,
Modern Family