Scorpions - Still Loving You

Question de Style

ME gusta la palabra marica, Me parece sonora.

Holland has the good Quality of being the home of the coolest city names: Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Schiedam, Den Haag, Zwolle, Roosendal, Venlo, Blaak etc. That's what makes of dutch a stylish language ( with the AA OO EE things) and my Favourite Word : AANVALLEN!

the beauty of women is equally divided in her whole being.. but the fact of having bad teeth or a bad walking style... reduces charm to ZERO

Beauty is not about shine, class or difference, It's harmony

Intelligence is not how much can u hold on your gray matter.. but how fast can you make something with it.

the Imperfection of an accent in language can be good, aesthetically and practically.

Humans are obsessed by sex. stop thinking about it for 3 seconds and you'll feel überalles

Paris is the city you'll love because it hates you... like the Girl in the Golden black dress.

Trance, Electronic Music and Hardcore Industrial are nice classy soundracks for bars, Car rides and train rides.

Gare de L' est makes me feel inlove.

Germany, despite it's old fashioned ways, is still an Icon for me.

Rough voices are nicer than black lingerie or Red lips.

Basquiat and Banksy became fancier artists than Vermeer or Delacroix.

Dali is all about the man...

... and the paintings.

Spanish is a Proud Language, we Hold the monopolium of the ñ, and the good mystical Words like "Espantoso" "oloroso" hermosa"

Madness, when reasonably established is better than Silk undewear

El afan, por otra parte, es de mal gusto

Red roses are the queen... Black ones... are the diva

Learn to bee Bad in the service of good.

Insult without any swearing

Smell good, without any perfume.

Smoke one cigarrette a day..

if you're up to be an alcoholic, Drink Gin, Martini, absynth and not that crappy rum, beer or tequila.

Velvet is the new man.

it's not about the Kamasutra, but about passion, as work is not about effort, but inspiration

... and the handshaking... it's always better if you insult the guy holding his hand

be polite, yet not an asslicker.

believe in God, the citizens of contrary are part or a past Era

Porn and Masturbation ( mental physicall or in any way of existance) is not to be allowed.

make of bad manners the good ones, without being rude.

Listen, and when talking, use the words you just heard.

Give yourself 100%. Love the one you can Kill, Kill the one you can love.

Hold onto your honor code.

Travel and see outside the usual landmarks.

Be someone else.

Be your own identity

since we all have a price, it's not about zeros on the right side... it's all about currency...

Dream

Love

Live

Think

Dissobey

Stroopwaffels

To make a stroopwaffle you need to things: the stroop and the waffle.

To make Love, you need a man, and a woman.

To start a Fight you need..practically nothing.

To be redeemed you need: the dutchie and the dutchie wannabe

Nina Simone - Ain't Got No...I've Got Life (Live in Harlem 1969)

Tainted Love

the love we shared
seems to go nowhere....

another extra jetlag hour for me and the Idea of something different, something borrowed something new ovewhelms my head. Like a painted black feeling, like a gypsy Jinx or a miracle live and direct in Cnn. Let life taint me with its love. Everything is allright, for now, everything is so quiet still and calm I could practically stop smoking. the sun is shining yet nothing looks warm. the days are longer yet there is no extra Time, Seconds running for suicide the one after the other and I just enjoy them all lined up to a guillotine. I might be wandering why am I feeling so unmotivated to talk about prague about my derelicte thoughts or about architecture - or how to be a glorified Mies van der Rohe-. Now I know I've got to run away, I've got to get away,. you don't want any love from me yet I won't give you any hate or indiference. I will just enjoy you, like the bittersweetness of beer. the tenderness of the bastard that slaps you with cuddling and insults you with roses. the Galantry of the 21st centrury self made bad ass. Death kisses and the pleasures of pain I could inflict into someone like you all ( and this the interesting part. to you all) my tainted love. Now I know that i need to get away because i won't make things right and I am sorry but I don't play that game. My thing are russian roulettes and High standard Gambling. don't touch me please, because I cannot stand the way you tease... I'll do all the touching and the teasing. I'll play the victim while I sacrifice you not in the name of God but on the honor of you own personal Jesus.

yes, Sometimes I feel I need to get away from the pain you drive into me. but I know, I know this is the right place to be.

Dimanche

there are two kind of persons in life. th ones we hang around with and realize we want more people like them, and the ones we realize we DON'T want more people like them. this ones are your Kind Dear Carolina.. you own Kind.

I Said your dog was dead, that your bad behaviour counted even more than your lack fo faith. that u should have treated me and the world with the delicatesse of sharp ferned roses. That you should have kissed me instead of slapping me.

Now you say it's over, you take your way, and you make a big drama of it. I've been on my highway since 1985 and u never were on it. first love, the one who taught me to dissapear, to love the unloved and to hate the loving, to fight for a past and not for a present... oh oh oh Carolina, how much time have we wasted. me trying to get laid with you and you trying to bend me over you...
hahaha Carolina, Now you call me horrible yet vain, and when i see you, it's all the kind of beauty that makes us run far far away - and not the beuaty to see, the one inside, "heartshit" in eurotrash dialect-

so now u say it's over, put some earth abov your heads, say a prayer and let it all go away to oblivion. as you know u will never forget... and I'll haunt you Down.

because even if you are a Wonderful pack of glorified garbage... I'm Still Nailing you down.

I've Got the Blues

And how could I forget Annabel Faye....

Or how could I kill a dead man?
Or how did I overcome the impossibility of being still here, standing breathing and living on!
or how did I make all those " lies" you say I say my ture living reality...

In fact... there were no words to tal about the Annabel type. the french touch. Could be perfect, the imperfections are all around. There is something down in the deep end that keeps hope alive, yet it drives you angry. she can be nice, yet you could kill her... you can love her, Yet you just dream of fucking her up... like a nightmare that u liked, Like a nice dream comming to an end.like an unglorified princess. like a Martian who's not green but... pink! like the last sip of a nice drink.. the last hit on a cigarrette or the last kiss...

that's what you are Annabel Faye... the Last kiss.

Praha....

For you, për ju

Supergeil

Lisa tiene un amor de ultramar...... Gustavo cerati. Lisa.

Se llama Lisa. she's my bound seas love. My unmade love, my mediocre fascination, my german friend. My blonde monster and my heavytalking company. Lisa Dresses like a hunter, like an old lady, like a young fashionista. Lisa behaves like me on a bad day and like my best friend in a 15 minute glory time. Lisa has nice turquoise Earings and eyes. Lisa has an erotic accent specially when she says " ja!ja jaaaa!". Lise is heartbroken by some german tasteless guy. Lisa cries and dreams of being old and wise. Lisa comes from Offenburg, 12 kms away from Srasbourg. Lisa speaks nice french and has a nice way of walking. Lisa does know how to shut up for long times and make uncomfortable silences that do not last long enough. Lisa eats nice bread and knows i want to bite her like that. lisa has a nice body and a strange avantgarde mentality..

Lisa is leaving..and I'm missing Lisa.

my outbound Lisa.

About a Girl...

Praha, the city of gold, of 9 women for a man, of gorgeous trashy, of beautiful art nouveau and cheap beer. Praha, The last Bastion of bogotà in Europe. Praha, the plac where you can only do one thing... Think.

There I reviewed my love life and my life ( as love is there just to separate different periods on my life. I found out that the women i've met follow a type dwelling among us. Here, in Colombia, In the usa, in Argentina or even timbuktu. The following is not intended to be seen as a vanity attack towards the muses that inspired this scientific study of human behaviour, desire and mere animal instincts. It is meant to be seen as a part of the bestiary in mankind we are all part from. This is a tirbute to them. to the ones that taught me To love and Hate, To live and Die, To fight and never stop. to fly and never ever land.

This is for you, Dear roses, to your feathers and ferns.

seele: The glorified Nothing

this ones are quite common. they are not pretty, not ugly, not brilliant, not stupid, Just normal, lame, boring, underspassionate, covered in clothing - not well dressed-, tender yet unstandable. You'll never get to like their family or ther friends. You feel in a faity tale, a cheap one. There is no antihero on their lives. no one is so evil or avant garde. everything is normal planned and calculated. Nothing is seen as a surprise...

they are lame, dull, just on the average middlepoint.. yet there is something you like and hate to extremes.

Ava: Girl interrupted.

They are older than you, specially because they come to your life in one of those steps where you are ina period's turningpoint. they already did all you haven't done, they already tried all you are sared off and paid for the consecuences ( drugs, sex, trips, alcohol, information, etc.) they might not be drop dead gorgeous, yet they are charming, like wine, the older the better - and these are the ones that teach you that- they usually have a kid, a daughter or a tender little boy. you start them feeling like if they were your own, everyone starts feeling it. you can get involved, yet never inlove - and you never know why-. as they are experienced, they don't attach, or they do, but they just have the power of dissapearing and reappearing Years after and act like time never passed on both of you.

Nadja: Devil's blackjack.

this is the kind of thing you know is a mistake but you have to do it. They are younger, they are looking for experiences and extremes, they are charming pretty and pleaseant. They try to like you, they work hard on it and they never say no, yes, never, not even for a quickie in the subway or behind a street trashcan. they are sexy yet they don't seem to know how to love. they get obsessed with you and you never have that back. you feel invaded. you feel overwhelmed, you retret yet you keep on fucking and calling - and if you don't they do- they would sin for you, die for you and kill for you... and what is funny.. they never end up this mess with you. don't be surpried, if you cross her again in 40 years... you'll end up muffdiving in the WC.

Angelica: The Fallen angel

Okayyy, this ones are special. the unicorns of women, rare divine and dangerously wild. they tend to be crazy, Really crazy, be kind of bourgeois boheme, rich, fancy, yet innocent and apparently stupid. some find them astoningly beautiful while some think they are a piece of an old truck's engine. you love them yet don't feel it until they are gone. your relationship is built upon fight and improvised fucked (but hell good) sex. You like their family yet they piss you off, this is reciprocal. You feel you could spend your life with her.. but you don't. You share secrets and tend to lie on feelings. you become friends, yet, keep on being lovers infront of the eyes of the world( and no one knows it).

nanda: The forbidden Perfect

They are usually someone you hate without a reason, you end up having " saddest girl holding a martini" conversations and fall infascination after 13 min of talk. they are never pretty but you start liking them. You feel comfortable with them and you share everything with them. usually her world hates you and yours hate her. you are banned from her life, you are banned from her love yet she loves you. you love her too and dare to say it, but something keeps you on hold. You dream of her, in very erotic situations, yet, no nudit, no porn, no shit, Just some sick fetish thing. You know her more than anyone, yet you ignore somethings of her. You dream of her, even now that it all fell apart... why? cause she found someone else, someone that you don't approve... and she's the cruel type... she would kill for you... but also kill you for your own sake. this girls are never heaven's angels... they are the top of the human evolution.. they share the same kindred of the ones that keep on poverty going so well!

Lautje: Little red hood:

this ones are in the favourite list. Usually young, yet u don't know it. a life history that you can only swallow with some strong alcohol distillate. you like them yet never seen them. they are usually physically weird ( red heads, albino, blue eyes black, supertall, etc.) they keep a lifestyle similar to yours. they like who you are, they become good friends, it all starts in cheap fascination and becomes extrastrong freindship.. then, they grow out of the cocoon, they decide you are a wannabe version of them, or probabl they turn into the 2.0 of you, they leave you behind. they lie, they lie a lot. yet you love them. they pretend the world around doesn't care. they follow the masses and their own benefit ignoring what that is. they secretly love you yet they tend to forget it. they know perfection and do what they want to do even if the circumstances around them are always sick complicated... they have beautiful friends, the perfect women that hold a defect somewhere, somewhere and you cannot find it.you are going to miss this ones when you'll be old

Besame mucho: the Promises:

this ones are the painful ones. they are pretty, they are nice, they are innocent and docile, they are good hearted and strong moraled. They are all you need in the right time and place. you lvoe them really fast because they have no flaw in their behaviour with you and the sex is always wonderful ( usually porn opera graduates) they come from far, always foreigner from one of those places ou have never heard from ( the country or the city). I could talk forever about the broken promise. this ones are the promise in your life that never turns real. you dream with them, to do lots of things blablabla, you don't Fall inlove, but they fascinate with an eyelash. they know how to be tender and be wild at the same time ( damn, i miss you:p) One day she leaves you, you cry, drink, get depressed and nail her friend, yet, when you do that, you go back with her, and she ain't the same... little time after, you stop talking in extreme violence.

erase una vez : the number one.

you haven't even seen them and the name is always fascinating. You see them and there is something you like and some small thin don't know what don't know where that you dislike deeply. You start talking and you like her, she liked you, yet nothing happens, she ends up going out with a close friend of yours and you with her best friend.You like everything from her now. You feel tension and sehnsucht, jealousy and deep pure love for them. you never touch them, only in your dreams. you end up sharing your life with them, they become your roomate, then your sister, then the mother of your bastard kids. they end up leaving, falling into unfancy decadence, you suffer yet you go on and carry their memories on the back, one day, after eternity, in another life, you find them again and you smile despite all the mess you're in. this are the ones that make silence comfortable.

La cuyis: Broken hearts

this is the kind of girl that comes in your life and you don't understand why, then, 5 days after that you realize she is there to clean the mess someone else left - because she's also using you to clean her mess-. you talk and you realize to fit really well, except for the fact that you are mutual placebos for eachother. After starting to pretend you are inlove and in a relationship you realize that you can somehow feel belonging in the relationship. You Piss off, you fight, she lives her life and you live yours.. still you dream of lingering pornographic moments with her. you become usually excellent friends.

petit raisin . The Devil

They appear when you are in a bad situation but feeling good about going crazy and letting it all go out. they are usually pretty and smart, they dress like shit and have shitty lives. They like suffering and are mental masochists, always hanging around with the wrong people. when you meet you fuck. you fuck good and you are the king cause she's submissive. when you leave you don't feel anything. she's always there for you, and in the end you are the one leaving like the bastard you can be.

Paddy: the martyr.

They are strong, they are nice, intelligent and nerdy. they seem not your type of girl, not your type of friend, not you any shit. they are a glorified one night stand. they just inspire you ( without asking for it) to live life the best since they might or dissapear or die. you love them a little bit, not too much, you cannot stand them, still you like them. you have a special relationship, the one kind that u never talk about it. These persons are the ones that make you feel special.

Priftu: The imperfect perfect.

as Ava, they are older,as the promise they might come from tirana albania. they are, to sum it up. the mix of all you ever wanted and the best you ever had. They come as your ideal of woman mixed up with the one best friend ou cannot touch. they do the same things you do, they think the same way you think and what is worse.. they are a fucking mistery. You love them too fast but strangely, you don't feel the pain of love. this Girls tend to be self sufficient, eggocentric, intelligent and charming. one can find them pretty or horrible, you just find them perfect and elegant. you love the way they smell and the way they dress. you love their eyes and little voices. they, on the other hand, hate lots of things from you: that u smoke, that u drink, that you swear too much, that you a younger, that you are shy, that you can be poor, etc. One day they decide they are not for you and leave, and they leave the worse absence a man can find in a relationship with a woman. this is the kind that you fall onto again when you are 50. she is divorced unhappy blablabla, you are happy, she ends up saying she's sorry, you forgive.. but in the end you are angry.. cause you never forgot her. Time after that someone discovers you have a son with her even though sex is never glorious with this kind of girl... it's bad, but still feels deep and good.

The nun: the impossible

This ones are the one friend you like as a friend, then you forget about that, you end up having something with them and then find out that you just cannot keep up with it. there is nothing you like on them, you just like them. they, on the other hand, do eveything that pisses you off. and you react even worse. This are the only mistakes on a man's life.. what is good is that they put a man on track.

La bruja: the strict

she might be the oldest relationshp you ve ever had. they are usually very pretty women that you don't know how you ended up with. they come from an exotic place (Beirut for example). you see at first once veery year. You've lived up pretty much everything, she dated your best friend, you left her, you loved her you hated her, she became a lesbian, then you became her lesbianic exception, you become fuckfriends and then you have this kind of till death do us apart realtionship. she is a Talented musician, a talented everything. she is the one that dares to say your wonderful kisses are bad and that you are a bad everything. everytime you meet, physicall contact is a pain in the ass - hard to get-

schnee: like a German Car

you don't know them, you have met them, they are perfect, pretty, intelligent, smart, well dressed, fancy spoken, live in holland and german - if not swedish,even dutch can apply or french) they are perfect... except that they have a flaw, somewhere, you don't know what it is.. but it fuck's em up... like a french touch.

the martinilady: the untouchable.

she has the age of your mom, she is wise as the devil and she laughs like a drunk roman emperor. she is your best friend and associate in crime. you hang around a lot, You drink a lot and she is the responsible of all the maternal education that ur mom does not give you because it is politically uncorrect. you understand eachother to perfection. yet.. nothing will ever happen.,

The Romanian: the forbidden

usually a sibling from a friend of yours, Too young, too old, too charming, too oportunistic, too ready to smile and lay the king to have what she wants. she usually starts like your superior on something, you know her since ages and yet one day you discover that you secretly like her without anyone noticing it - because of the obviousness of it-. you start going brave, turning strictly business talks into closer encounter. you listen about her world, the divorce collection hanging on her wall as you jus ttalk about your dreams. she gives a fuck, so do u, the funny thing is that once you are gone, you recieve an e mail, a letter or a picture. you think on eachother, you dream and even fantasize. when you reencounter, prudeness is bigger, you flee, still take the time to glance galantly and to say one or two misproper compliments that end up well taken. you go home that evening, you lay on your bed, and you realize that shit is going to fall from the ground in a time.

Ana, The married

Eat me, Drink me. Look, but don't touch. you meet her and she's the kind of the girl you would like if you were the standard human being. she is young, witty and married... married. She is close to what you are yet totally different. she is very charming despite you refuse to see her beauty. she is no one in your life. until one day you wake up and she hits on you without any prejudice. you start playing blackjack. pushing her harder to give the first steps as you don't dare because of the karma issues to do it yourself. you escape sometimes. meet in clandestinity yet nothing happens. silence is uncomfortable except when you talk about raw human feelings and the sick desire you're hanging between yourselves. you tengo to forget about eachother except on the hard times. you don't want to be there, yet you go.. you never get anything good from this ones except the story.


My mother: Perfection

This is the perfect one, just that it's already taken.