Estoy enamorado. Y los Eels son la perfecta banda para ello.
So am in love. Solo falta que ella lo sepa también.
How do you declare love to a goddess? Ever seen that Scrubs episode were guys are like babies because the women are in charge?
That’s me. This woman is, wow to the nth degree. She doesn’t even know I exist. I prolly don’t even register as a bug in her eye.
She says hi every now and then. Boy, what a freaking ride it is every time I see her. You’d think everything was timed just accordingly, that destiny is playing us a trick, or at the very least me which is more likely, I feel like God’s butt joke when it comes to her. God, why her like, you know?
I see her everywhere. And I still think am not good enough for her.
Just today I thought I saw her. Which is to say more than I usually see her.
I always carry her in me. I really don’t understand that. I question that insistence.
Hard to believe that I don’t want to be in love with her. Really.
Entretengamos la noción de que podría aceptar la idea de que sería posible estar con ella y que todo sería como yo quisiera que todo terminase, o sea, en un él y en un ella y así, los dos pues.
Pero dejemonos de fantasias.
Why not abandon the whole fucking idea. Like a monk abandoning the flesh.
You know how everything looks better & indie in NY with a little help from Hollywood?
A eso se le llama un culture crash.
Lo peor de todo es que sé que ella no es ni como me la pinto.
– He gritado tu nombre mil veces, aún así ni un pelo te he tocado, a pesar de que guardo una camisa que me hace verme gordo y que le tocó ser parte del único abrazo que he recibido de ti.
*** If I could be that guy instead of me I’d never let you down *** by EELS – That Look You Give That Guy – with Padma Lakshmi
If only the past was a console. What a trip that would be. A joystick to move back and forth in time.
à la Great Gatsby: a luxury of affordance of time. Were we can afford to go backwards in time.
Question is if she is moving to me or I am to her.
Or Am I just imagining her as I want her to be?
I guess the only way to break the spell is to talk to her.
Of course I will not.
Is she the girl that is to last a thousand years? Or am I drowning in my own thoughts just so I can get away from her?