Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me TRUTH.


26 de febrero de 2015

LIKE CRAZY

Anna: I just have to say one thing and it's pretty important that you just listen to me. I just...it doesn't feel like this...this thing is gonna go away, it's always there. I can't...I can't get on with my life.
Jacob: We agreed!
Anna: I know, Jacob. But the things that we have with each other that...that I don't have with any other person. With any other human being apart from you. We should be with each other, and I feel it so strongly, and I feel like it's right for us.



11 de septiembre de 2014

Is there anybody out there?

 Me siento a punto de estallar. Últimamente tengo ganas de llorar y patalear por todo, lo cual se siente raro porque hace mucho que no lloro en serio, al menos no adelante de los demás. Antes me la pasaba dando lástima, no podía contenerme, simplemente me largaba a llorar en medio de la multitud. Quería que alguien me viera. 
 Pero un día, no sé cuándo, paré. Dejé de hablar de mí con los otros, me volví dura, desinteresada, insensible. Me dejé. 
 Pasaron varios años, el tiempo corre. Ahora que hice una pausa y estoy mirando a mi alrededor no entiendo nada de lo que está pasando. No tengo ni idea de quién soy ni donde estoy parada. Antes me odiaba, ahora no me reconozco. Me dejé y creo que todos se dieron cuenta de eso. Tengo la intención de cambiar, de quererme un poco más, de volver a vivir para algo, por algo. El tema es que sé que no lo puedo hacer sola y los últimos años me dediqué incansablemente a esconderme de las personas. No hice ni un amigo nuevo y los viejos...a los viejos los quiero mucho pero a veces creo que ellos tampoco me reconocen. La verdad es que me volví aburrida. Estar conmigo es o incómodo o aburrido o básicamente es como acostarse en el diván de una terapeuta mediocre. Existo para escuchar los problemas de los demás y dar consejos que ya sé que nadie va a seguir pero me encanta saber que tengo razón. Vivo hablando de mil pelotudeces que al parecer solo a mí me importan con tanta efusividad como que descubrí una peli de Vanessa Hudgens que no es una total estupidez (de hecho es bastante seria, mirala, se llama "Gimme Shelter") o que Robert Downey Jr. una vez sacó un disco y canta sarpado ( y ni hablar de que cantó con su amigo Sting en vivo). Abuso demasiado de la ironía y de auto-chistes sobre mi aspecto físico, etc. Cuando pienso en eso, cuando vuelvo a mi casa después de salir con amigos, no hay vez que no me sienta sapo de otro pozo, no hay vez que no esté de acuerdo con que soy insoportable y pesada y que no sienta que los demás probablemente piensen lo mismo.      
 El punto es que me escondí tanto porque no quería saber nada más conmigo que ahora me la paso teniendo conversaciones sobre los demás, la gente me pregunta como estoy y cuando empiezo a contarles automáticamente cambian de tema, me la paso repitiendo lo que ya dije mil veces. No puede ser que nada de lo que yo digo quede en la memoria. No puede ser casualidad, o yo estoy hablando muy bajito o los demás no me escuchan. Ojo no culpo a nadie, yo me ocupé de que las cosas sean así. Últimamente siento que la gente me mira como si yo fuese un bicho raro, como si me tuviesen lástima.
 Estoy cansada. Quisiera poder ser yo, si supiese quién soy. Quisiera que alguien me alcance un micrófono y empezar a decir todo lo que se me cruce por la cabeza, sin filtro, sin careta. Soy bastante así, suelo decir lo que pienso porque cada vez que voy a mentir me siento poco original, odio cuando todos usan las mismas frases, cuando todos están bien, cuando todos aman tal cosa, odio cuando la gente es poco original. Pero el mundo es así, y por eso siento todo el fucking tiempo que tengo que borrar mi forma de ser en general porque debo estar "quedando mal". Por eso siento que tengo que meter panza, depilarme las cejas, comprarme ropa (odio comprar ropa), estirar mis nuevos zapatos para no parecer una morsa en ellos, pintarme, saber sobre todo, no hablar demasiado, estar siempre preparada y tener un arsenal de mecanismos de defensa listos por si todo sale mal. Todo esto lo hago porque el mundo me demostró que si soy yo nadie me va a dar bola, nadie me va a querer (al menos no a largo plazo). Hay una parte de mí que quiere cambiar para poder encajar y finalmente ser feliz y otra bastante testaruda que me dice que me quede así y que si no me quieren así allá ellos. Uno podría pensar que tengo razón, pero una vez más el mundo me demostró que no es así. No lo entiendo, quizá nunca lo entienda.  

28 de julio de 2014

INTERVIEWS II


- What do you wanted to do back then?

- I wanted to take everything from him, leave him bankrupt and then take a bath in my Jacuzzi, drink champagne and laugh about it.

-Did you achieve that desire?

- Mostly I did, yes, except for the part where I started drinking whisky instead of champagne. I think I needed to fill the emptiness the divorce had left me. I know that’s the cliché of separation but it is also a very real issue.

- And was whisky working good?


- For a couple of months it did but after it all became a much bigger problem I ended up at AA talking about my ex-husband dropping all his dirty clothes all over the floor while he was actually banging his much younger girlfriend.

C.

INTERVIEWS I


-My lawyer gave her the papers and marked the places that needed to be signed and she looked at me like she always does in this kind of situations...melancholically, and then she thought about the divorce, touched her lips with the expensive pen I bought for her last year and then she just...signed the papers and that was all.

- So... you still loved each other back then?

- I think she always find it hard to let the past things go. I'm not saying there wasn't love between us...I'm just saying that in that moment she realized that I had become part of the past.

- I understand...so, why didn't you became friends?

- Because she was the love of my life and then she wasn't anymore. I think... mostly because we grew apart. In some way we are friends. We loved each other like crazy and someday we realized something was missing and we agreed to separate in good terms and then we let the other one be. I think that is friendship.

- The last question...what do you miss the most?

- I miss her as an all... but I like to miss it, if that makes any sense.

- It does, thank you. 
C.

5 de julio de 2014


Esta peli me encanta, la vi como diez veces y ademas me pone de buen humor. Hermosa imagen, música, guión, todo...
PRIDE & PREJUDICE



24 de mayo de 2014

SCRIPTS l

-I mean I know I can have a life, a career and be the best, but I know that will not be enough. I want to have someone by mi side; I don’t want to be use like I been before. I need someone who needs me. I want to share my life with somebody. Share it only with me is just so sad. So I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think I can go through life…expecting. Sometimes I think that I will never find him. Sometimes I think maybe God or whoever’s pulling the strings has decided or made a mistake and he is just not out there. Maybe it is just me. There’s no other half, there’s no perfect match for me. That’s what scares me the most. But you know…I’ll be fine, I’ll be ok. I‘ll look back and laugh.

-You don’t have to be tough.

-Oh…yes I have. Otherwise I’m dead. But if I’m going to accept this I want to really embrace it. I mean shutting all the doors. I will never ever ever trust anyone again.

-Well…that's certainly a good way to die.

C.

12 de enero de 2014

ASLEEP

I hear all this voices. People asking desperately for help. All the yelling…

It makes me think I am crazy.

All the time I live with the feeling something is necessarily going wrong. That some tragedy is about to happen. That is only a matter of time.
I had my own personal tragedies but these ones are not alike. They track me down. They are going to find me. I live knowing this, I feel it, I hear it in my head.

When I’m falling asleep, while I’m hearing some music, I have to stop it because I’m practically sure there’s someone screaming or so.

I guess I’m afraid of these things because is very possible for them to happen. I certainly didn’t think all the crap that happened to me was actually going to happen, but it did.

I don’t want to live like this. I don’t want the first thing I come up with every time the phone rings is that someone I love is dead, or kidnapped, or committed suicide.

Why can’t you save anybody?


I want to start living, mostly because is getting to late for me already. I feel like I’m being anchored to a pile of sad shit. Everybody has moved on, it wasn’t easy, but they all have. I can’t move. I can’t do what I love or what I think I love. I can’t do what I’m supposed to do either. I’m drowning in my own self, with the voices living in my mind, just wondering ¿When it’s going to be my time?  

26 de diciembre de 2013

The Romantics (2010)

T- I owe you an apology.
L- It's okay. Don't talk about it.
T- Soy you forgive me?
L- I wouldn't push your luck. You know, heads up would have been nice...you know, nothing major, just...just a quick e-mail. You know, "Hey, Laura. Hey. I saw you last night and countless others over the last ten years and not excluding the four years we dated in collage and the year we got back together to try again, and the handful times we've slept together since. But you know that Lila and I are together now and though I've struggled endlessly with this predicament, we both know the inevitable so don't be surprised when she calls you and asks you to be her maid of honor". Although, you know what? There's another approach. It's less direct, but same effect. "Hey Laura, great seeing you last night. Great movie, great meal, great sex. But the problem is...greatness makes me sick. I'll see you at the wedding". You know, on the other hand...I mean...look, ten years of a loving friendship, sporadic incredible sex, scattered with nights so fun they explained the evolutionary purpose of talking! Not to mention the time that we clocked together, listening to music, driving with no destination. I guess this beautiful mess is best ended without notification. Probably better.
T- I'm sorry.
L- Don't be, it was a gift. An act of cowardice so complete disqualifies a person from consideration.
T- I tried to do what I thought it was right okay? It's not like I came at this lightly.
L- Oh, no...
T- Laura, you're the one who broke up with me.
L- Oh, fuck you!
T- Laura, we were seniors in collage!
L- Don't even start.
T- What did you want to do? Get married at 21? What is this? 1950?
L- No, it isn't.
T- We were too far apart! I was trying to finish my dissertation, practically living in the library! You were doing God knows what in New York City, fending off your hipster boyfriends!
L- If you are gonna patronize me, try to think of something a little more original.
T- We gave it a collage try out, Laura.
L- Yeah, we did.
T- It was an accident of timing.
L- Wow. And let me guess. Your proposal was an accident too? You got the wrong woman? Give me a freaking break.
T- You know what? What difference does it make? Just stop talking.
L- Yeah, you know what? I think that would be a very good idea.
T- Come here. Listen to me. I was a lifeguard in high-school, remember?
L- Yeah, I remember.
T- It was my favorite summer job.
L- You and every other guy in America.
T- I would sit in that chair itching to get out, dying to get into the water. And after eight hours my shift would end and I would make a break for it. But as soon I get into the water the strangest thing happened: I would start to panic.
L- Ambivalence is a disease, you know. An actual mental illness.
T- That’s not funny.
L- Let me guess, when you were a kid you would order chocolate ice cream, then immediately wish you’d gotten vanilla?
T- That’s not what I’m talking about.
L- No, I get it. You’re torn between two women.
T- What I’m trying to say is… I’m afraid of the ocean.
L- I’ll remember that the next time I swim on your cock.
T- You think you have some kind of special gift for knowing what’s in my heart.
L- No! No, I think we both do for each other!
T- Has it occurred to you that I need a woman like Lila?
L- What kind of woman is that?
T- I don’t know. Somebody happy.
L- Meaning numb.
T- Somebody practical.
L- Meaning busy.
T- Confident.
L- Meaning rich.
T- Somebody stable, who doesn’t have to tear others down to build themselves back up!
L- Oh, so in other words you’re polar opposite!
T- Yeah, maybe.
L- Well, haven’t you heard? Opposites attract and then bore each other to death!
T- Boring is better than maddening.
L- I’d rather die of excitement.
T- Hey!
L- What?!...Do you remember that paper, junior year?
T- Yeah, of course. “The Hopeless Romantics: Misconceptions of a Movement”.
L- Yeah, only you could start a 50 page paper the night before.
T- And still get an A.
L- Because I wrote it.
T- You maybe wrote half of it.
L- “Ode to a nightingale. A love song to inspiration”.
T- The Romantics weren’t writing about love, they were writing about religion.
L- Then, I’m not sure I know the difference. “Forlorn! The very word is like a bell, tolling me back from thee to my sole self!” What’s the next line?
T- I can’t remember.
L- Liar.
T- “Anybody can make a big romantic gesture. The question is, what happens after?” Do you remember? Do you remember what you said to me that night?
L- Yeah, I remember everything.
T- So, what did you say?
L- I said it was the perfect night.
T- You said it was the perfect night.
L- So?
T- So? How do I top that?
L- We had so much fun!
T- We had so much fun!
L- So what’s the problem with that?
T- The problem is every time we had one of these amazing nights, I would wake up the next morning in a freaking panic! So why don’t we spare each other a life of disappointment and get with somebody else?
L- That’s the weakest excuse I’ve ever heard! Just say it! Just say you’re in love with Lila!  
T- Do you want me to say I want to marry you? That I will spend the next 50 years regretting this very moment?
L- You inspired me!
T- You inspired me too.
L- Then we’re supposed to be together.
T- I know.
L- I’m gonna go and I’m gonna tell everyone you’re okay.
T- But I’m not, I’m not okay.
L- You chose this.
(She walks away).




5 de diciembre de 2013

ABOUT PESSIMISM

I

Estaba viendo esta película y me largué a llorar como una nena...se llama "Submarine" y cuenta la historia de un adolescente que no tiene ni la menor idea de quién es. Básicamente eso es la adolescencia, es todo aquello que no sabemos sobre nosotros mismos. No sabemos quiénes somos, ni por qué vinimos al mundo, ni lo difícil que es ser adulto, no sabemos lo que es la responsabilidad, ni el amor, ni como se supone que debemos comportarnos. No sabemos por qué hacemos la mayoría de las cosas que hacemos, ni que somos capaces de herir a alguien. 
Mi punto es que hay gente que nunca se da cuenta de esto y vive su vida como le sale porque esa es la manera en la que debería ser. Pero hay otra gente que un desgraciado día lo nota. Ya no hay vuelta atrás, no se puede olvidar algo así. Un día tus papás se separan, tu perro se muere, tu novia te deja y ya no se puede volver como si no hubiese pasado nada. Es como si al romperse el corazón de alguien mágicamente se le otorgara la habilidad de ver a los demás corazones rotos y...son muchos, casi impensados. ¿Qué pasaría si se hiciese un censo mundial para estimar la cantidad de corazones rotos que existen?
Me hubiese gustado que de chica alguien me advirtiese: "Sos lo que sos, lo vas a seguir siendo en diferentes versiones. Tu entorno va a cambiar, vas a crecer, un día te va a llegar tu primer factura impaga pero vos vas a seguir siendo básicamente vos". Soy una versión nueva de mi misma y no es como todos creen que va a ser "cuando sean grandes". No te convertís en un abogado exitoso o en una fotógrafa experimental reconocida. Sos vos leyendo libros y más libros, sacando fotos creativas, sos vos, no es alguien más. No sé si me explico...un día estás sentado en la escuela, al otro en la facultad, al otro en la oficina, al otro en la cola del pami y sos la misma persona y el tiempo...se te murió de risa en la cara.
La peli empieza con la voz en off del pibe: "Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there's no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing's wrong". Yo pensé "most people"...el otro porcentaje de gente vive sabiendo que su vida no significa nada. Yo me considero parte de ese grupo de inadaptados sociales. Sé que mientras escribo esto hay mucha gente muriendo de hambre, que no importa si dejo la canilla abierta por horas porque es muy poco probable que muera de sed cuando existen cosas como el cáncer, los malos conductores o las alergias. También se que las medias naranjas o las almas gemelas no existen, que mucha gente en el mundo le sigue dando poder a la iglesia, que nunca voy a saber realmente si llegamos o no a la luna, que a la mayoría de la gente (por no decir toda) no le importa "el otro". 
Seguramente piensen que soy pesimista pero la verdad es que vivo soñando. Sueño que un día voy a terminar la carrera y voy a ayudar a alguien, sueño que voy a encontrar a mi otra mitad, tengo la esperanza de que algún día voy a sentirme cómoda en presencia de...el resto del mundo, que la vida finalmente va a ser como las películas.
Pesimismo:
  1. Propensión a ver y juzgar las cosas en su aspecto más desfavorable.
  2. Sistema filosófico que consiste en atribuir al universo la mayor imperfección posible.
Puede que algo de eso me suene familiar pero... ¿no es esa la esencia misma de la vida?, ¿no vinimos al mundo como mortales?, ¿no llegamos desde un principio ya condenados? Si es así, y sé que es así, entonces no estaría siendo nada menos que realista. 
Me vuelvo irreal cuando sueño despierta. 
Necesito un café.

C.




PROZAC NATION (1994)





Si estas mal, deprimido/a, a punto de patear la silla, etc., lee este libro y date cuenta que hay gente que está igual o mucho peor que vos. Para mi este tipo de textos salvan.
Hasta ahora mi libro favorito. Lo siento grandes escritores, I'm so mundane.   

Ah! y luego vean la peli:


(2001)


Bye