But My Head...

How do you think of me?
Do yo see my face
when you're laying in bed at night?
How about my jokes
Do you remember those
Or the times that I made you smile?
How much space in that head of yours
Does my being occupy?
I count the days that I don't see you
I dread the ones I do
Those lips...
Tempting me every single time
But still so forbidden
Bad idea...
My brain says bad idea
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
But still not completely uncovered
It's telling me: "go ahead, do something!"
But my head...
I ought to stop thinking

#1

It's hard to look into your eyes
You make my heart beat faster
And I suddenly go blind
My mind flies away
I feel deinstitutionalised from my body
Everything I thought was right
Has gone away
I'm taking chances now
And there you are with that smile on your face
I've found a new way to love
Is it love?
Love the impossible
Love the imperfect perfection
Of your marked arms
Bruised memories
And fractal life
What have you done to me
To my continuous safe, static state of sentiment-free body?
You've revitalized everything
And there you are with that smile on your face
Not knowing this
Not knowing me
Not knowing me at all

Fugitives.

Me and Sara were fugitives from the law
Trying to get across US/Canada border
With guns on board
I was driving the car
Nervousness taking over
Sara was losing her mind
I could feel her worries entering my body
Passports being checked, we finally crossed over
I turned to the back seat
The weapons were right on sight
Right there, resting and waiting to be seen.
Rusty and old
Guns from the 1940's, maybe
Weren't they the ones my cousin had been trying to hide at my grandma's house?
How did they end up in my car?
Better yet, how could they not have seen them?
Sara smiled at me and I smiled back
Knowing that we were fugitives
Who got away right in front of their eyes.

A little bit of everything...

I don't know why but sometimes I just don't feel like writing or typing anything at all. And I haven't touched my guitar (except a couple days ago, I played about 5 minutes) in months and I feel like all my creativity has gone away somewhere and doesn't want to be found right now. Where are you, creative spirit?!
So much has happened, I've discovered so many new, amazing musicians. I've also come to terms with the fact that a lot of the artists that I admire are taking the "popular, famous" road of music and have disappointed me (I'm leaving names out because I don't want to start a discussion on those artists). It's not that they don't deserve being respected and known by everyone, but their artistic path has changed so much, and not feeling as identified with their music as I did before truly breaks my heart and makes me wonder if music really is temporary nowadays. Are my favorite musicians meant to put out a number of records (unbelievable, wonderful records) and then start doing more mainstream music in order to survive? I DON'T THINK SO, not anymore, I think. So why the hell are they making these decisions?! I can't fathom why... Money? Not according to what they've said in interviews in the last... 10 freaking years! So, why change now?
Don't get me wrong, their music is still amazing but compared to their last 5 records, it's just repetitive, meant-to-be-very-popular-music. Also, I don't think every record HAS to be perfect each and every time, but at least I expect them to be... honest. Is that the word? I don't know but, you know what I mean. So what, now every artist I admire will end up making a song for Twilight in the future?
Being disappointed by music/musicians really makes me want to curl on the floor and cry. And cry, and cry. But hey, enough of this.
I also discovered that I would LOVE to work at Spin Magazine in a (hopefully) very near future. Or maybe Alternative Press Magazine? Just an amazing music magazine like those.
The semester's almost over. I can't wait to finish all my projects and homework.
You know what, also? I've been drinking more coffee than usual. I used to drink one cup a day, now I drink 2 cups. But I guess it's still a acceptable consumption, hey?
Okay, I have to leave for now but I'll be back soon. Thanks for reading, if you still are.

xxoo
Cuca

Bubbles are funny... sometimes.

I think it was about two years ago that I was washing the dishes. I don't know what it was, maybe particles of dust in the air, the high quantity of salsa verde I had had during my meal, or maybe the soap I was washing the dishes with, but suddenly, I sneezed. And it was a very potent sneeze. My hands were wet and I only had a few dishes left, so I thought I could wait a minute to go blow my nose. BAD IDEA. In a microsecond I had a goo bubble up my nose. I don't think I've ever had a laughing attack like I did that day. I even cried from laughing. Every single time I inhaled the bubble would get smaller, then I exhaled and the bubble would get bigger. It was like it had a life of its own and it was trying to tell me something. But just as it came to life, it disappeared. In a microsecond I had bubble remains all over my cheeks and nose AND mouth. I proceeded with washing my face until no traces were left.
I don't know why I remembered that right now but I guess I need a little of that laughter in my life at this moment.

Soon...

I will post some stuff later today. I need to vent! Thanks if you're still reading :)

Rest In Peace Michael and Farrah.

Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett have passed away today, June 25, 2009.
It's a sad day for us who lived our whole childhood listening to Michael Jackson. I personally was never a big Farrah fan but I am aware of everything she's done and what an icon she was.
Michael represents countless nights of fun at my grandmother's house, dancing days with cousins (dressed as Michael, glove and all) and most of all memories of what once was my life.
I never stopped admiring Michael. Leave out all the rumors, weird situations, plastic surgery, etc., Michael was truly great and he will always have a special place in my heart.