In.Li.Fe.Berlin08

She adored Berlin. She could feel the air each morning when the small shops showed their mercancies in the street. She dressed in her best clothes to take a walk near Unter den Linden. Not, too long.

She adored Berlin. She sentimentalized the city. For she, Berlin was a mirror of an extraordinary sexuality and intelectual power. Oh not. But I want to sell books. I can not lie.

She could hear the voice of Marlene Dietrich singing in the air of each little cabaret, she was the authentic mirror of an extraordinary appeareance of decadence and...not, not this is horrible.

She adored Berlin and she knew that she would hear U2 singing "one" always that she drove a car.

Then the girl tooked the book finally. Nobody else was there, but however she could see herself.

1. _{Never listen to Cousteau and then go to sleep, it  only bring melancholy.}
2. _{Never listen to Led Zeppelin when you have to work seriously, it is only a subterfuge to hide from responsabilities. After The inmigrant song, you want another, and another, and another more.}
3. _{Never think twice about what you wish. The next step is running after the wish until you are trapped.}
4. _{Never blame the lack of time, or the lack of time will be an excuse to waste your time.}
5. _{Never looked at the past like if it could bring the answers, or you will find the same mistakes again.}
6. _{Never say...never.}
7. _{Do not steal.}
8. _{Santify las fiestas.}
9. _{Bless the name of the rose and the name of your favourite cities.}
10. _{Watch more cinema.}

My choice of photographs is in clear decadence...sorry about that

The girl was having a cup of tea, comfortable sitting in her armchair, her green eyes looked through a window placed in the depth of the dark room. The sun appeared like a Star of Gamma Rays. I do not know what time we are speaking about, it could be a future from Stanislaw Lem, or it could be the End of the World.  There was a smile hidden in her lips, something like an expression of melancholy, I have seen it before. I know it, only in people who do not know how to deal with the emotions. She was dressed in red, and she listened in the distance to the music of a mexican party. The noise did not disturb her, but it was not nice to hear anyway. Then she started to think. And this is what it happened after.

In front of the house, five minutes walking, there was the sea. First she went out and second she managed to find the keys to close the house. She locked carefully, and found a mexican boy in the ladders. He told her something about the red of her skirt. Then she thought that he was drunk and she did not say anything. But when he tried to follow her until the door of the building, she felt a bit angry. Then she felt the wish of violence, but it was so repressed, and she felt so impotent because of the constation of a weakness, than the mexican boy began to feel afraid. There were two persons, unable to speak or to make anything except to stare themselves. The girl was faster. She decided to take him like company. She putted her hand on his, and opened the door finally. The boy looked like a young teenager, under the light of the dying sun, and he started to run in another direction when the girl began to walk. She realized why. That night, it was full moon, and she had a little problem with the moon, in the sense of the vampire legend and all that stuff, it was her secret, now we know it, now we know it.

The only problem was that she could not avoid to feel a bit hungry that kind of nights. She touched her teeth, and exactly, there were them, the two littles canines. But except for the phisical change, nothing looked to be a problem, she was vegetarian, like the vampire duck of Thames river. "Bat blood. I will bring it".

Her goal was to arrive to the sea, and the night was clear enough to show the majestuosity of the Mediterranean nature in front of her eyes. It was the Mediterranean sea, indeed. Is there a better sea? I do not think so.

Once in the beach, she runned to the sand, where she played like a child, during hours and hours. At the next morning, the seagulls found a beatiful red skirt, abandoned in the middle of the beach.

The girl was also a siren.

Hola amiguitos, hej...

I have found an incredible decision from an extraordinary girl with super natural powers. She exists and I know her from Berlin. Only three of lines about it. She got pregnant and like she had not finished her studies and she has not an economical position, she refused to be a mother. Can anybody imagine this choice, a pair of generations ago? When the normality was to refuse to the career in order to have a baby. She made the change.

No es la ansiedad de la juventud, no es la impaciencia de la edad, no es la curiosidad por lo desconocido. Es otra cosa que no sé qué es. Es otra cosa que no sé qué es. Ni las estrellas en el cielo negro, ni el primer rayo de sol que mañana llegará a mi ventana. Me gusta no entender ni una palabra. Me gustaría que durara para siempre.

I’ve got a picture in my room, in my room.
I will return there I presume, it should be soon.
The greatest irony of all, shoot the wall.
It’s not so glamorous at all, all, all, all...

This is not Hollywood, like I understood.
Is not Hollywood.

Those men who bravely walked through the water, those men who made me travel through the ocean, during the night, in a train which crossed the silent night of Lund, without an end, those men...J., R., V., A.,...

The lonely the only...

Als das Kind Kind war,
wußte es nicht, daß es Kind war,
alles war ihm beseelt,
und alle Seelen waren eins.
(léase con voz lenta.)
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful, and all souls were one.

Who can dominate the polar cold?

How to dominate the brave sea?

Nights and days without end,

in my wild old land.

Berlin rains. The city rains. It rains, over you and me. Rain falls, from the gry sky, it does not stop. Today I have seen the cave of the sun. I hope the sky will bring it back. Traducción libre de Duncan Dhu. Y tus pupilas brillarán...