Florencia Costales — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 01:33:46 +0000

throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

Florencia Costales — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 22:59:12 +0000

I feed off the weakness with all my love

Florencia Costales — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 20:49:29 +0000

Take me to that place that I call home, take away the strains of being lonely, take me to the tracks at Christie Road (…) If there’s one thing that I need that makes me feel complete, so I go to Christie Road…It’s home…

Last of the American girls

Florencia Costales — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 04:36:35 +0000

She puts her makeup on
like graffiti on the walls of the heartland
She’s got her little book of conspiracies
right in her hand
She is paranoid like
endangered species headed into extinction
She is one of a kind
She’s the last of the American girls

She wears her overcoat
for the coming of the nuclear winter
She is riding her bike
like a fugitive of critical mass
She’s on a hunger strike
for the ones who won’t make it for dinner
She makes enough to survive
for a holiday of working class

She’s a runaway of the establishment incorporated
She won’t cooperate
She’s the last of the American girls

She plays her vinyl records
singing songs on the even of destruction
She’s a sucker for
all the criminals breaking the laws
She will come in first
for the end of the western civilization
She’s an endless war
like a hero for the lost cause
Like a hurricane
in the heart of the devastation
she’s a natural disaster
She’s the last of the American girls

No te detengas

Florencia Costales — Sat, 29 May 2010 05:40:27 +0000

No dejes que termine el día sin haber crecido un poco,
sin haber sido feliz, sin haber aumentado tus sueños.
No te dejes vencer por el desaliento.
No permitas que nadie te quite el derecho a expresarte,
que es casi un deber.
No abandones las ansias de hacer de tu vida algo extraordinario.
No dejes de creer que las palabras y las poesías
sí pueden cambiar el mundo.
Pase lo que pase nuestra esencia está intacta.
Somos seres llenos de pasión.
La vida es desierto y oasis.
Nos derriba, nos lastima,
nos enseña,
nos convierte en protagonistas
de nuestra propia historia.
Aunque el viento sople en contra,
la poderosa obra continúa:
Tu puedes aportar una estrofa.
No dejes nunca de soñar,
porque en sueños es libre el hombre.
No caigas en el peor de los errores:
el silencio.
La mayoría vive en un silencio espantoso.
No te resignes.
Huye.
“Emito mis alaridos por los techos de este mundo”,
dice el poeta.
Valora la belleza de las cosas simples.
Se puede hacer bella poesía sobre pequeñas cosas,
pero no podemos remar en contra de nosotros mismos.
Eso transforma la vida en un infierno.
Disfruta del pánico que te provoca
tener la vida por delante.
Vívela intensamente,
sin mediocridad.
Piensa que en ti está el futuro
y encara la tarea con orgullo y sin miedo.
Aprende de quienes puedan enseñarte.
Las experiencias de quienes nos precedieron
de nuestros “poetas muertos”,
te ayudan a caminar por la vida
La sociedad de hoy somos nosotros:
Los “poetas vivos”.
No permitas que la vida te pase a ti sin que la vivas …

the end

Florencia Costales — Thu, 27 May 2010 22:49:46 +0000

Jack: Where are we, dad?

Christian: This is the place that you all made together so that you could find one another. The most important part of your life was the time that you spent with these people. That’s why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them and they needed you.

Jack: For what?

Christian: To remember and let go.

Jack: Kate. She said we were leaving.

Christian: Not leaving, no. Moving on.

Jack: Where are we going?

Christian: Let’s go find out.

Florencia Costales — Fri, 21 May 2010 15:49:49 +0000

Tenía la edad aquella en que la certeza caduca, y de pronto al mirar el mar vi que el mar brillaba con un brillar de noctilucas. Algo de aquel asombro debió anunciarme que llegarías, pues yo desde mis escombros al igual que el mar sentí que fosforecía. Supe sin entenderlo de tu alegría anticipada, un día entenderás que habla de ti esta canción encandilada. Brilla noctiluca, un punto en el mar oscuro, donde la luz se acurruca.

http://goear.com/listen/752931c/noctiluca-jorge-drexler

Shiny Happy People

Florencia Costales — Sat, 15 May 2010 19:11:09 +0000

It’s a common belief that positive thinking leads to a happier, happier life. As children, we’re told to smile, be cheerful and put on a happy face. As adults we’re told to look on the bright side, make lemonade and see glasses half full. Sometimes reality can get in our way of the ability to act the happy part though. Your health can fail, boyfriends can cheat, friends can disappoint. It’s in the moments when you just want to get real, drop the act and be your true, scared, unhappy self.

Ask most people what they want out of life and the answer is simple…to be happy. Maybe it’s this expectation of wanting to be happy that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state of bliss, the more confused we get to the point where we don’t recognize ourselves. Instead we just keep smiling, trying to be the happy people we once were until eventually it hits us…it’s been there all along. Not in dreams or hopes, but in the known. The comfortable. The familiar.

(♥…)

Florencia Costales — Wed, 12 May 2010 02:56:41 +0000

Roberto Benigni sobre “El tigre y la nieve”…
“La película es el resultado de mi deseo de hacerla. No había ninguna idea tras ello; sólo el sentido del amor. Los protagonistas sienten el anhelo del amor; la mayor, más subversiva y revolucionaria fuerza en el mundo. Es el resultado de mi deseo de hacer una película tan pura como la nieve, tan feroz como el tigre.”

How insensitive

Florencia Costales — Mon, 10 May 2010 00:55:40 +0000

The skin is the largest organ in the body. It protects us, holds us together, literally lets us know what we are feeling. Skin can be soft and vulnerable, highly sensitive, easy to break. Skin doesn’t matter to a surgeon. He’ll cut right through it, go inside, find out the secrets underneath. It takes delicacy and sensitivity.

No matter how thick-skinned we try to be, there’s millions of electrified nerve endings in there, open and exposed and feeling way too much. Try as we might to keep from feeling pain, sometimes it’s just unavoidable. Sometimes that’s the only thing left. Just feeling.