My secret hideout

There is a little place inside my soul. A little warm place, not very large. There is a cumulus of hide smiles and secretly locked. Time cannot run. Feelings do not lapse.

A place like this only can exist into my body, deep in my skin, where you cannot infect it. Because if you reach that place someday it would be my last attempt. My last couple of strenght.

My little paradise is my only secret, a secret that no-one would ever know if they don't read this. The other secrets are perfectly known. They were thoght to be silent but they shout very loud; sometimes I can help be horrified by their howl. How cannot they listen it? It is true that nobody knew that? I think it was so clear... So clear... But these secrets had expired because I am too tired to still fight on.

My paradise is near to became nothing, to become extinct, and the only thing I want to achieve is conserve it because it is the last part of me. Me... Strange word. Strange person who I don't know yet.

All my tryings have been destroyed like they weren't so hard. Like I didn't put my life in them. How can my castle of sand be destroyed if I tried to built it very far from your waves? But your sea is very powerful. And it sweeps away everything.

I thought I was the only shipwrecked, however, I can now see it isn't true. Shipwrecked's absolutism; live as you can, because you will not live if you just stay sited. Your waves are reaching coast and my heart needs to stop beating for a moment. It is very tired. Beat and beat without a flame of life inside an empty body, like if you try to catch water between your fingers. Like if you try to catch the air, who is running away; your airstreams are so strong and I am just a leaf who is flying with the eyes closed.

My little place cannot be flown away. My little place cannot be destroyed. I hope you will listen to my voice when the wind would calm your huffy waves, when the coast will be in silent because you would have destroyed everything there. Silent everywhere, hearts that don't want to beat anymore. You stopped them. You will have to turn them on. But that won't be easy, you know?

I tryied to turn on a heart too; but I failed.

My future tattoo

Yes, I want to tattoo. It is something forever but I have something which is going to stay forever with me too: my passion fot music. Yes, it is not because I play the piano and the guitar and I want to play the violin too (ye, it is for it, but for something more deep); it is because I love music. Music made ​​me feel things more intense than what I've come to feel without it...

I don't know how to express it but I feel that music can really settle into ourselves and churn our stomach, bowels and heart...

What I want to tattoo is that:

Yes, a treble clef :)

I want to tattoo it in the back of my ear, well, near my hair and my neck. You know? Emmmm, like thiw original Wally:

But slightly below. It is amazing, right? Wally tattoo I mean hahhaa.

Well, what do you think about my idea? I think that a treble clef is perfect because is the universal symbol of music and it is quite nice.

I love music, that is what it is. I would not repent never about that so, it is perfect for a tattoo. Music will be always in me hahahah, very approached to my ear, so I can listen to it... Nice...

:)

What you think? Do you like my idea about this tattoo? I want it for my birthday :)

Do you like tattoos? I like them, but only if they are very original, and little, of course. A detail in our skin. Just a detail. Treble clef would be perfect...

Just comment or something! ;)

Another questions I question

I saw the success it has the last term, so I will repeat this post because it is so great to reflect a little piece of our worries in questions that, maybe somebody read one day and can tell us the answers...


It is entirely true that no one forgets a failure but they are really unable to remember a good deed too?

Why dead people can't be remembered as they were? We always forget the exact shade of their hair, how was the contact of their fingers in our shoulders...

Why people use to say "shy" to someone who doesn't trust anyone the first time he/he meets him/her?

Why we always look for something we cannot understand? Can an excess of curiosity be a problem? Why?

We have ourselfs when we have nothing to lose?

Why Coldplay doesn't come to Barcelona to make a concert if they go to Madrid?

Why I cannot talk with people who is dead to know more about them? Maybe they are more interesting than someones I meet in this time... Dead people are the most interesting! Because you cannot know more about them than what they let here.

If I am a good person why everybody stares at me like I am a strange one?

What a pitty, they said, but they really feel it?

Can we have a place when we can be what we really are?

Can someone be our partner forever?

Does existence have a sense?

Why I cannot end anything I really want to end?

Why all I want to stop is always runing on?

How can I stop a bomb which is invisible?

What I have to study?

Am I good in something? (I mean, really good)

We are a couple of experience or an empty glass?

Why am I writting this if I have to study Art History for tomorrow's exam?

Why someone tries to hide something which is shouting: hey, there, look at me!

Why we tend to hide what we really are? Is that because we are afraid of people?


Why we cry then we are sad?

Can a smile avoid a storm?

Can a star disappear while I am writting this?

Why I feel so strange when I get up and my glasses aren't near me bed?

Why I always forget a great idea I am about to say it?

Why me brain works faster that my hands or my mouth when I try to explain something and the words are so weightless?

Why I usually tend to look at a mirror and think: "here are you, my little friend"?

Can we wear a mask forever?

Would you comment on this post please?????????

Thank you all!

Mozart's Requiem

I supposed everybody has heard the Requim of Mozart. It is just amazing, I mean, the culmination of an uncompleated life. Mozart thought that Death has asked to him to compose this Requiem (it wasn't, of course, it was a servant of a lord who wanted to say that he had written it). Mozart really believed that this man in a black cape was Death who came to ask him to compose his own Requim, the Requiem for his death.

He thought someone had poisoned him because he started to feel bad... Then he became more and more tired and he die with his family in his house. He even wrote his Requiem dying. Her sister said that his last "words" were the hum of drums of his Requiem...

That is one of the mysterious of the history... How really died Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart? We will never know it... Was it poisoned? By Salieri, maybe?

All I know is that the Requiem is a exceptional, amaizing work of art and I really it. It cringes me...

I will let you here three famous parts of his Requiem which I love so much. Listen to them because they are just incredible...The voices, the violins, how it is composed... Really nice...

I always ask about Mozart, about his feelings before he died, what he thoght about his Requiem, about Death who was coming to him... Really creepy....

Lacrimosa is a part of the Requiem I love since the moment I first listen to it (also all the Requiem, of course)... It is very special to me, I have listen to it thousand of times.... "Lacrimosa" appears in my novel The portrait of Pandora, it is the art gallery in Florence when she meets Gabriel (the son of the owner).

Dies Irae is translated "Days of wrath" so you can imagine the power it has. That's so amazing, the hearts stops beating from the beginning of this "Dies irae, dies illa..." Wonderful!

Rex Tremendae Majestatis...Ooooh I really love it! The beginning is also wonderful! Amazing! How the vocals fit perfectly and the first violins...WOW Soo creepy... How can somebody compose such a perfect work? Incredible...

I am a fan... A totally fan of Mozart's Requiem

God is dead, and Nietzsche too

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (October 15, 1844 – August 25, 1900) was a German philosopher, poet, composer and classical philologist. He wrote critical texts on religion, morality, contemporary culture, philosophy and science, displaying a fondness for metaphor, irony and aphorism.

His thought are about existentialism, nihilism and postmodernism. His key ideas include the death of God, perspectivism, the Übermensch, amor fati, the eternal recurrence, and the will to power. Central to his philosophy is the idea of "life-affirmation", which involves an honest questioning of all doctrines that drain life's expansive energies, however socially prevalent those views might be.

I think that the philosophy of Nietzsche is very interesting. I love this character and I had look for a lot of information about him, I have seen a film (which I didn't like a lot...), I have listen to the music he composed, in Philosophy we had studied him (although not all), so I had read some of his ideas and I find his ideas interesting...

I feel that he was a misunderstood man, in some way, but then I think that there is a lot of people that thinks like him. Me for example, in some of his ideas (not all). But, even if you don't agree with him, that make you think about it. He writes exceptional! I love it, the metaphors he uses... The ideas he express, how he does it.

Well, he is a very interesting character, his life, the menage a trois avec Lou Salome and his best friend...

I think that the quote "God is dead" is a very revolutionary one. It is fantastic! Nietzsche shows in a sentence that his society has changed to the point that nobody would have the necessity to believe in God. God now hasn't the necessity to be, because he now doesn't rule the world. But then... Who rules it? Who decides what to do? How to do it? Modern times have changed everything, and we have the opportunity to walk our way wherever we want. But that is not so easy...

Nietzsche believes that he has the task to teach the Humanity to open its eyes and start to find a new way to control itselfs. "Man is something that must be overcome", thats his Übermensch, the Superman ( el Superhombre, el Súperhome). I though it was amazing when I read it. I am about read Thus spoke Zarathustra in two weeks, so I can know something more about his philosophy.

God is dead, and Nietzsche too. Nothing is forever. What a pitty, because it would be sooooo nice to meet Friedrich Nietzsche.

Hope you comment something,  don't you think it is interesting??¿?¿¿?

Here there is a nice song by Nietzsche. I love it, but you have to listen to it twice because you will then understand more and more. Someones hoped (and still hope) that he wasn't a good composer, that he was a bad musician... But I think it was good, special. And I think he might be a nice pianist.

He was totally a romantic character...

"Life without music would be a mistake"- Friedrich Nietzsche.

My glog about "My books"

http://www.glogster.com/andrealopezn/resume-glog-by-andrealopezn-my-books-/g-6liij56v9nbqr4836mou3a0

Here there is it! Love it! Glog is a new way to make that kind of lovely presentations! :)

I' ve tried to do it because of this blog! Try to understand that I stayed half an hour doing it hahahahaha... OMG, that is so sad. But it is lovely! Isn't it? :D

Well, here there is information about the novels I am writting and the one I have ended, but it is just like an advertisement, not a really detailed explanation.

My poetry blog

I write in a blog which is very nice. I invite you to go there and take a look:

http://pieldemarmol.blogspot.com.es/

It is in spanish but there is also some poems in english! There is also poems in catalan.

They are very strange poems, there are some which are only a sentence. But they are my thoughts in every moment. That blog is a new idea of this year because I was very estressed about the exams and I wanted some to disconnect about this.

If you go there tell me something because I really like people to tell me if they like or not the blog or the poems.

Any way, don't you think that if you tell me that you don't like it I would stop writting. No! Obviously not! That would encourage me to try to do it better (well, I am trying always to do it better but, you know... I would do it with more revenge feelings hahaha).

I love my poetry blog because I made a very attractive title with a photo of Eros and Psique (an incredible sculture of Antonio Canova). The name of the blog is Marmol skin. That can say a lot of things like: yeah, marmol skin of scultures... Obvious... But it can say too, for example: marmol skin, a person who is very introvert, who has a cold face but a warm heart. I don't know... Something like that. I love Marmol skin.

Well, tell me if you like it too. But wait a minute... Don't try to understand all the poems... Because you won't... They are very personal, but I hope someone would understand them someday...or not, I don't really mind. I write for me.

In this blog it is the poem I wrote for the Saint George's literary competicion (I won! I won the english prize! :D) It is it:

Cold

Insanity was a rule. Everybody abide that.
No one spoke.
Their lips where sewn because of their fear.
Fear was another rule.
And no power of decision too.
People died without speaking.

All they feel the last feeling silent.
Cold.

Would you comment it, please? :) Thank you!