Spare insights

Pffff

2010-07-04T03:44:00.004-05:00

Vale, ya tengo puro pajarito en mi blog!!! Qué significará eso?

--Pffffff pues no sé!

Cagado verdad?

--Sí, pero yo creo saber que significan...

:S Crees que él lo sepa?

--Obvio, es tu pinche stalker, lo había leído antes de que lo escribieras

jmmm... qué pendeja!

--De qué te asombras?

De eso pues, cómo no lo supe antes

--Fuiste predecible.

Nel, quise pensar que había privacidad, que soy libre!

--La libertad se acabó cuando publicaste en el blog.

Pffff...

Secrecy

2010-06-21T17:04:00.002-05:00

We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know both the power it confers and the burden it imposes. We learn how it can delight, give breathing space and protect.

Sissela Bok.

Adiós al CaraLibro (alias FB)

2010-06-17T20:10:00.002-05:00

Sí, por lo menos temporalmente, pues necesito hacer modificaciones "sustanciales" a mi tesis, que se verían interrumpidas por los mensajes facebookeros si no hubiera borrado la cuenta; además debo agregar el aspecto del chisme, perdón, curiosidad, que estaba presente en todo momento. ¡Ah cómo quita el tiempo esa cosa!

Heme aquí: Se siente bien no estar amarrada a la tecnología de las redes sociales jejejeje

Thåström

2010-06-02T01:45:00.002-05:00

Han blir mig nöjd: Fan fan fan och stjärna som är din...
Han blir mitt sällskap, när det gäller musiken i mitt i natten...
Han blir en röst men ingenting mer...

Vill sova, måste plugga, vad fan! Jag ska vara med Thåström i natt.

SONETO V

2010-05-24T00:18:00.001-05:00

Escrito está en mi alma vuestro gesto,
y cuanto yo escribir de vos deseo;
vos sola lo escribisteis, yo lo leo
tan solo, que aun de vos me guardo en esto.

En esto estoy y estaré siempre puesto;
que aunque no cabe en mí cuanto en vos veo,
de tanto bien lo que no entiendo creo,
tomando ya la fe por presupuesto.

Yo no nací sino para quereros;
mi alma os ha cortado a su medida;
por hábito del alma mismo os quiero.

Cuando tengo confieso yo deberos;
por vos nací, por vos tengo la vida,
por vos he de morir, y por vos muero.

Att vara kär och hålla kär...

2010-05-22T21:48:00.008-05:00

Jag har en pojkvän, ja, ja har en pojkvän och honom doftar som frukter och det sprudlas söt saft från hans krop. Sen blir jag onykter med hans likör.

Ja, jag är förälskad, fortfarande förälskad.

Crossroad

2010-04-17T15:04:00.004-05:00

I feel just like Wilde did before the opening of Salome... the ups but, what concerns to the downs upsets me the most.

Interesting talks?

2010-01-09T14:24:00.000-06:00

Tengo la elocuencia de... una bloody tortuga!!!

LOVE

2009-11-05T20:12:00.002-06:00

Three things

2009-10-04T23:16:00.005-05:00

Three things I would like to be capable of be doing:
rest
leave my computer for a while
exercise!!

Though it is impossible right off... duties are greater than anything else, just wondering if my physical and mental health would keep the pace.

Jag bär

2009-09-22T00:40:00.004-05:00

Vart jag än går går du, min kära; och vad som än är gjort av
bara mig är ditt verk, min älskling

Drinks

2009-09-20T00:21:00.007-05:00

Shit! I am dizzy... I drank a couple of beers as quick as a guy. Hmmm the lesson is, I am 152cm, and my weight is under 48kg, so, why do I drink that fast? No answer, it's just me playing.
Maybe it was the night, the stars, the place and the high-high heels and a skirt... or it was my friend and I talking about nothing, talking about love... do not know, but now I can rest in peace (after one more glass of red wine, yummi I love it)
I felt as an english gentleman drinking fast in a pub just after working... odd!

btw I hated it was a mass event over there, one place I love by nights because there is no ppl disturbing the urban landscape, the crap was it was full of ppl and from them the majority were stupid children running, it was sort of "child's event"... why exactly the day I want to go out, why a lot of children? why it wasn't an elderly movement, why children, why? I truly hate them maybe I am too young, maybe I feel I still have couple of years before I want to have them, I do not know, but if they were like my grulla maybe it wouldn't matter, but they didn't, they were yelling and obstructing the view, dot.

I love:

2009-09-11T00:22:00.011-05:00

My studies focus: politics and world peace and security approach.

Languages: english, 汉语, svenska and a little français.

Countries: Nordics, China, every place with a contradictory history and exotic landscapes.

Music, Books & Films

Arts: Painting, sculpture, design, dance, theatre

The love of my life: my boyfriend. "I am in love with my boyfriend" --I always wanted to say this :)

My friends: spread everywhere in the world

Scented beverages

Desserts and every sweet stuff, for example: green tea ice cream!

Coffee!!! in a cool coffee shop with friends or just on my own to reckon

Vera Wang

My sisters

Asian food: hmm japanese, chineses, thai and indian

Night life: Parties, going out, night clubs and english pubs

Dance: I have two left feet

Panana

Reading

Traveling

Nature: moon, lakes, stars, grass, trees, soil, orchids, the sky, the wind, the breeze, the RAIN, the sea, well, anything with water and forests. Animals, any, all... they are precious and beautiful.

My family

Red wine

Photography

Writing: letters, essays or blogging

Silence

Solitude... btw

García Márquez & Carlos Fuentes... Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare, E.E Cummings and W. Blake demonstrate life is more complex and mesmerizing than we thought

Squirrels

One crane, just that one Trana, jag älskar dig grullis.

Landscapes

Peace

Honesty

Love...

& passion, because I tend to be horny all the time

BEAUTY!!!

Knowledge & wisdom

Pearls and perfumes: Lanvin- éclat d'arpège, VW-Princess, Lacoste-Touch of pink, D&G- Light blue...

Sarcasm and self deprecation

Swearing all the time

Poetry

World history and contemporary mexican one

Sunglasses, skirts & dresses

Carrera

Kötbullar, pannbiff, havregrynsgröt with marmalade and everything Erik cooks

London + rain

Cities with rivers within them

Sailing

Stout young's luxury double chocolate, any stout in a pint...

Ye olde cheshire cheese, the way over Fleet street and its brewery: Samuel Smiths

Veggie food. I love every vegetable and almost any fruit (I hate pineapple & watermelon). Libanese & ratatouille niçoise. Canard au vin rouge (I know it is duck..)

Piers

Prosecco, all the italian wines by region, Piemonte, Veneto, Lazzio...

Traveling on train more than planes

The Alps from every perspective...

Living life is relative

2009-09-10T12:40:00.003-05:00

A normal day in university with my new super friend. Sometimes drinking mate and talking is the only reason to gather, the main one to be true.

Barn

2009-08-26T21:18:00.009-05:00

Barnen är fula, de skriker, gråtar, eller pratar högt... de är något jag inte kan förstå.
Barnen är konstiga, tokiga, elaka, själviska och hemskt odrägliga. Jag har inte tålamod med dem.
Jag håller med Amanda Svensson när hon säger: "Det finns ju faktiskt otroligt många fula barn."

Ful= Barn som skriker och stör mig

Det finns några barn som är inte så fula

till ex.

The league of gentlemen

2009-08-21T09:48:00.003-05:00

Papa Lazarou's Return.

From my favourite series, this video introduced me into The League of Gentlemen's world

Siboney

2009-08-02T17:19:00.003-05:00

Älsklingen, det är för dig:

2046 filmen

Siboney, sång på soundtrack

Musik- Connie Francis (inte bara hon)

Regissör- Wong Kar-Wai

Kärleksfilm, konstig men vacker.

Byssan lull/ Vyssan lull

2009-08-02T15:50:00.004-05:00

EN GLAD SVENSK SÅNG FÖR BARN (en ironisk/sarkastisk kommentar)

Byssan lull, koka kittelen full,
där kommer tre vandringsmän på vägen.
Den ena han är så halt,
den andra han är så blind,
och den tredje har så trasiga kläder.

Byssan lull, koka kittelen full,
på himmelen vandra tre stjärnor.
Den ene är så vit,
den andra är så röd,
den tredje är månen den gula.

Byssan lull, koka kittelen full,
där blåser tre vindar på haven.
På Stora Ocean,
på Lilla Skagerack,
och långt, långt upp i Bottniska viken.

Byssan lull, koka kittelen full,
där segla tre skutor på vågen.
Den första är en bark,
den andra är en brigg,
den tredje har så trasiga segel.

Byssan lull, koka kittelen full,
sjökistan har trenne figurer.
Den första är vår tro,
den andra är vårt hopp,
den tredje är kärleken den röda.

Barnvisor

Krav på självständighet

2009-07-30T00:23:00.004-05:00

Den första gång jag tänker på det.
Det handlade aldrig om att kräva något

Slut.

Cold monday morning

2009-07-27T10:52:00.003-05:00

Yeah, that's it... it looks humid, cold and simple with a light blue sky as a backgroud. Last night's storm a trace left. The asphalt with it's gloom absorbs all the beauty and energy. As an undeniable cycle, the week starts, again.

Le désert

2009-07-24T23:19:00.002-05:00

Désert

Oh mon amour, mon âme soeur
Je compte les jours je compte les heures
Je voudrais te dessiner dans un désert
Le désert de mon coeur

Oh mon amour, ton grain de voix
Fait mon bonheur à chaque pas
Laisse-moi te dessiner dans un désert
Le désert de mon coeur

Dans la nuit parfois, le nez à la fenêtre
Je t'attends et je sombre
Dans un désert, dans mon désert, voilà


Oh mon amour, mon coeur est lourd
Je compte les heures je compte les jours
Je voudrais te dessiner dans un désert
Le désert de mon coeur

Oh mon amour, je passe mon tour
J'ai déserté les alentours
Je te quitte, voilà c'est tout

Dans la nuit parfois, le nez à la fenêtre
J'attendais et je sombre
Jetez au vent mes tristes cendres, voilà

Emilie Simon's video

Poetry

2009-07-24T21:48:00.000-05:00

Chapter 1.
Because for the first time in my life I've discovered what real love is, means and how does it feels in my own flesh and soul. Thus I want to share this poem, which strength is immense, fortunately, I am happy to know I do not longer feel like Venus and Adonis:

Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare

The kiss

'The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,
And, lo, I lie between that sun and thee:
The heat I have from thence doth little harm,
Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;
And were I not immortal, life were done
Between this heavenly and earthly sun.

'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel,
Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth?
Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel
What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth?
O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind,
She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.

'What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this?
Or what great danger dwells upon my suit?
What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?
Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute:
Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,
And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain.

All this love I carry inside

2009-07-24T21:37:00.001-05:00

All this love I carry inside is leading me to split up my thoughts in two: random, and clumsy-tipsy me will express more and more senseless crap here, so I wont contaminate both blogs with pointless, useless things coming to my mind.
I also want to publish beautiful spare ... --what's the name for that?- ahh yeah, posts, like pictures, poetry, and anything I think might worth the deal of building a new blog from nowhere.
And if it just doesn't really works, at least my main blog will be safe from this one I've called "Spare insights", experimental job, standing in own words for things I only like.

Do not expect a lot of writing (for that read my main "Soul's catharsis"), expect for craziness to take place!