Travelling Gringa

Monday, October 11, 2010

Henry Rollins, American Singer and Poet

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Henry David Thoreau

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher, 1817-1862

Sunday, May 3, 2009

A Bad Dream

Keane

Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.

Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.

I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.

Friday, March 20, 2009

For no One

Beatles

Your day breaks, your mind aches,
You find that all her words
Of kindness linger on,
When she no longer needs you.

She wakes up, she makes up,
She takes her time and doesn't
Feel she has to hurry,
She no longer needs you.

And in her eyes you see nothing,
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one,
A love that should have lasted years.

You want her, you need her,
And yet you don't believe her,
When she says her love is dead,
You think she needs you.

And in her eyes you see nothing,
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one,
A love that should have lasted years.

You stay home, she goes out,
She says that long ago
She knew someone but now,he's gone,
She doesn't need him.

Your day breaks, your mind aches,
There will be times when all the things
She said will fill your head,
You won't forget her.

And in her eyes you see nothing,
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one,
A love that should have lasted years.

Friday, February 20, 2009

You never see me where I see you

Amsterdam, 29.09.2004

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Octopus´s Garden

The Beatles

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Alexandre Dumas

Half World, 1855

When we fall, we never fall on the good place.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Charles Baudelaire

The true travellers are those who leave just for the sake of it.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Bend and Break

Keane

When you, when you forget your name
When old faces all look the same
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you´ll wake up
If only I don´t bend and break
I´ll meet you on the other side
I´ll meet you in the light
If only I don´t suffocate
I´ll meet you in the morning when you wake

Lovesick bitter and hardened heart
Aching waiting for life to start
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you´ll wake up

If only I don´t bend and break
I´ll meet you on the other side
I´ll meet you in the light
If only I don´t suffocate
I´ll meet you in the morning when you wake

If only I don´t bend and break
I´ll meet you on the other side
I´ll meet you in the light
If only I don´t suffocate
I´ll meet you in the morning when you wake

I´ll meet you on the other side
I´ll meet you in the light
If only I don´t suffocate
I´ll meet you in the morning when you wake

And that´s how 12 hours on a bus from Medellin to Cartagena worth of memoires passed.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Aldous Huxley

To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

April Fool´s Day

I have great faith in fools - self-confidence, my friends call it.

Edgar Allan Poe

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Today, I had to go to a place where I didn't really want to go. It was a trip through memory lane. A necessary voyage beneath clothes and photos and gadgets and souvenirs of the one I lost.
If you haven't done it once, I tell you, you're bound to do it someday.
It's one hell of a trip. Difficult, winding, complicated, confused.
You start by seeing, then touching, smelling, hearing and finally thinking.
The hardest one is obviously the last one, cause it brings back all the others at the same time gathered with the thoughts triggered by the senses.
And all of a suden, you're not where you are anymore. You're somewhere else. With someone else.
And for a split second, you are living a different life. But reality strikes. And all you can do is remember. And think. And cry.
I miss so many things and so many people. I know they'll never come back. Either because they're just too far away or too far gone.
I guess I like to travel a lot, but I really don't enjoy much when other people go. Once again, I come to the conclusion that we're here to learn to let go. So there you go.

Monday, March 10, 2008

When I'm sixty-four

Beatles

When I get older losing my hair
many years from now
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse
when your light have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage on the
Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
stating point of view
indicate precisely what you mean to say
yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer fill in a form
mine forever more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Fool On The Hill

Beatles

Day after day, alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer.

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice.

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008