siguiendo con letras relacionadas con el final de la vida, aca va una de una banda canadiense que se llaman "the arrogant worms" que es una mezcla de monty python, les luthiers y el gordo casero, son muy graciosos y buenos musicos.

aca la letra de

Don't Go Into Politics

George Washington was the president
But now he's dead (dead)
Mackenzie King was Prime Minister
But now he's dead (dead)

So don't go into politics
You'll end up dead
Don't go into politics
You'll end up dead

Oppenheimer built the bomb
But now he's dead (dead)
Einstien was very very smart
But not enough not to be dead (dead)

So don't go into science
You'll end up dead
Don't go into science
You'll end up dead
And don't go into politics
You'll end up dead
Don't go into politics
You'll end up dead

Jimi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Brian Jones, Keith Moon,
Jim Morrison, Roy Orbison,
John Lennon, Bob Marley, Leonard Bernstien, Elvis Presley
Well, we're not too sure about Elvis
But I think you get the point

Don't go into music
You'll end up dead
Don't go into music
You'll end up dead
And don't go into science
You'll end up dead
Don't go into politics
You'll end up dead

Break it down
You'll be burned, you'll be fried
You'll be buried alive
And there's no hope thinkin'
That you're gonna survive
'Cause there's the drowning and choking
And cancer from smoking
And smothered while sleeping
And blood will start seeping

So I have found, you'll end up in the ground
And you'll be dead
So I have found, you'll end up in the ground
I wish there was an option instead
But you'll be dead
Dead
Maybe with a bullet in your head
But you'll be dead
Dead
Very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very dead

todo el tiempo encuentro letras de música o pedazos de la realidad que muestran miradas distintas sobre el final de la vida, acá va una

- the shins -
"those to come"

Eyeless in the morning sun you were
pale and mild, a modern girl
taken with thought, still prone to care
makin tea in your underwear
you went out in the yard to find

something to eat and clear your mind
something bad inside me went away

quaking leaves and broken light
shifting skin the coming night
the bearers of all good things arrive
climb inside us, twist and cry
a kiss on your molten eyes

myriad lives like blades of grass
yet to be realized, bow as they pass

they are cold,
still,
waiting in the ether,
to form,
feel,
kill,
propagate,
only to die
(x2)

dissolve
magically,
absurdly,
they'll end,
leave,
dissipate,
coldly
and strangely
return

esto
o aquello
sólo lo que salga
adentro/afuera
es
todo
lo que importa?

o será que no hay sueño que soñar ni olor que oler sin la música que toca y los orificios que permean todo?

bueno, voy a empezar a escribir free association de ideas, trataré de hacerlo todos los días

en relación a algunos acontecimientos pienso en mi idea de que a la muerte uno la deberia tener presente seguido, pensar en ella todos los dias, pero no como algo negativo o depresivo desde algunas corrientes psicoterapeuticas, sino como algo vivo, necesario, importante, diría vital. pensar, reflexionar, meditar, estudiar sobre el morir y la muerte puede servirnos para mirar con otros ojos lo que hacemos, pensamos, sentimos? aunque menos sea como hipótesis provisional, yo creo que si.

es verdad que tambien uno pierde de vista las prioridades a veces y cae en la voragine del dia a dia, pero como un buen organizador de juego, creo que deberia aprender a parar la pelota cada tanto, levantar la cabeza y ver por donde seguir el juego.

tal vez pensar en la propia finitud sea parte del juego y seria como un parar la pelota diario?

HaBanot Nechama- so far- the original

gracias a mi amigo ami, que esta en israel pero ahora vendra un tiempito por aca, he conocido a estas chicas. son muy buenas. aca subo un tema para que los oigan con sus ppios oidos. abrazos