Deseo de un vínculo

Le pido a la vida muchas cosas. Una de tantas cosas que le pido es que me permita encontrar una ciudad con la que pueda crear un vínculo especial; perderme en sus calles, probar su comida, reconocer sus olores y hacerme uno con su gente...algo como lo que José Emilio Pacheco encontró en Veracruz.

Esquinas fugaces

Conocí este video hace poco más de un año en el tumblr de mi querida Pao Gómez . La historia transcurre entre la tarde de un Sábado y la mañana de un Domingo en el que dos perfectos extraños coinciden en una esquina de Beverly Hills. Interpretada por los modelos Behati Prinsloo y Jamie Strachan , hecho a través de una colaboración entre la revista londinense i-D Magazine y el portal the corner, y con música del compositor francés Erik Satie, la historia ilustra esos romances fugaces que solemos encontrar en donde menos lo esperamos. 

¡Cuántas historias pudieron haberse creado de aquella fugacidad, de aquellas noches, de aquellos momentos! (Quizás, afortunadamente ninguna). 

Aquí el poema: 

I remember the corner. 

The corner of your collar, the corner of your smile. 

The corner were we kissed.

The streecners of the corridor, into the corners of the room where we lay.

The corners of your mouth, of your eyes.

The corners of the words we didn't finish.

The corner of your name.

And the corner where we parted.

I remember the corner. 

No, no importa

As long as we're together, does it matter where we go? 

No, no importa.

Él me enseñó esta canción hace un par de semanas. 


Cada que los días pasan, me doy cuenta que sí es posible enamorarse más y más. Y más.


Home, Gabrielle Aplin


I'm a phoenix in the water,
A fish that's learnt to fly,
And I've always been a daughter,
But feathers are meant for the sky.
So I'm wishing, wishing further,
For the excitement to arrive,
It's just I'd rather be causing the chaos
Than living at the sharp end of this knife

With every small disaster

I'll let the waters still,

Take me away to some place real

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones.
It's not just where you lay your head
It's not just where you make your bed.
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home

So when I'm ready to be bolder,

And my cuts have healed with time,

Comfort will rest on my shoulder,

And I'll bury my future behind.

I'll always keep you with me,

You'll be always on my mind,

But there's a shining in the shadows

I'll never know unless I try

With every small disaster
I'll let the waters still,
Take me away to some place real

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone

Is where you go when you're alone

Is where you go to rest your bones.

It's not just where you lay your head

It's not just where you make your bed.

As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?

Home... home... home... home

Home... home... home... home

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones.
It's not just where you lay your head
It's not just where you make your bed.
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home
Home... home... home... home