Gajes del Oficio

Lo sé, lo sé... somos pesados, metidos, y solemos creer que podemos saber casi todo de una persona sólo con escucharlo y verlo gesticular. Pero igual nos quieren así, verdad? (not)

Los psicoanalistas...

• No enferman, somatizan.
• No estudian, subliman.
• No tienen ocurrencias, tienen insight.
• No se equivocan, tienen actos fallidos.
• No cambian de idea, resignifican.
• No hacen disparates, despliegan su creatividad.
• No hablan, verbalizan.
• No conversan, puntúan.
• No responden, interpretan.
• No dicen estupideces, asocian libremente.
• No se desahogan, hacen catarsis.
• No te bancan, te contienen.
• No hablan por teléfono, se comunican de inconsciente a inconsciente.
• No son pesados, tienen una ligera compulsión a la repetición.
• No resuelven sus problemas, elaboran sus conflictos.
• No se enamoran, hacen transferencia.
• No padecen la crisis, están atravesados por el malestar.
• No tienen sexo, liberan la libido.

9 Crimes

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If u don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?


Damien Rice - 9 Crimes (Live from Abbey Road)

My Life Without Me

This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it... Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know the kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven't read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You.

Ficha en IMDb de My Life Without Me

Carved in Stone

And somehow I knew
You could never
Never stay
And somehow I knew
You would leave me
And in the early
Morning light
After a silent
Peaceful night
You took
My heart away
I wished, I wished
You could have stayed

PEARL JAM
Come Back

If I keep holding out
Will the light shine through?
Under this broken roof
It's only rain that I feel
I've been wishing out the days... come back

I have been planning out
All that I'd say to you
Since you slipped away
Know that I still remain true
I've been wishing out the days

Please say, that if you hadn't of gone now
I wouldn't have lost you another way
From wherever you are... come back

And these days, they linger on
And in the night, are they waitin' for
The real possibility that I may meet you in my dream
I go to sleep

If I don't fall apart
Will my memories stay clear?
So you had to go
And I had to remain here

But the strangest thing to date
So far away
And yet you feel so close
And I'm not gonna question it any other way
There must be an open door
For you to... to come back

And the days, they linger on
And every night, what I'm waiting for
Is the real possibility I may meet you in my dream

And sometimes you're there
And you're talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear you're next to me
And it's okay

It's okay
It's okay

I'll be here
Come back
Come back