About that lighthouse

There will be no Montauk this time.
Too bad. I had this fantasy of going and finding you there.
...
Besides that, everything is great.

It finally happened

Last night I went to the Peter Hook and the Light concert at the Webster Hall. In New York.
If you get the Joy Division references in this blog you know how important this is.
Even if it's not really New Order. Or Joy Division. Even if his voice disapears in some songs.
I was so mesmerized by him.
It was great.
I'm gonna try to go again today.

Here I go

I have not finish all the tasks I had before the trip and the guilt is hitting hard, but I managed to overcome something really important that was worrying me for quite a while, so I gonna be happy for that.
Now let's just follow the mantra:
Live the present. Have fun. Be happy.

PS: America please be nice with me :)

Long night

One week to the big escape

And so many papers to grade.
But all I can think is the places I want to visit and all the food I'm gonna eat.
I will definitely gain some weight on this trip. Gotta make peace in my mind about that...

Learning how to put things back in place again

Just watched Demolition and I liked as I thought I would. And cried as I should know I would (but didn't expected)
It's true: when you are down and start to review your mistakes, and what you believe and how you are, you do (or want to) see meaning, sense and signs in everything. Until the point you're rolling in the mud very sure that experience will allow you to see something nobody else does. Maybe it will. Or maybe you are just trying to find reasons to not put up your mess together, to conform and start again.
I wonder for how long we can make/allow/let things to go wrong in the name of some sort of personal growth. 

Can we dance upon the tables again?

Turn off the lights, hit play and close your eyes. You may cry a little but it's alright.

good times are coming

Vacation in 2 weeks.  Just. Can't. Wait

Got late to the love for Oscar Isaac train

But I'm finally here.
This song is playing in my head for more than a week. Listening t it, in the end of the day, sunset and all that stuff... man, my heart aches.
It makes me dream. And that is so dangerous...

Alan Rickman, R.I.P

His Colonel Brandon was my first Jane Austen's Crush

It made me discover her books, actually.

And then I became a fan of his.