Philippe Petit !

beautiful / broken

Just be who you wanna be.

1. He’s Jackson fucking Rathbone. Just look at those beautiful green eyes. It’s like skipping in a field of clovers. Coupled with his luscious lips, one seductive look from this guy will make you cream yourself.
2. He plays the part of a fucking vampire. He’s not even a main character of Twilight and he stands out. Yeah, he looks like he’s constipated, but he makes constipated look sexy.
3. He’s stylish as fuck. Whether he’s trying to look punk, scruffy, or like an unshowered Johnny Depp, he’s got you panting. Do you prefer the sophisticated look? He’s got it. Or maybe you like the adorable type? You name it and he’s done it. Yeah, everyone makes bad decisions when cutting their hair, but Jackson works it. Have you ever had that boyfriend you had to dump because his haircut made him look stupid? That’s not Jackson. Even on bad hair days, it looks like his tresses were sculpted by Jesus. [jajajajaj]
4. Not only is he a good actor, but he’s also a musician. Did you hear that? That was the sound of every average guy giving up. The more random-ass his music videos are, the more you want to bang him. Possibly in the banana suit…[jajajajajaj2]
5. …and that’s not even the last of it. He has an accent. That’s right, folks. His southern drawl will melt you like honey. Need I say more?

Benedetti - Hoy.

Están en algún sitio / concertados
desconcertados / sordos
buscándose / buscándonos
bloqueados por los signos y las dudas
contemplando las verjas de las plazas
los timbres de las puertas / las viejas azoteas
ordenando sus sueños sus olvidos
quizá convalecientes de su muerte privada.

Nadie les ha explicado con certeza
si ya se fueron o si no
si son pancartas o temblores
sobrevivientes o responsos
ven pasar árboles y pájaros
e ignoran a qué sombra pertenecen.

Cuando empezaron a desaparecer
hace tres cinco siete ceremonias
a desaparecer como sin sangre
como sin rostro y sin motivo
vieron por la ventana de su ausencia
lo que quedaba atrás / ese andamiaje
de abrazos cielo y humo

Cuando empezaron a desaparecer
como el oasis en los espejismos
a desaparecer sin últimas palabras
tenían en sus manos los trocitos
de cosas que querían.

ESTÁN EN ALGÚN SITIO / NUBE O TUMBA
están en algún sitio / estoy seguro
allá en el sur del alma
es posible que hayan extraviado la brújula
y hoy vaguen preguntando preguntando
dónde carajo queda el buen amor
porque vienen del odio.

I crumble completely when you cry, it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye.

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