ANXIETY

FRIDAY.

2:15 AM.

FOUR DAYS CONTINUOUSLY WITHOUT REST.

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I CANNOT SLEEP...

ONE, TWO, THREE CIGARETTES...

ANXIETY. HE IS ANXIOUSLY AWAITING NEWS ABOUT HIS FUTURE.ANXIETY.

MAIN ISSUE: ANXIETY.

VENECIA

Along the way... Tears drown in the wake of delight. Baby it will be all right.

March 25, 2009. 1:05 PM. The first time when I heard NYC was is the Sports Arena, in the Mexico City. The year was 2004. Since the first time I knew this song would be the lyric shape of my most deep thoughts. For some vicissitudes of life I got back this tunes in my life. Paul banks voice sounds realistic and permanent. If I have to choose one song to perform my tragedy, it most be "NYC"... It represents a cut in my life, each feeling in my life refers to that period in my life... Violeta was there. Now she is in Berlin. After our last conversation everything was clear, everything was calm, and we were happy and in some sense, we were in love, we were walking during the German night... I understood why I met her in that concert.... it is pretty reasonable... What can I say? I have several thoughts going through my mind... I feel really happy because of her... she has huge qualities, she has the pieces of mine, she has the words and the wisdom... she is beautiful... I feel really sad. She has to take a new doorway, she took a new fate. She want that. She does not want to heard me anymore... I feel a tremendous shame in my soul... what can I say? Nothing, just wait... New York. I know where could I live Forever. I know who I am and what can I offer, just a few sounds, just a few thing to do. New York Cares... the cities, my city... my life into the city, Mexico City Cares... my life going out of prejudices, I can see myself going in front of the cars and the lights... it is up to me now... I am ready, and I know who I am... I know I want her. She is not here at the moment but I could join her in the atmosphere... the perfect choice, the perfect record... My muse, just like the white goddess, she is the perfect combination, she got the key and she is using it quite well, she knows how to do it... I am waiting for you... la mejor cancion de la decada de los 2000. NYC. INTERPOL. La perfecta sintonia, los mas profundos anhelos y los mas profundos sentimientos... ahora estoy listo... Esto te lo debo a ti... muchas gracias por
existir.



NYC - INTERPOL

I had seven faces
thought i knew which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
training myself not to care
the subway is a porno
And the pavements they are a mess
i know you've supported me for a long time
somehow i'm not impressed

But New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)

subway she is a porno
and the pavements they are a mess
i know you've supported me for a long time
somehow i'm not impressed

It's up to me now turn on the bright lights
It's up to me now turn on the bright lights

But New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
But New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)
New York Cares (got to be some more change in my life)

It's up to me now turn on the bright lights
(got to be some more change in my life)
oh, It's up to me now turn on the bright lights
(got to be some more change in my life)

IN THE COLD, COLD NIGHT

I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold cold night

In the cold cold night

You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might.
But when you're gone i grow colder

Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

I hear you walking by my front door
I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
I don’t care what other people say
I’m gonna love you, anyway

Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

I can’t stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire bright
So don’t fight it any longer

Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it’s warm inside
And you’ll come run to me

In the cold cold night
In the cold cold night
In the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

"I WILL NEVER WANT TO BELONG ANY CLUB THAT WOULD HAVE SOMEONE LIKE ME FOR A MEMBER": THAT IS THE KEY JOKE

ALEXANDER PLATZ IS...

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ABOUT...

ABOUT...

ABOUT HOW VIBRANT, STIMULATING, RELAXED AND BEAUTIFUL COULD BE HIS FUTURE...

ALEXANDER PLATZ IS DREAMING.

ACCIDENTS AND COMPLIMENTS: Part of the weekend never dies. You have to take part of this... I have to.

TIEMPOS FELICES. NOCHE DE IPODS. MINUTO 2.08

QUE BUEN RECUERDO. GRACIAS MARCO, POR HABERME DICHO: "NO MAMES GUEY, TE VI EN YOUTUBE, A TI Y A TU CHICA, QUE BUEN PEDO HABERTE ENCONTRADO EN YOUTUBE"... TIEMPOS MUY MUY FELICES DE MI VIDA... DOS GUAPOS EN EL PASAGÜERO.

Thoughts at midnight.

I CAN HELP YOU...

COFFEE (BEER) AND CIGARETTES... WHILE I WAS TALKING WITH THE BLOND MAN, THE AUDIENCE WERE CLAPPING TO THE TEDIOUS, NOISY GUITAR PLAYER...

CHARLES " THE MATHEMATICIAN" SAID: What da fuck are you doing?

WILHELM " THE ARCHITECT" SAID: Nothing... Drawing something...

CM: Come On, let me see it, do not be an asshole

WA: Wait, I have to finish it first, then You will see it.

CM: Fucker. I do not like the bastard who is playing, if you want to know if the show will be good you have to listen the first song. if the first one is a good one, the show as well, if not, we will listening shit music for one hour and thirty minutes. Bullshit...

WA: Yeah, I know...

CM: Let me see. Oh, so idiot, what do you expect with such a stupid draws? You always will be the same motherfucker, just can not believe it.

WA: Come on, do not fuck with me, just be patient, i will explain you everything...

CM: Sorry lady, one more beer please... oh, no no, two please... thanks.

WA: I want to smoke but we choosed the wrong seats. I like the ventilation of the place, it is really quite and calm, if the singer could turn down the music level...

CM: What a son of a bitch you are... tell me, what do you want? Do not be silly, she is not here

WA: I know, have you heard The Beatles song "Let it be"?

CM: Oh, my dear friend...




THE RADIO DEPT. - ALWAYS A RELIEF



It's always a relief to see you again
It's as if you don't change and you always complain

We hate different things
And different tastes
How people sing
What they create
Want to feel the illusion
The confusion

Some nerve to go against me now that we're ahead
You want to know how hard you'd fall if you did?

It feels like our time has gone to waste
Want to feel strong and not like a waste
Want to feel the illusion
The confusion

:( NOTHING IS OUTSIDE-NOTHING IS INSIDE... JUST WHITE SPACE

ESTOY TRISTE, ENOJADO, DESESPERADO, SOLO... QUE HORRIBLE...DIA.

ALEXANDER PLATZ IS WONDERING... ABOUT STOCKHOLM.

CHOCOLATE

Una costura frágil, la abrí tan rápido y todos mi sueños se alejaron de mi, habia perdido lentamente mi fuego interno, cada mujer de mi vida venia acompañada de un rió de llanto… No sentia nada, adormecido, abandonado y sin satisfacción. Yo pensé que nadie más podría hacerme tocar el cielo de nuevo, lo juro, no estuve buscando. Oh, espere tanto tiempo, yo pensé que “el verdadero sentimiento” era una falsedad, es mas, yo pensé que era una herramienta para destrozarme. Tú me probaste que estaba en un error…

Si el amor fuera un liquido, me ahogaría en el. En un lugar incierto me encontraría, dentro de una forma de corazón me rodearía y me derretiría lentamente, como si fuera chocolate… Si el amor fuera un humano seguramente me conocería. Ven en un espacio perdido y enséñame, sujétame, contrólame y después derríteme lentamente, como si fuera chocolate…

Sabe tan bien, mi corazón esta curado ahora. Hubo quien pensó que pudo haber sido una apuesta sin sentido y aun así me gane a “la efectiva”, una mujer a la que amo y que me ama de la mima forma que yo a ella…

Oh, espere tanto tiempo por un amor que curara mis heridas, ahora me siento curado. Pensé inclusive que no respiraba más y entonces tú viniste y me probaste que estaba en un error…

Ven aquí como si fueras chocolate, acércate, atrapa mi sonrisa, no hay duda alguna de que estoy sonriendo por ti ahora, y ahora soy adicto a sonreír.

Solo necesitas voltearme a ver una vez mujer para que me derritas con tu mirada, solo tu corazón para salvarme, tus dulces besos son encantadores, lo se… SOSTENME MUY FUERTE BABY, NO LO DEJES IR…