Dream´s Elevator, please!

December, 25th

our old friend Santa Claus came to see me today. He was thinner than the other time, probably he had been working out. He said he would change the world. But, you know, HE´S NOT GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD. NOTHING IS GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD. I´m cool the way it is. Yes of course there are a lot of things I would change like wars violence and all that crap we see on TV everyday. However, that will never change. It belongs to our animal instinct. We always try to crap on someone else. We always lie to get away with when the truth is so embarrassing to be told. I´m a winner, I´m a sinner, DO YOU WANT MY AUTOGRAPH?

So have a merry Christmas and a happy new year. get drunk, get laid, get everything you want because after this week, Real life waits for you

Sincerely, Mr. Moustache

And the world will live as one..

December, 21st

It´s been a long time since my last post. this December has been so fucking complicated. I hope I hadn´t lost the essence of writing.

Last morning, after a long night with my friends, I woke up with a strange feeling in my head. No it wasn't´t a hangover. Stop thinking that! I said it was something else… well besides the hangover, I had a thought. Why it´s so easy to live in a dream? Why do we wake up to live on this world, full of blood gathered all around the floor? We can imagine a lot of different endings for a dream, but we never know the exact ending from a dream. And if you try to give a context to your ending, you will start dreaming something else. What if, what we think it´s real life, it´s actually the dreams of another life?

I´m not in the mood to keep writing so I think I´m gonna wake up now.

“You may say I´m a dreamer, But I´m not the only one”  _{Do I need to say the owner of this phrase?}

Sincerely,Mr. moustache

“Candy crap shop”

December, 6th

Welcome! come on! It´s for the benefit of Mr. Kite! Do you want some poop-corn? well go to our “candy crap shop” it´s free! hurry up! the rolling horses starts at 3 O´clock. After that our contortionist will jump 30 fit, no sorry, 50 fit down! It´s amazing. Try not to do it at home. You may fall down into a neighbor and we don´t want a dirty street on town…

The evening finishes with our best show. A song sung by a chorus of beautiful losers. A pride who escaped from her wedding giving up a life of joy to marry a sailorman, a Suicidal psychologist, a boy wearing a tree costume made by his mother, Elton john´s manager and the groom who almost marries a woman but she escaped minutes before the wedding starts..

Mr. Moustache

The bizarre story of The Black Lady and The New Kid in Town

December, 5th

There´s a new kid in town. A new kid borning again in my head. He moved out a couple of years ago. He had had a fight with his girlfriend. I don´t think he would see her again. She was so annoying. If only he could imagine his own death, he wouldn´t come back. With her living just three blocks away and surrounded with all those knifes a swords. It was predictable that small but powerful dagger stucked on his heart. She didn´t feel guilty. When the police went to arrest her she was sitting on her rocking chair weaving some socks to Mr Walrus, her cat. There were photos and letters burning out at the chimney. She confessed she was the murderer. She said “well after all, we are only ordinary men, until faith decides to make us unique. People don´t die for a reason. People die because their time had come. It was predicted that the new kid in town would die with a dagger on his chest, and MY FACE on his head”

The black lady is always stalking us. Recently she came to my place. She was beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling like a summer sun. I caught a taste of springtime on her lips but at the same time a cold wind seized my heart reducing it to a tiny little stone. And then, the room got dark. And I lied in bed comfortably numb. Nothing could ruin that moment. Time passed away and the fat old sun showed his garnish through the window. I came back to life, and for the first time I heard the sound of the seconds passing by…

Mr. Moustache

Go to hell

November, 30th

It´s not you the reason why I´m writing this lines. Yes of course, you pushed me into it. But there´s no reason to cry. You don´t deserve it. Nevertheless you came to stay and nobody can take you out of my life. Years may passed, but I still have memories you know. Beautiful moments belong now to my past.

You make me feel a mixture of fear, anger, sadness and anxiety. You´re a stranger to me. Just a big shadow getting closer and closer. And there´s no way to run. No place to hide my love away. Now the only path through my life is dark, long and narrow. One by one the band members living on my head stopped playing. Instep of them a sad and long piano symphony took power of my soul, my mind, my heart…

Pools of sorrow on the sea of monsters. Waves of joy on the sea of time. Why did you came here? Why there´s no other thought in my head? You took everything I used to love. I used to care about. With a little help from my friends means nothing to me now. Because of course you also took them away from my life. FUCK YOU!! I´ll continue seeing them. Stop stalking me! Give me some breathe for god sake!

YES I´M TALKING TO YOU MEDICIN SCHOOL! Can´t wait a bit longer? Let´s say a year?

Sincerely, Mr. moustache

Dust..

November, 28th

Dust.. it was all covered with it. The living room, dark as an obsidian but full of memories which made it shone in a mystical way. Pieces of my life become to my head. there was a big and wide window where you could see the sun rising and sparkling on the eternal snow on the top of the mountains. The sweet smell of wood burning at the chimney became to my nose. Evenings reading at the light of that fire who appeared to be unbreakable. thousands of stories had been told at the silence of the mountains. Those mountains who once had seen poor men die of hunger.

The wind blows as strong as always The same living room has now dusty memories  gathered all around among the non-read books, the wet and frozen wood and the pieces of broken glass.

All this introduction to just say  all we are is dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind. Yes like the song ha ha. ironical isn´t it?

 

Sincerely, Mr moustache

“Je voudrais que mon écriture soit aussi mystérieuse qu'un chat”

 

November, 25th

If only I could needle together two phrases like those… 

[…] Distinct, coldly, calmly distinct, fell those few simple sounds
within my ear, and thence like molten lead rolled his singly into my
brain. Years, years may pass away, but the memory of that epoch
never. Nor was I indeed ignorant of the flowers and the vine, but
the hemlock and the cypress overshadowed me night and day. And I kept no reckoning of time or place, and the stars of my fate faded from
heaven, and therefore the earth grew dark, and its figures passed by
me like flitting shadows, and among them all I beheld only Morella…

The winds of the firmament breathed but one sound within my
ears, and the ripples upon the sea murmured evermore  “Morella”.

But she died; and with my own hands I bore her to the tomb; and I laughed with a long and bitter laugh as I found no traces of the first in the
channel where I laid the second. Morella…

Nothing to say today. That paragraph sums my life.  Poe, I owe you my life..

“Je voudrais que mon écriture soit aussi mystérieuse qu'un chat” 

Mr. moustache

The hanged pirate with a buried treasure

November,24th

Grey day, cold but not as cold as my brain after eating ice-cream. I hate that…

The hangman still hanged at that lonely island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The hangman´s name was unknown. People said it was Ciro the great. Others said it was just a FUCKING pirate who after hiding his valuable treasure, somewhere between the volcano and the sea.. And when he died the only thing he had to lose was the location of the treasure. Maybe it´s meaningless to us. Maybe there were only memories. Memories of a hanged pirate. Memories of an unheard man in the world… So my point is, we are living on the World´s Hangover, we don´t know if there´s a tomorrow waiting us..

Continue with your life and don´t forget about our unknown hanged man. maybe he doesn´t has a name yet, maybe his treasure would never be found, so try to make your own one, search a place to bury it..

Memories.. That´s all you can leave on Earth… Only memories…

Mr. Moustache

The lunatic is in my head..

November,21st

It´s been a long time since my last “conscience flow”. I´m sorry. I´ve not forgotten about you, but this week it wasn't one which inspired me to write.

Well, What can we discuss about today? I don´t know if you really care about this but I´m gonna expose my point of view about how music influences our ordinary life.

A couple of weeks ago, I started to define my mood using the names of bands. For example, if I´m sad or “depressed”, I have a Nirvana day. Or if I have one of those days when you want to shout non-sense words, I call it a Led zeppelin day. As crazy as it sounds it´s my method to, somehow, control my mood and mind.

Music is a part of my life. Gilmour, Young, Harrison and different kinds of jimmi´s ( Yes, Hendrix and page) guitar control my twisted mind; Plant, Cobain, Waters and Lennon do the same but with my mood. Bonzo, Grohl, Ringo and Mason can beat my heart as they want making it sound like an Acoustic Drum( I know it doesn't exist).

Music is a lifestyle. My lifestyle. It doesn't matter what kind of music you hear, you can be used to hearing any kind of music if you give them some time

Maybe Dalí was right. Once he said “The only difference between a lunatic and me is that i´m not crazy”… How right he was. We all have a lunatic residing inside us. Give him a chance to talk. It won´t hurt you.

“The lunatic is in my head.. And after all we are ordinary men” Brain Damage/ Us and Them. Pink Floyd

Sincerely yours, Mr. Moustache

Turning back in time or letting the grass grow?

                November, 11th

How wonderful would be if we could stop time. Live the same day, the same hour or why not the same month over and over without getting older, have control of that tiny moment of happiness.

Sometimes you say “oh! If I could turn back in time, I would change a lot of things. But, do you really want to change it? Remember all those times you laughted until you couldn´t catch your breathe away. Think about all those friends you have and also those who maybe they´re not your friends but they meant a lot to you. So now do you want to turn back in time? Of course there are problems you want to forget but think about those moments of ecstasies, the meaningless chat with your friends.

And the grass continues growing. The train still rolling. Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours. We are already dying, but who cares? There´s nothing you can do to stop it. As crazy as it sounds, problems (yes the same who makes you suffer and feel nervous) makes you forget about time, about dying. I think to myself and the only explanation to why do problems exist is to challenge you. Life is  a challenge without a goal. “Your goal is a heart shaped-box” Kurt would say. Well my goal is not clear. I´ll continue living until the black lady comes to me with a stairway to heaven, or an escalator to hell.

How wonderful would be if we could stop time over and over and over…

Sincerely, Mr moustache

What to believe, or what to think..

                                                                                               November, 10th

 

    “In the end the love you take , is equal to the love you make” John Lennon

Well, I think that it doesn't´t matter what can I say after this phrase. it´s useless compete with John. all he says seems to be.. I don´t know.. complete! it seems he thinks the impact the phrase would have in the world before he says it.

Even though I´ll give a try..

As I said before today is November 10th. At my country, it used to be Tradition´s day. But it seems that my BESTS FRIENDS Ricardo Fort, Marcelo Tinelli and all what implies them ( 36 millions of televidents) it´s more important than El mate, El truco and El alfajor, to name a few. Our culture, which haves advantages and disadvantages, has changed. Now, what matters is power. Control the government. Discuss if Clarín is monopolizing or not the middles of communication. I don´t know what to believe or what to think. We can´t live with or without Human Rights. The law which rules Our country is Better a hole arm than a hand. We can´t say STOP! We don´t have a Moral. Education is more an event from the past than a rule to follow when you deal with somebody else. Someone onces said: “ Education had our grandparents, we are revolutionary people, We don´t need to follow a protocol when we need to deal with and older person” A life is not enough to change the world. Misery will never end, People will continue getting blackmailed by politicians or even his father. But you can give you a try. You lose nothing trying. i´m not saying you have to go to El impenetrable chaqueño and build houses. only with a bit of education  you´re doing more than what you think..

So Happy tradition´s day! Be a better human being

                                                                                      sincerely, Mr moustache

Better live with an answer than suffer with a doubt

                                                                                     November, 9th

I´m a bit hot-headed. I lost the journey of November 8th. Now I have to start again…
   A new day has just started. Or maybe not. Why do I have to follow the normal way of measuring time? who said this is how me must live? why a minute is sixty seconds and not a hundred? i´m sure there´s a reason but sincerely I don´t want to Google it…
I don´t know why but today I cannot define my mood. people who read this would think i´m a fucking emo who doesn't´t deserve a place in this world. Well SURPRISE!! i´m not an emo ha ha ha. Maybe I have something from Elmo but that´s another topic I will explain another day. returning to my mood, i was saying that today I cannot define it, whether I´m happy or not I always write sad and depressing things. In a way I want to change that, but if you think a bit about this, it´s better to have a realistic view of real life. I cannot understand why people search happiness. we don´t have to mix desires with needs. happiness comes alone if you appreciate what you have. Of course ,you´ll always have desires, that´s something you cannot get away with. But do not let desires dominate you.
well basically that´s all I have to say for now. Maybe “your” tomorrow I´ll post something else. To me July has never ended…
Good night, sleep tight.. There´s no time to lose time, so if you need to say something to someone please say it, it´s better to live with an answer than suffer with a doubt.

                                                                      Sincerely, Mr Moustache

The reason of being so Selfish..

                                                                                 November, 4th

    I´m not in my mood today. Wherever I see, I see her. I´m tired of thinking she´s the one. I´m tired of being so rational, tired of forgive people who don´t deserve even a shot. The worst of missing you is that I know nothing could bring you back to my life. No one could say to me what to do or what´s the reason of being so selfish that for the only reason I want you here with me is because of the kind of guy I am when you´re with me, surrounding me with you beautiness, your voice, your sweet smell of nothing, your essence your soul...

    Nobody knows who you are, what you were used to do. So my question is... are you the owner of your faith? you can talk to me, if you´re lonely you can talk to me, because you think you know me but you don´t got even a clue!

Nowadays you never know what is and what should never be. Jimmi´s Page guitar is the only sound I wanna hear. I look around the park and the only thing I see is old men feeding birds, like in a black and white movie.

   I don´t know what to write now so I think I´ll just go on writing...

LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES.. No wait! that phrase is from a movie.. then..

SHIT HAPPENS!!  OOh not again! we are slaves of our silences and owners of our words... Or was it in another way? see! school makes you think in the wrong way. You don´t need a qualification to know if you´re clever or smart. In the end you will use your smartness to crap n somebody´s food.

   I´m running out of ink so HELLO, GOODBYE!! LIVE LONG AND PROSPER! HAPPY MICHAEL JACKSON´S DAY! EAT SHIT, CRAP FOOD AND YOU´LL NEVER BE HUNGRY AGAIN!!

so to sum up if you´re tired of your life, search another hobbie, put some music and

                             GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!

                                                                          Sincerely, Mr Moustache  

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