Etiqueta: birthday

Publicado el

’40’

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms will not be
Coming back to. 

At rest on a stair landing,
They feel it
Moving beneath them now like the deck of a ship,
Though the swell is gentle. 

And deep in mirrors
They rediscover
The faces
The face of the boy as he practices trying
His father´s tie there in secret. 

And the face of that father,
Still warm with the mystery of lather.
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
Something is filling them, something

That is like the twilight sound
Of the crickets, inmense, 
Filling the woods at the foot of the slope
Behind their mortgaged houses. 

Donald Justice (1967)

Publicado el

Today I am 37

I recorded this audio from my dad’s recording on a tape.
The one that sings it is me;)
I love when my dad is listening this.

Txikitatik mikroari pegauta, grabaziñoak egiten.
Aita, hor, dena recording.

Ze ederrak TDK tape zahar horiek.

Bizitza pusketak.

🙂
Happy birthday to you little kid.
Kings Of Convenience – Little Kids
Eguna amaitzen.

Beste bat gehiago.
Ikasteko, erortzeko, jaikitzeko…bizitzeko.
Ftf.

Publicado el

36

I rescued from my shelves 36 candles. I served a jameson’s whiskey. I lighted them. I looked at them for a while. And then, I played Radiohead’s «videotape» song from «in rainbows».
I opened my moleskine notebook, I looked out of the window. I thought again, I did, I made it. The cost was really high. I looked at the guitar. It is really silent instrument tonight. It whispered to me, tonite is not its night.
I took whole the coins from the cup. I started counting pounds, crowns, dinhars, and all sort of coins.
I took the phone and I call you.
I dialed 36 numbers. My years.
And that’s all.
//
Ftf.
//

Publicado el

FasTFatum and The Joshua Tree: 33th Birthday.

jt
Yes, I reached to the 33 years. After 22 years that I first listened «The Joshua Tree», just when I was 11 years old. Today is my birthday, I have waken up at 6am, listening one song, «In God’s Country». I would really dream, running to stand still or singing I still haven’t found what I looking for. Just with the feeling and with the essence of this child thought. Not more. Because maybe it’s fair enough, just thinking we could drive and get to be somewhere «In God’s Country». I will drive to there, slowly. Now Slow Fatum has just started.
Akordatzen naiz, 11 urterekin, goizean goiz zoriontzeko deitu didan nere amak, ez zuela ulertzen diska beltz (jada ikutu eta zaharkitua, nere home-diskotekan) horren inguruan orduak eta orduak ematea, entzuten. Mapetan ez dauden koordenatara eramaten ninduten ni. Leku, lasai eta zabaletara. Eta beti geratzen nintzen pentsatzen nolakoa izango ote zen, jeans jakaz jantzita argazkietan osotasun bat osatuz, agertzen ziren lau tipo dublindar horiek, Anton Corbijn argazkilari maixuak diska islatu zuen, «jainkoen herrialdea» hura.
Eta gaur, 33 urte. Azkenean.
Joshua Tree eta Joshuaren urteak. 33 urte, duela 22, 11 urte.
Koordenada matematikoak, akaso. Norberak, bere fatum-a bizkar gainean, iritsi behar duen lekura heltzeko. (Eta ere akordatzen naiz, kantu gogor eta apokaliptikoarekin: «Exit». Ez neurea. u2ena, jakina).
Koordenadak, Joshua Tree-ra.

33th Zorionak/Happy birthday FasTFatum!