automatics


en cada aterrizaje by automatics
24 abril, 2012, 14:59
Filed under: berlin, dublin, español, text

en cada aterrizaje me pregunto

qué pasaría si muriera

así de pronto, sin despedirme

no me da miedo, me da pena

me quedo muy triste

hasta que me entrego a la carrera por ser la primera en llegar al control de pasaportes

y se me olvida

hasta el siguiente aterrizaje



delete * from * ; by automatics
14 octubre, 2011, 12:14
Filed under: berlin, curro, dublin, english, text

today is my last day at work

and i work from home [it is not my last day at home btw]

it feels weird

i will log off at 17.30

no hugs, no pints

just log off, that’s it, boom, easy

weird



irish cuisine by automatics
20 septiembre, 2011, 14:10
Filed under: dublin, english

i searched for irish cuisine

and got back the question did you mean irish cousin?

.

.

i thought that was mean

en español

Sigue leyendo



it’s arab strap time! by automatics
7 septiembre, 2011, 11:04
Filed under: conversations, dublin, english, text
yesterday i put my chat status up at work
while i was listening to “The Arab Strap“, scottish rock band
the status was “It’s arab strap time !”
… …
my manager comes over and goes “what does that mean” and i explain about the band
and she leaves
… …
now go on this link Arab strap (sexual device)and read the first few lines

and put the pieces together.. “It’s arab strap time!”
real conversation, via angelotti


es que no entiendo de futbol by automatics
26 julio, 2011, 10:28
Filed under: conversations, dublin, text

es que no entiendo de futbol,

si voy al partido,

tendré que pasar antes por las apuestas para no quedarme dormida

conversaciones con xiuli

durante el mundial de fútbol 2010



that silence at the end of the tape by automatics
20 junio, 2011, 09:56
Filed under: dublin, text

going through the wicklow mountains in daoirdre’s funky car with james and paola

i realised i had forgotten

that silence at the end of the old tapes

and how after 10 minutes

bob dylan starts again…



living && leaving the moment by automatics
14 junio, 2011, 08:47
Filed under: dublin, text

the worst feeling of leaving a place
that i’m not planning to come back to
is to leave a situation
that will never come back
—-
lo peor de irme de un sitio
al que no tengo pensado volver
es dejar una situación
que nunca volverá




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