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Jul 30, 2011 2

Midnight Tempo IV

Photo: Charles Bergquist

In summer we go to lie together beside the wather all of the things of the city mean half as much when we finally take them inside
ourseleves.
The slow water lapping the sun on our skin and the shadows we cast echo fr ages dogs also happy lying like this huddled together
on the beach in and out of sleep with ancientness hovering over like a protecting hand. [1]

When we are sleeping, aeroplanes carry memories of the horrors we have given
our silent consent to into the night sky of our cities and leave them there to gather
like clouds and condense into our dreams before morning. [2]

There is no changing of the seasons, in the electric city and no real darkness.
The street is iluminated all night with orange light and the concrete is like a carpet.
We have dreamed the street as a room and it has become true
There is no indoors or outdoors anymore. [3]

Let’s get drop out the funky beats of the last playlist.  Keep on the way to bed time, without losing pace.
Enjoy!

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Category: Beats, Bedroom playlist, Electronic, Pop

Jul 23, 2011 5

Midnight Tempo III

Image via: Foldedmemos

Es sábado por la noche, lo sé…
Este playlist va dirigido a quienes muy probablemente, en estos momentos, se encuentran en una fiesta o una reunión, y no tienen en mente más que iniciar el exilio de ahi; no un exódo, es decir, mudarse a un ambiente más pausado, pero sin sacrificar ritmo.  O simplemente como yo, irse a dormir, pero abriendo paso al sueño con intermitente sigilo.

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Category: Bedroom playlist

Jul 3, 2011 1

Overpowered

Photo: Richard Misrach

“When I think that I’m over you,  I’m overpowered”

Behind this playlist isn’t there a mood, an “idea”, a moment, etc…Just the intention to share to you, what sounds on my ipod this summer.
Enjoy it.

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Electronic, Motel de Moka, Pop

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]

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