What can you do, Annabelle?

The Decemberists – California One / Youth and Beauty Brigade
Zer egin dezakezu?
Golden Gate ikusi eta korrika hastea bezalakoa da.
Inor ez atzetik.
Zereginik ez.
Zer egin dezakezu?
Pentsatu duzu? Sobreanalisiaren konorte galtzea bezalakoa da.
Zer egin dezakezu?
Portazo bat eman, korrika irten eta liatzeko tabakoa murtxikatzen hastea. Matxinbrau-matxinbrau…idio txiki bat zen…Ah Jhon Brown zen hori, joño.

Latitude eta altitudeak antza nahastu ditugu, altuerak, balioak eta koordenadak.

The Postal Service – Natural Anthem
Berriro hasi da.
Nazioaren burrunda.
George Orwell eta Nikanor Zabaleta elkarrekin.
Nikanor, ze ari haiz iphone-ean entzuten?
Ereserkia.
1984 eta Anai Handia.

Seattle-etik akordatzen zara?
Gauez, iluna eta zubiz beteta.
Grunge mood edo antzeko zerbait.
What can you do, Kurt?

19 orduko hegaldi batean zer egin dezakezu?
3 ardo botila edan gutxienez eta herrikideez barre egin.
Lotsarik gabe. Kaferik geratzen al da?
Uztail Oparo Ostean-eko garaikoa edo Euripean Sua-koa?
Ze axola du?
Maite al dituzu, bideak? Nik maite nuena, zera zen:
bidezidorrak, jada inora eramango ez zaituzten bidezidorrak.
Kotxerik ezean.
Bidezidorrik ez.
Gidaririk gabe, jada bidezidorrik ez.
Arcade Fire – No Cars Go
Ftf.

Keep Running your Car (Arcade Fire)

Downtown.
Downstairs.

Two blacks and Suzanne, the blonde hair, super-perfect girl, next to me. In the Pearl District. 12th Av. Silk Vietnamitese Restaurant.

And the iPhone is telling me that this Arcade Fire is called “Keep the Car Running”.

The only thing I know is my stomach belongs to me.
And nobody is going to break it any longer.

I said.
//
Meanwhile, Jhon and Martin sat down in the next table. They looked at each other. 2 seconds. And they kissed shortly.
The waitress did not trust the age. So, Martin had to show the ID. They laughed. Kissed again. Drank a couple of beers.
//
The train is going to depart, outside.
So, do not stop inside.
Keep Running your Car, man, Keep Running….
No pares joder!
Embrace your stomach and run, man, run…

And the most important thing, do not look it back.
//
I left the table like hurricane.
Jhon and Martin were steady looking at me, surprisingly, this time they did not kiss each other. They ate. And follow my trace, looking at my yellow trainers.

Keep Running your Car.
(Who’s gonna ride your wild horses?)
Someday.
Agur.