"A child has this relationship to a creative force, you know? Yeah, your parents gradually shove your face in the concrete, and so do your teachers and school system and everything’s working against you, but the force of creativity nature is not working against you. It’s right there for you, at any time!

You just have to be ready not to judge yourself and to be open to whatever’s gonna come through you and to not judge what comes through, but be alright with it, whatever it is, cause it’s just the universe of expressing yourself."

John Anthony Frusciante.
Y mientras pasan los años, la ciudad permanece. Silenciosa, testigo de todo lo que sucede.


We weren’t supposed to be here...



"And last, my mom. I don’t think you know what you did. You had my brother when you were 18 years old. Three years later, I came out. The odds were stacked against us, single parent with two boys by the time you were 21 years old. Everybody told us we weren’t supposed to be here. We moved from apartment to apartment by ourselves. One of the best memories I have is when we moved into our first apartment, no bed, no furniture and we just all sat in the living room and just hugged each other because we thought we made it"

"When something good happens to you, I don’t know about you guys, but I tend to look back to what brought me here. And you wake me up in the middle night in the summertime, making me run up the hill, making me do push-ups, screaming at me from the sidelines at my games at 8 or 9 years old. We weren’t supposed to be here. You made us believe, you kept us off the street, put clothes on our backs, food on the table. When you didn’t eat, you made sure we ate. You went to sleep hungry, you sacrificed for us. You’re the real MVP"
Algún día echaremos a volar.
Algún día no quedará más remedio que echar a volar.
Hasta entonces nos conformaremos con el frío y duro suelo.
¿Quién quiere taparse si aún no conoce el frío?
¿Quién quiere guardarse si no existe enemigo?
¿Quién quiere ocultarse de lo desconocido?
¿Quién quiere encontrarse si aún no se ha perdido?
¿Quién quiere curarse si aún no ha sido herido?


You knew that it'd be trouble
Right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming that you were
That they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off
But you resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart I'd much rather
Keep on the balaclava


Al fin y al cabo nena un buen principio solo te facilita las cosas. Grandes historias comenzaron con un gran desastre. Es más, nosotros somos ese desastre.


No dejes de brillar.
"Lo que el hombre experimenta cuando está al borde del abismo no es el miedo a caerse, sino el temor a querer tirarse"