Para Maruma

Cuando Caracas era mas amable y dejaban a las jirafas comer de la Ceiba.

No olvido la primera vez que vi la Ceiba de San Francisco, tendría como 10 años, pensé que era un Baobab, como esos del cuento...

De Mucia a Madrid

Place des Vosges, una tarde de verano

Smithsoniano

Jirafa

Libreta 27

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louvre museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, i'm the bottom you're the top!

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're a turkey dinner,
You're the time, of a derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, baby, i'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're an Arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an o'Neill drama,
You're Whistler's mama!
You're camembert.

You're a rose,
You're inferno's Dante,
You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way,
As the french would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, i'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent
You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants on a Roxy usher
I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop,
But if Baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!

Libreta 26

Libreta 25

Libreta 24

Daniel Wurtsel

Leave

I, I know you like it
I, I know you do.

I have made a rocket.
And I made it, for you

You, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you.

You are all I know
You are all I know

Go, go go, go, go just go!
Sing, sing, sing a leaping song, like you’re leaving

Goodbye!
Goodbye!

Debajo del otoño

Figurines that fall like leaves the disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My minds slipping far away
I'm falling out of touch
Could someone please explain?

Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone please explain?

Caminata

Back to when I was born on a full moon,
I nearly split my mama in two.
While she held me proud I had the thought:
Well, there's no one more beautiful than you.

Ahhhhh ahhhhhhh

And you're the kindlin' still that burns below my heart,
And you're the hooves that lead me through the forest.

Ahhhhh ahhhhhhh

And you're the kindlin' still that burns below my heart,
You're the memory now that lives across the world,
While the wind howls low and tries to steal my hours,
You're the hooves that lead me through the forest.

Libreta 22

Libreta 21

Libreta 20

Cygnus

Libreta 17, 18 y 19

Ultimamente lloro con
cualquier cancion de amor.
En mis mejillas
escamas secas de amor

Es que en esa ilusion
me protejo de vos
a nadie puedo amar
nadie va a pasar.

A los enamorados
quiero lastimar
cuidado conmigo
llevo un cuchillo
en las manos.

El vacio otra vez
me invita a ver hojas
muertas en la superficie.

En lo profundo de mi,
la verdad que voy a ir
a buscar aja.

La musica es mi eje
la musica es mi eje
la musica es mi eje

En lo profundo de mi,
la verdad que voy a ir
a buscar aja.