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The Post Office: Lost In Space
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Wednesday, 29 August 2007. 8230;Il se sent étranger. 8230;pas, Il doit dormir. 8230;peut etre, seulement perdu dans l'espace. It seemed I’d been riding all day on the bus, only to awake to the sound of soft whispering behind my ears, then realizing it had only been two minutes since I closed my eyes. The engine was still roaring. Yeux de Chat triste. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tweeter and The Monkey Man. El Forastero (En Español). Yeux de Chat triste. View my complete profile.
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A list of all contributors to the B2 project. As you can see, we are lots. Follow the links and find out more about those rare people beyond Berlins unique guide on urban culture. 02 Mariángeles Aguirre, Argentina. 05 Manuela Barrero, Spain. 06 Óscar Bernal, Mexico. 07 Toni Blanes, Spain. 08 Carol Börjesson, Spain. 09 Lena Braun, Germany. 12 Ste. V. Castilla, Spain. Spain (creative chief editor B2. 19 María Dupuy, Argentina. 20 Leandro Dopacio, Argentina. 21 Eneko Elejalde, Spain. 25 Extra, Spain. Follow...
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The Post Office: July 2007
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Wednesday, 11 July 2007. Ambiguity is her name, pretending her disguise, another beautiful pussycat dancing ballet on her paws. A little feline angel with the devil in her eyes, she’d press her claws against your back to let you know she’s having fun, everything is alright; then leave a little fur on you to remind you that every time you’re gone, she will miss you much, and you will miss her so. Dirt on her mirror, floors and sink too, kitty is a mess, no matter what, there's simply no help so. El Forast...
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The Post Office: Late, Later On
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Thursday, 6 September 2007. Late, Later On. One of these days I will be as gone as I could be,. So you can go back to sleep now darling,. Because we may never be,. And this is something I’ve been told,. Right from day one. Within these words I am left to be found,. Forsaken and flirting with time,. Because silence won’t make it truer,. And this is something I’ve known,. Right from the start. Out on the highway and into the shadowlands,. When your night is eclipsed,. I’ll be out of sight. 12 September 200...
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The Post Office: June 2007
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Thursday, 28 June 2007. Hung Up And Overdue. 8230;you can never tell. Yeux de Chat triste. Links to this post. Wednesday, 13 June 2007. Algunos Días Están Hechos Para Fumar. Recuerdo muy bien aquel día en el que le vi por primera vez: era tal como hoy, nublado, húmedo y con un blanco en el cielo que se parecía a ese resplandeciente tono de las fotos tomadas con un tiempo de exposición alto. Yeux de Chat triste. Links to this post. Tuesday, 5 June 2007. They haven’t been around forever, that's true,...
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The Post Office: May 2007
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Wednesday, 30 May 2007. I just found this telegram on the floor. It seems to have been posted to someone whose name and address are no longer printed on the envelope. It's a Notice of Surrender and it reads as follows:. From fight to fight,. From dust to dust,. I breathe a sigh. And long to rust. Storming she comes on her dark horse,. Silently I must put my ear to the ground. But her lightning strike comes with subtle force. Chevalier canons that make no sound. On my knees I stand fain,. I just mumbled o...
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The Post Office: Impossible Germany
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Friday, 31 August 2007. Tonight the Post Office has decided to remain open a bit longer only to celebrate sweetly-crafted pop. An addiction I’ve had since I was a kid trading my lunch money for cassette tapes. (I’ll go further on this at some later stage, as this was a precious age of mine which I’ve always treasured). I'll say what this means to me. I'll do what I can. All need to face. But I know you're not listening. No I know you're not listening. This was still new to me. This is what love is for.
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The Post Office: September 2007
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Monday, 17 September 2007. Don’t worry, sometimes this is just the way things are, we’ve been eating the same meals every day and the radio still plays the same old songs. I guess we both got somebody else in our minds. The truth falls before our eyes and drips onto the table again and again. To nowhere, th. What reads on the sign. No common ground to stand on, so where do we go from here? Road ahead stretches for miles and miles, every line on the asphalt rolling through the rearview m. Late, Later On.
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The Post Office: The Waiting
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Sunday, 21 October 2007. Deep-digging into my record collection I stumbled across this little old gem, easily one of the simplest yet most overwhelming songs ever written about those precious longings that get us. Oh baby don’t it feel like. Don’t it feel like somethin’ from a dream. Yeah I’ve never known nothing quite like this. Don’t it feel like tonight might never be again. We know better than to try and pretend. Baby no one could have ever told me about this…. I said yeah yeah…. Yeux de Chat triste.
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The Post Office: Unknowingly
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Friday, 2 November 2007. Here we are waiting for that perfect moment to begin; the beautiful sound of drums softly banged on the Tom-toms captures me floating and following you onto the roof tonight. You ask me what’s in my pocket and I slide my hand into it, pull it out again and spread it open for you to see:. Oh it’s a little feather! Now it’s my turn to see what’s in your pocket,. I reply without hiding my amazement. Yes, here we are and I can only be mesmerized…. Jeff once sang stars were each one a...
