Thursday, January 11, 2007

We will meet again

1930-2007
We'll meet again
Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear
Just for a while, dear, we must part.
Don't let the parting upset you,
I'll not forget you, sweetheart.
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.
Keep smiling through, just like you always do,
'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.
So will you please hello to the folks that I know,
Tell them that I won't be long.
And they'll be happy to know that as you saw me go,
I was singing this song.
Yeah, we'll meet again,
I don't know where and I don't know when,
But I know that we'll meet again some sunny day.
So, honey. Keep smiling through, just like you always do,
'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.
So will you please hello to the folks that I know,
And tell them that I won't be long.
And they'll be happy to know that as you saw me go,
I was singing this song.
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

Tenía que pasar

From my audio-stash to your heart:
We'll meet again, by Johnny Cash

Monday, January 01, 2007

Feliz, feliz año nuevo.

El INER

Cada día, los gargajos sanguinolentos embarrados en los baños, acera y piso cambian de color. Un arcoiris viscoso de azules, amarillos, verdes. Rojo.

Te acostumbras a dormir en el piso, entre hormigas lampiñas y albinas; a saberte los nombres de doctores, enfermeras, guardias. Te acostumbras a escuchar el mismo informe médico: "Narcosis por C02, hipertensión, EPOC, blah, blah, fuckin'-bleedin' blah."

En terapia intensiva terminas por reconocer y convivir con tus vecinos, familiares de los pacientes. Inquilinos incidentales en la sala de espera; todos con la esperanza de ver al paciente mejor. Mi padre, tu hermano, su esposa.

Se habla de concentradores de oxígeno, de tanques, válvulas, porcentaje de oxigenación, cigarros, traqueotomías, ventiladores, BIPAP's, glucosa, anemia, apnea, neumonía, pulmonía, bronquioneumonía, pleuras. Se comparan precios de medicinas, neumólogos, cardiólogos, homeópatas, geriatras. Se concretan tratos, se intercambian teléfonos, se dan abrazos y a veces, pésames.

Felicitas al vecino por el año nuevo. ¿Qué ostias le dices?. "Muchas felicidades, mis mejores deseos, que cumplas todas tus metas. Ojalá tu paciente no se muera". Brindamos con café del 7/11, fumamos el primer cigarro del año. No entendemos nada. No nos dicen nada.

Otro año nuevo comienza en el Instituto Nacional de Enfermedades Respiratorias.
Feliz 2007.

¿Cómo era que decía Keats? Life is shit, and shit is life; ¿o algo así, no?


So, soundtrack for the last week of 2006:

Six Days

At the starting of the week
At summit talks you'll hear them speak
It's only Monday
Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It's only Tuesday
You never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fools' day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It's only Thursday
You feel a shaking on the ground
A billion candles burn aroundIs it your birthday?

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Make tomorrow come I think it's too late

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From my audio-stash to your heart:
Six Days, by DJ Shadow (remixed by Def Mos)