The Guilty Cosmopolitan

The Guilty Cosmopolitan

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Mexico City native. Londoner at heart. Now in NYC. Happiest when riding a bike.
Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.
| Albert Camus (via stoweboyd)

My song of the summer. 

Lyrics are a beauty (scroll down for English)

[Strofa 1]
Il cartello di Cali è un bordello
Meglio il traffico delle vacanze
Quelle code infinite di macchine
Che si vedono al telegiornale
Mi mettono di buon umore
Come gli stabilimenti balneari
E il cielo quando è tutto azzurro
E il cielo quando è tutto azzurro

[Bridge 1]
E l'aria che sa di mare
E tutti ci vogliamo nuotare
E tutti ci vogliamo nuotare
E il sole che ci fa bene
Alla pelle, agli occhi, alle ossa
E non ci fa pensare

[Ritornello]
Ti mando un vocale
Di dieci minuti
Soltanto per dirti
Quanto sono felice
Ma quanto è puttana
Questa felicità
Che dura un minuto
Ma che botta ci dà

[Strofa 2]
Ma che bello sudare d'estate
Ai matrimoni, all'ufficio postale
Alla festa del santo patrono
Quando il volante non si può toccare
Mi mette di buon umore
Come il vento sotto la maglietta
E la birra che si scalda in fretta
E la birra che si scalda in fretta

[Bridge 2]
E l'aria che sa di sale
E tutti ci vogliamo baciare
E tutti ci vogliamo baciare
E il sole che ci fa bene
Alla pelle, agli occhi, alle ossa
E non ci fa pensare

[Ritornello]
Ti mando un vocale
Di dieci minuti
Soltanto per dirti
Quanto sono felice
Ma quanto è puttana
Questa felicità
Che dura un minuto
Ma che botta ci dà
Ma che botta ci dà
Ma che botta ci dà
Ma che botta
Ma che botta ci dà

English

[Strop 1]
The Cali cartel is a brothel
Better holiday traffic
Those endless queues of cars
What you see on the news
They put me in a good mood
Like the bathing establishments
And the sky when it’s all blue
And the sky when it’s all blue

[Bridge 1]
And the air that smells of the sea
And we all want to swim
And we all want to swim
And the sun that is good for us
To the skin, to the eyes, to the bones
And it does not make us think

[Refrain]
I send you a vowel
Ten minutes
Just to tell you
How happy I am
But how much is a whore
This happiness
That lasts a minute
But what a blow it gives us

[Strop 2]
But how nice to sweat in the summer
At weddings, at the post office
At the feast of the patron saint
When the steering wheel can not be touched
It puts me in a good mood
Like the wind under the shirt
And the beer that heats up quickly
And the beer that heats up quickly

[Bridge 2]
And the air that tastes of salt
And we all want to kiss
And we all want to kiss
And the sun that is good for us
To the skin, to the eyes, to the bones
And it does not make us think

[Refrain]
I send you a vowel
Ten minutes
Just to tell you
How happy I am
But how much is a whore
This happiness
That lasts a minute
But what a blow it gives us
But what a blow it gives us
But what a blow it gives us
What a blow
But what a blow it gives us

So excited that my profile on the @united-nations Deputy Secretary-General, Amina Mohammed for the Wing’s second issue of No Man’s Land is finally out! She’s not just a badass diplomat, but also the best dressed official at the UN. Her energy and... So excited that my profile on the @united-nations Deputy Secretary-General, Amina Mohammed for the Wing’s second issue of No Man’s Land is finally out! She’s not just a badass diplomat, but also the best dressed official at the UN. Her energy and... So excited that my profile on the @united-nations Deputy Secretary-General, Amina Mohammed for the Wing’s second issue of No Man’s Land is finally out! She’s not just a badass diplomat, but also the best dressed official at the UN. Her energy and... So excited that my profile on the @united-nations Deputy Secretary-General, Amina Mohammed for the Wing’s second issue of No Man’s Land is finally out! She’s not just a badass diplomat, but also the best dressed official at the UN. Her energy and...

So excited that my profile on the @united-nations Deputy Secretary-General, Amina Mohammed for the Wing’s second issue of No Man’s Land is finally out! She’s not just a badass diplomat, but also the best dressed official at the UN. Her energy and enthusiasm never cease to amaze me.

olympichampion:
““Mirai Nagasu becomes the first U.S. woman to land a triple axel at the Olympics.
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olympichampion:
““Mirai Nagasu becomes the first U.S. woman to land a triple axel at the Olympics.
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olympichampion:
““Mirai Nagasu becomes the first U.S. woman to land a triple axel at the Olympics.
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olympichampion:

Mirai Nagasu becomes the first U.S. woman to land a triple axel at the Olympics.

chatnoirs-baton:
“Yuna Kim, lighter (light of my life) of the Olympic Cauldron at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics
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“Yuna Kim, lighter (light of my life) of the Olympic Cauldron at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics
” chatnoirs-baton:
“Yuna Kim, lighter (light of my life) of the Olympic Cauldron at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics
” chatnoirs-baton:
“Yuna Kim, lighter (light of my life) of the Olympic Cauldron at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics
” chatnoirs-baton:
“Yuna Kim, lighter (light of my life) of the Olympic Cauldron at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics
” chatnoirs-baton:
“Yuna Kim, lighter (light of my life) of the Olympic Cauldron at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics
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chatnoirs-baton:

Yuna Kim, lighter (light of my life) of the Olympic Cauldron at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics

Let’s become a spot upon which fateful moonlight shines. 
Let’s become that night. 
Let’s become that park.
Let’s absorb and drip. We’re damp grains of earth. We’re grass purged of color. We’re November’s darkness.

Mean by Myriam Gurba. 

This is one of the best book beginnings I’ve ever read.

It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sundowns sterner. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.—Where is Love to-day?
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Lavinia Dickinson c. November 1864
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Two rare things for me: a late night and selfie.

Do not judge me by my successes. Judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.
Nelson Mandela
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