Alma Filmography

• Sadomaster Locura General (2011)
• Actividad subnormal (2010)

Alma Filmography

• She-Male Strokers 20 (2007)
• Trans X 14 (2006)

Alma Filmography

• Het bittere kruid (1985)
• Tien jaar schrijverscollectief - Een klein jubileum (1980)

• Mago De Oz
• Tom Lehrer
• Gustavo cerati
• Alejandro Filio
• Andrés Cepeda
• Phil Manzanera
• Luzielle Carvalho

Atrás en la quietud, que tiñe toda piel
Con los tonos de un final
Dejé al dolor volar, hacia mi libertad
Me citó la eternidad
Mi cuerpo se cansó
Mi vida bostezó
Pero mi mente sigue en pie
No es una cuenta atrás
Es otro ciclo más
Es un principio, no es el fin
Mi alma hoy quiere volar
Ser agua, ser brisa del mar
Y ser la flor que en tu jardín
Trepando llegue hasta ti
Es tan duro saber
Que en tu cuerpo también
Hay fecha de caducidad
Se bien que he de librar
Una batalla más
Que mañana otra habrá
Me puso la salud
Los cuernos con tu dios
Y mi sentencia dictó
En mis tinieblas hay
Una luz que al final
Arrulla mi corazón
Mi alma hoy quiere volar
Ser agua, ser brisa del mar
Y ser la flor que en tu jardín
Trepando llegue hasta ti, hasta ti
Mi alma hoy quiere volar
Romper cadenas y soñar
Y con tu voz oírte hablar
Me llevo amor, me llevo paz

Last december 13th, there appeared in the newspapers the juiciest, spiciest, raciest obituary that has ever been my pleasure to read. it was that of a lady name alma mahler gropius werfel who ha
Her lifetime, managed to acquire as lovers practically all of the top creative men in central europe, and, among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary, by the way, which was what made i
Interesting, there were three whom she went so far as to marry.
One of the leading composers of the day: gustav mahler, composer of das lied von der erde and other light classics. one of the leading architects: walter gropius of the bauhaus school of design.
One of the leading writers: franz werfel, author of the song of bernadette and other masterpieces. it's people like that who make you realize how little you've accomplished. it is a sobering tho
For example, that when mozart was my age he had been dead for two years. it seemed to me, I'm reading this obituary, that the story of alma was the stuff of which ballads should be made so here
The loveliest girl in vienna
Was alma, the smartest as well.
Once you picked her up on your antenna,
You'd never be free of her spell.
Her lovers were many and varied,
From the day she began her -- beguine.
There were three famous ones whom she married,
And God knows how many between.
Alma, tell us!
All modern women are jealous.
Which of your magical wands
Got you gustav and walter and franz?
The first one she married was mahler,
Whose buddies all knew him as gustav.
And each time he saw her he'd holler:
"ach, that is the fraulein I moost have!"
Their marriage, however, was murder.
He'd scream to the heavens above,
"i'm writing das lied von der erde,
And she only wants to make love!"
Alma, tell us!
All modern women are jealous.
You should have a statue in bronze
For bagging gustav and walter and franz.
While married to gus, she met gropius,
And soon she was swinging with walter.
Gus died, and her tear drops were copious.
She cried all the way to the altar.
But he would work late at the bauhaus,
And only came home now and then.
She said, "what am I running? a chow house?
It's time to change parters again."
Alma, tell us!
All modern women are jealous.
Though you didn't even use ponds,
You got gustav and walter and franz.
While married to walt she'd met werfel,
And he too was caught in her net.
He married her, but he was carefell,
'cause alma was no bernadette.
And that is the story of alma,
Who knew how to receive and to give.
The body that reached her embalma'
Was one that had known how to live.
Alma, tell us!
How can they help being jealous?
Ducks always envy the swans
Who get gustav and walter,
You never did falter,
With gustav and walter and franz.
I know some people feel that marriage as an institution is dying out, but I disagree and the point was driven home to me rather forcefully not long ago by a letter I received which said: "d
G, I love you and I cannot live without you. marry me, or I will kill myself." well, I was a little disturbed at that until I took another look at the envelope and saw that it was addressed
Ccupant.
Speaking of love, one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days in books,and plays,and movies on, is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love. husbands and
Who can't communicate; children who can't communicate with their parents, and so on. and the characters in these books, and plays, and so on, and in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoanin

Un mapa único
desdibujado
bajo las sábanas del hada.
Desperdiciado por fantasías
lo que querías
huele a jardín.
Sugiero que nos quedemos
atentos
por las siglas de los siglos.
Desperdigados por fantasías
lo que querías
no tiene fin.
Suave estar...
Hola! siempre te encuentro...

Ella puso la luz en su mirada
Y lleg despertando primaveras,
Como luna tocaba mi ventana
Para que con las alas me recogiera.
Ella tiene la llave de esta puerta
Para dar con el sitio donde guardo
Mis virtudes, mis males, mis demencias,
Todas mis excelencias y mis fracasos.
Conmigo por la vida y yo con ella
Ha contado alegrias y tristezas
Entre la tempestad siempre la calma,
Es toda la verdad, es luz, es alma.
Yo la miro y no s lo que es el tiempo
Recuerdo aquel caf, aquel momento
Y regresa otra vez aquella tarde

Alma
Andrés Cepeda
Voy a cambiarle la fachada a esta casa
Pues no me gusta verla triste y agrietada
Se que es muy grande y que tal ves
Me tome tiempo verla bien
Voy a pintarla de color verde esperanza
Aunque se me pierda la fe
Tantos temblores que se ven
Y cuando veo algún amigo que se agarra
Con sus dos manos de un pincel
Para ayudar y componer
Se ves más luz en el cristal de la ventana
Alma
Lo que le falta es alma
Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas
Y si no creo en mí creer
Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer
Dígame quien le va a cambiar esa fachada
Alma
Donde estará su alma
Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas
Y si no creo en mí creer
Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Esa fachada
Aunque se me pierda la fe
Tantos temblores que se ven
Y cuando veo algún amigo que se agarra
Con sus dos manos de un pincel
Para ayudar y componer
Se ves más luz en el cristal de las ventanas
Alma
Lo que le falta es alma
Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas
Y si no creo en mí creer
Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar

Bright lights and the city are all that I need
Got away from the country life they're all friends to me
But the roar of the street and the cold window pane
Keeps me from you.
Sidewalk talk in the bitter night brings a kid down so
fast
Sit in bars watching cars I'm just hoping to see you pass
But the scream off the street and the cold window pane
Keeps me from you.
Some way one day we're on our own
Put out my hands and touch your face
Some way can't say I'm all alone
I don't recognise this time or place
I see your face in Strange sights in the car headlights
of the shop front display
See me glide on the city tide am I stealing your heart
away
Or does the lure of the street and this cold window pain

Alma! Alma! Alma!
Alma!
Deixa eu ver sua alma
A epiderme da alma
Superfície!
Alma!
Deixa eu tocar sua alma
Com a superfície da palma
Da minha mão
Superfície!...
Easy! Fique bem easy
Fique sem, nem razão
Da superfície!
Livre! Fique sim, livre
Fique bem, com razão ou não
Aterrize!...
Alma!
Isso do medo se acalma
Isso de sede se aplaca
Todo pesar não existe
Alma!
Como um reflexo na água
Sobre a última camada
Que fica na
Superfície!...
Crise!
Já acabou, livre
Já passou o meu temor
Do seu medo sem motivo
Riso, de manhã, riso
De neném a água já molhou
A superfície!...
Alma!
Daqui do lado de fora
Nenhuma forma de trauma
Sobrevive!
Abra a sua válvula agora
A sua cápsula alma
Flutua na
Superfície!...
Lisa, que me alisa
Seu suor, o sal que sai do sol
Da superfície!
Simples, devagar, simples
Bem de leve
A alma já pousou
Na superfície!...
Alma!
Daqui do lado de fora
Nenhuma forma de trauma
Sobrevive!
Abra a sua válvula agora
A sua cápsula alma
Flutua na
Superfície!...
Lisa, que me alisa
Seu suor, o sal que sai do sol
Da superfície!
Simples, devagar, simples
Bem de leve
A alma já pousou
Na superfície!...
Alma!
Deixa eu ver sua alma
A epiderme da alma
Superfície!
Alma!
Deixa eu tocar sua alma
Com a superfície da palma
Da minha mão
Superfície!...
Alma!
Deixa eu ver!
Deixa eu tocar!
Alma! Alma!
Deixa eu ver!
Deixa eu tocar!
Alma! Alma!
Superfície
Alma! Alma!