Mi helado favorito que curiosamente coincide en colores con mi taza favorita en la que lo estoy tomando y The Reader, una de mis películas favoritas. Un buen final para un Domingo despreciable.
lunes, 29 de abril de 2013
domingo, 28 de abril de 2013
“No había manera de hacerte comprender que así no llegarías nunca a nada, que había cosas que eran demasiado tarde y otras que eran demasiado pronto, y estabas siempre tan al borde de la desesperación en el centro mismo de la alegría y del desenfado, había tanta niebla en tu corazón desconcertado.”
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jueves, 25 de abril de 2013
sábado, 20 de abril de 2013
Rebelión, conformismo, angustia, alimentos terrestres, todas las dicotomías: el Yin y el Yang, la contemplación o la Tatigkeit, avena arrollada o perdices faisandées, Lascaux o Mathieu, qué hamaca de palabras, qué dialéctica de bolsillo con tormentas en piyama y cataclismos de living room. El solo hecho de interrogarse sobre la posible elección vicia y enturbia lo elegible. Que sí, que no, que en ésta esté… Parecería que una elección no puede ser dialéctica, que su planteo la empobrece, es decir la falsea, es decir la transforma en otra cosa. Entre el Yin y el Yang, ¿cuántos eones? Del si al no, ¿cuántos quizá?.
- Julio Cortázar, Rayuela.
- Julio Cortázar, Rayuela.
viernes, 19 de abril de 2013
“It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.”
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martes, 16 de abril de 2013
lunes, 15 de abril de 2013
Cuando creyó que se moría,
un amigo, me contó
que él era culpable de los siete pecados capitales.
Avaricia, envidia, gula, lujuria, pereza,
soberbia, ira.
Jamás me confesé, dijo. - Yo no quería
que el cura gozará más que yo
con mis pecados y por avaricia, me los guarde.
No confesé que me daban envidia las moscas que podían
volar bajo la pollera de esa mujer.
Gula, si, gula desde la primera vez que la vi,
el canibalismo no me pareció tan mal,
por lujuria o rayos X
yo siempre la veía desnuda,
como desnuda se ve la espada a pesar de la vaina.
Meterme en ella era la único que no me daba pereza,
fuera de ella yo andaba,
desganado, asueñado, como bicho, fumigado,
me arrastraba sin rumbo, ni tumbo.
y en ella estuve
más entrando que saliendo.
Hasta que cometí la soberbia
de creer que ella era yo
y una noche, loco de ira
rompí a golpes ese espejo.
-Eduardo Galeano.
un amigo, me contó
que él era culpable de los siete pecados capitales.
Avaricia, envidia, gula, lujuria, pereza,
soberbia, ira.
Jamás me confesé, dijo. - Yo no quería
que el cura gozará más que yo
con mis pecados y por avaricia, me los guarde.
No confesé que me daban envidia las moscas que podían
volar bajo la pollera de esa mujer.
Gula, si, gula desde la primera vez que la vi,
el canibalismo no me pareció tan mal,
por lujuria o rayos X
yo siempre la veía desnuda,
como desnuda se ve la espada a pesar de la vaina.
Meterme en ella era la único que no me daba pereza,
fuera de ella yo andaba,
desganado, asueñado, como bicho, fumigado,
me arrastraba sin rumbo, ni tumbo.
y en ella estuve
más entrando que saliendo.
Hasta que cometí la soberbia
de creer que ella era yo
y una noche, loco de ira
rompí a golpes ese espejo.
-Eduardo Galeano.
As I walked out one evening.
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
WH Auden
sábado, 13 de abril de 2013
jueves, 11 de abril de 2013
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