Soñadores trepando nubes

martes, 30 de julio de 2013


Who put all those things in your head?

lunes, 29 de julio de 2013

Parar de mirar el documental.

jueves, 25 de julio de 2013

Dos de mis cosas favoritas juntas. Too good to be true.

miércoles, 24 de julio de 2013

Birdy - 1901 [Official Music Video]

Si mi mejor amiga no me entiende, quién me va a entender?

Birdy - People Help The People [Official Music Video]

lunes, 22 de julio de 2013

Infinitas ganas de comer sandía.

sábado, 20 de julio de 2013

You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love. 
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now
—  The Types of People You Will Fall in Love With In Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell
Puede ser así todos los días? Por favor, sí, por favor. Gracias. Por favor.

jueves, 18 de julio de 2013

Silvio Rodríguez (Cuba,1978) - Mariposas

He vuelto a ser aquel cantar del aguacero que hizo casi legal su abrazo en tu cintura. Y tú apareces en mi ventana, suave y pequeña, con alas blancas. Yo ni respiro para que duermas y no te vayas. (...) Así eras tú en aquellas tardes divertidas, así eras tú de furibunda compañera. Eras como esos días en que eres la vida y todo lo que tocas se hace primavera. Ay, mariposa, tú eres el alma de los guerreros que aman y cantan, y eres el nuevo ser que se asoma por mi garganta .

"La educación de carácter liberador es un proceso mediante el cual el educador invita a los educandos a reconocer y descubrir críticamente la realidad. La domesticación trata de impartir una falsa conciencia a los educandos, que redunde en una fácil adaptación a su realidad, mientras que una práctica liberadora no puede reducirse a un intento, por parte del educador, de imponer libertas a los educandos.
El proceso de domesticación es prescriptivo en sí mismo; y el liberador dialógico.
La educación para la domesticación consiste en un acto de transferencia de “conocimiento”, mientras que la educación para la libertad es un acto de conocimiento y un proceso de acción transformadora que debería ejercerse sobre la realidad."

Freire, Paulo (1990). La naturaleza política de la educación. Pág. 115

lunes, 15 de julio de 2013

Mmhm :)
Es todo lo que tengo para contarte blogcito.

jueves, 11 de julio de 2013

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. 
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. 
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. 
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
— Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home 

martes, 2 de julio de 2013


Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, you favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being.
“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”

lunes, 1 de julio de 2013


Aplaudamos a Julio por haber escrito hace 50 años ya, el libro más hermoso de todo el mundo.

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