miércoles, 28 de septiembre de 2011
Ernesto Sábato
Yo creo que la verdad es perfecta para las matemáticas, la química, la filosofía, pero no para la vida. En la vida, la ilusión, la imaginación, el deseo, la esperanza cuentan más.
domingo, 25 de septiembre de 2011
On the seventh day I rest
I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you
Last night I drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you
miércoles, 21 de septiembre de 2011
Así es
El "nunca más" nunca se cumple, el "para siempre" siempre termina, los amores "eternos" pueden nacer y morir en una noche así como grandes amigos de la noche a la mañana resultan ser los mejores desconocidos. Pero uno fue, es y será; con más o menos matices quien debe ser.
martes, 20 de septiembre de 2011
Ahora
Desconectada del mundo y sumergida en teorías posmodernistas, tratando de entender el hiperindividualismo, el nuevo narcisismo y el derrumbe de vanguardias y rebeliones en la contemporaneidad. #yconwallasymisgolosinasallado
jueves, 15 de septiembre de 2011
What I'll do
"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving." - Einstein
domingo, 11 de septiembre de 2011
jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011
Anais Nin
Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.
It is not madness. It is an effort to transcend the rigidities and the patterns made by the rational mind.
i go in to come out.
Love is the axis and breath of my life.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
In chaos, there is fertility.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. [...] I never feel the brakes. I overflow. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, then it makes me dizzy.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by...
It is not madness. It is an effort to transcend the rigidities and the patterns made by the rational mind.
i go in to come out.
Love is the axis and breath of my life.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
In chaos, there is fertility.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. [...] I never feel the brakes. I overflow. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, then it makes me dizzy.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by...
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