jueves, abril 25, 2013

miércoles, abril 24, 2013


Ceci n'est pas une pipe...


De lo barroco y los días: las cosas no son lo que parecen.



martes, abril 23, 2013



We stood by a pond that april day... 

Para un martes en el que las primeras lluvias 
abochornan, leer a Hardy. Para honrar las historias con un final, leer a Hardy.  Para esperar un nuevo inicio, leer a Hardy.  Siempre que sean las cuatro o las cinco, leer a Hardy. 


jueves, abril 04, 2013


Jueves



Dos de la tarde. 



miércoles, abril 03, 2013




Martes expiatorio 


Después de enjuiciada y enviada a lo hoguera, en medio de tibias cenizas flotantes,  viene a la mente lo que pudo haberse dicho para salvarse. 




lunes, abril 01, 2013



"My heart is like a singing bird"





Stanzas

Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For
idle dreams of things which cannot be:
To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region;
Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;
And visions rising, legion after legion,
Bring the unreal world too strangely near.
I’ll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.
I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.
Emily Brontë 

Koop feat. Yukimi Nagano - Whenever there is you [1-1]



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1FJk_g__xQ