December 2011
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November 2011
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El acuario
¿Se ha examinado alguna vez lo suficientemente de cerca esta extraña enfermedad del alma que se denomina aburrimiento? Resulta bastante notable que afecte de preferencia a los jóvenes. Por eso el romanticismo, que pretendía ser una adolescencia eterna, hizo de él su banderín de enganche. Si mis recuerdos no me engañan, me he aburrido mortalmente durante mis años de infancia, luego cada vez menos...
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September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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Jul 26th
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WatchWatch
“To me, the purest beauty is the world of mathematics. Its perfect assemblage of numbers, magnitudes and forms persist, independent of us. The aesthetic experience of the sublime in mathematics is awe-inspiring. It is similar to the experience we have when we confront the vast magnitude of the universe, which always leaves us open-mouthed”. Ryoji Ikeda
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FANTASÍA CUASI UNA SONATA
III. Fugueta para dos voces      He venido del más lontano país lontano  a besar la estrella de cinco puntas de tu mano.      He venido a besar tu frente, desde donde la fantasía se lanza  —y el alto pensamiento, —y el ensueño, —y el amor, —y la desesperanza.      He venido a besar tus ojos entrecerrados  y tu nuca —para encender la hoguera de los dulces pecados…     He venido a besar tu...
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WatchWatch
Night 9. A song to listen to while traveling on a train Voces que son como un vientecito vespertino en la cara. Que te traen el mundo a manera de susurros. La delicia de ser libre y solo.
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June 2011
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The mean reds
Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul: Sure.
Holly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
Jun 20th
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Roman Holiday (1953)
Ann: I have to leave you now. I'm going to that corner there and turn. You must stay in the car and drive away. Promise not to watch me go beyond the corner. Just drive away and leave me as I leave you.
Joe: All right.
Ann: I don't know how to say goodbye. I can't think of any words.
Joe: Don't try.
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May 2011
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