January 2012
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The rule is don't talk to strangers. Truth is, I...
I’m walking straight to the student residence where I live. My fingers are numb with cold. My camera seems to me heavier than an elephant. I’m disappointed at having failed on my first attempt to collect opinions on my article for journalism class. As well I can not stop cursing my mind for finding it impossible to engage in an analytic way l in Political Communications class. Life...
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December 2011
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Las paletas se convierten en cigarros. Las...
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EAT
Innovation is an important chapter in business’s holy books. If you want your company to succeed or your book or your program or whatever object you fancy taking out there to the market, you must be able to offer something innovative.Something that is hard to create with the infinite world of the web offering for sale the fabric from which our wildest dreams are made of. Nothing seems to...
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Today I'm going on a strike and not taking my pjs...
The idea of falling asleep early in the night and waking up at 5 am to read with a bar of chocolate as my only companion has long stopped being romantic. I do my best to keep the right side of my bed crammed up with soft, plush toys. I have two penguins, two frogs,two ducks, three monsters, and three Cheshire cats.
But somehow this morning they are proving not to be enough, they don’t...
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October 2011
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Me in You
Para que haya noches buenas tiene que haber noches malas, y supongo que hay que practicar lo que se piensa. La vida no es verbo sino acción. No podría escribir los versos más tristes esta noche ni tampoco los más indiferentes. Un fantasma no existe en el campo de los vivos. Eah he dado inconscientemente con el termino que tanto deseaba emplear, fantasma. Estas noches segovianas son como un...
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Ramble, Ramble, Ramble
I want to write, recklessly, passionately, freely. But words, lately,. they escape me. They seem to be lost in the labyrinth of a mind I once used to know but today is a foreign land. More often than not I find myself at a loss of words, as, if I had deleted words from my memory and only the capacity to observe had remained . Truth is as well that maybe most but not all conversations...
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Dos cajetillas, una docena de pesadillas y musica....
I will say without reservations that from my view there can be no abstractions. Any shape or area which has not the pulsating concreteness of real flesh and bones, its vulnerability to pleasure or pain, is nothing at all. Any picture which does not provide the environment in which the breath of life can be drawn does not interest me.
Mark Rothko
Whatever you decide to do with your...
September 2011
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Sing me to sleep
In the darkness the trees are full of starlight
The first day of autumn has come and gone, in the blink of an eye leaves shifted from green to orange and flowers are getting harder to spot. Even though I find marvel in finding the town painted in orange, I can not help feeling a pang in my heart. Is it my soul that aches for eternal colours or just my blood that is in love with the summer heat?...
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The Laughing Heart
Happy Verbs: Walking through segovia at 1 am with one of your best friends, rejoicing on jazz music coming out from the middle of nowhere, feeling the urge to dance, sharing a narguile. Talking. Laughing. Living. Dreaming.
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats...
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Don't think twice, it's all right
El verano se convierte lentamente en otoño. Los árboles pare que compitieran por imitar al atardecer, los patos que hace unos meses eran bebés ahora son caóticos adolescentes y el viento trae a mi habitación una brisa con un perfume de nostalgia con naranja. Es el segundo año de universidad, el tiempo se ha vuelto real. Ya no nos queda toda la vida por delante sino dos-máximo tres años de estar...
August 2011
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How Google Dominates Us →
world-shaker:
Google is where we go for answers. People used to go elsewhere or, more likely, stagger along not knowing. Nowadays you can’t have a long dinner-table argument about who won the Oscar for that Neil Simon movie where she plays an actress who doesn’t win an Oscar; at any moment someone will pull out a pocket device and Google it. If you need the art-history meaning of “picturesque,”...
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A kiss of meaning.
Love and art are the sole saviors of humanity. Without them man would perish to his most violent darkest desires. Love shelters us from hunger, pain, greed and loneliness. Art gives us light where there only appears to be darkness. So read the ideals of an uthopic painter that went by the name Gustav Klimt. Life made him realize he was painting an utopia, something too beautiful to be convieabale...
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July 2011
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“You know – Arcadia? The realm of the infinity? It’s a poet’s corner. This is the...”
– Peter Doherty (via whatdididream)
Anonymous asked: WHY! WHY! WHY!
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Madness is not a state of mind, its a place. Let's...