ufffffff... me costó volver a encontrar como postear en el blog, pero lo logré!!!
Quiero compartir un cuentito de Yukio Mishima, un escritor japonés quien se suicidó a la usanza japonesa, es decir, haciéndose el harakiri...
http://www.ciudadseva.com/textos/cuentos/jap/mishima/perla.htm
Yo lo leí hace muchos, pero muuuuuuchos años, en Madrid, era parte de una revista muy buena que editaban entonces, se llamaba "El Paseante" y de la cual aún conservo tres o cuatro ejemplares.
Este es mi blog personal. Lo uso para hacer catarsis y para compartir esas cosas que me hacen reir o suspirar, que me molestan, me sorprenden o simplemente me parecen interesantes. Sean todos bienvenidos a leer y comentar!
lunes, 14 de mayo de 2012
miércoles, 4 de abril de 2012
Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill (Live at Hammersmith Apollo)
Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill (Live at Hammersmith Apollo)
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la canción de la felicidad!!
"Solsbury Hill"
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la canción de la felicidad!!
"Solsbury Hill"
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
(I) just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my life was in a rut
"Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
(Back home.)
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home."
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
(I) just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my life was in a rut
"Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
(Back home.)
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home."
martes, 6 de marzo de 2012
soneto 29
SONNET 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
Cuando hombres y Fortuna me abandonan,
lloro en la soledad de mi destierro,
y al cielo sordo con mis quejas canso
y maldigo al mirar mi desventura,
soñando ser más rico de esperanza,
bello como éste, como aquél rodeado,
deseando el arte de uno, el poder de otro,
insatisfecho con lo que me queda;
a pesar de que casi me desprecio,
pienso en ti y soy feliz y mi alma entonces,
como al amanecer la alondra, se alza
de la tierra sombría y canta al cielo:
pues recordar tu amor es tal fortuna
que no cambio mi estado con los reyes.
Adicciones
La primera dosis apenas empieza a hacer su efecto, poco a poco el ánimo cambia, el cuerpo cambia, la pesadez y el cansancio se desvanecen, la mente está más alerta.
En la siguiente media hora voy a consumir otras dos dosis, que me llevan al éxtasis, al frenesí! Ahora puedo afrontar todos los embates de la vida, abocarme a los trabajos más tediosos, a la rutina, a lo inesperado, a lo que sea..... porque ya tome CAFÉ!!!!
En la siguiente media hora voy a consumir otras dos dosis, que me llevan al éxtasis, al frenesí! Ahora puedo afrontar todos los embates de la vida, abocarme a los trabajos más tediosos, a la rutina, a lo inesperado, a lo que sea..... porque ya tome CAFÉ!!!!
martes, 24 de enero de 2012
Arquitectura sostenible y viva!!!!
Sin palabras, solo para compartirlo y disfrutarlo!
http://www.snotr.com/video/7331/The_Living_Bridge
http://www.snotr.com/video/7331/The_Living_Bridge
sábado, 31 de diciembre de 2011
Munguía!
Aconsejo asomarse a la página de este genial artista tico!
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viernes, 9 de diciembre de 2011
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