Feliz no cumpleaños (5)

•8 octubre, 2017 • Dejar un comentario

El 9 de octubre es el 282º día del año del Calendario Gregoriano y número 283 en los años bisiestos. Quedan 83 días para finalizar el año.

1941: Estados Unidos. El presidente Franklin D. Roosevelt autoriza el desarrollo de la bomba atómica.

1967: Es ejecutado Ernesto “Che” Guevara en Bolivia.

2006: Corea del Norte prueba su primer dispositivo nuclear.

1908: Jacques Tati, realizador y actor francés.

1940: John Lennon, músico británico (The Beatles).

1941: Chucho Valdés, músico cubano.

1944: John Entwistle, bajista británico y músico integrante del grupo (The Who).

1948: Jackson Browne, músico de rock estadounidense.

1964: Guillermo del Toro, director de cine mexicano.

1969: PJ Harvey, cantautora inglesa.

1967: Ernesto “Che” Guevara, revolucionario e ideólogo argentino.

1974: Oskar Schindler, salvador de judíos y empresario alemán.

1978: Jacques Brel, cantautor y actor belga.

2006: Paul Hunter, jugador de snooker.

Hau’oli la hanau to me



100 words – Neil Gaiman

•7 mayo, 2016 • Dejar un comentario

A hundred words to talk of death?
At once too much and not enough.
My plans beyond that final breath
are currently a little rough.

The dying thing comes on so slow:
reluctance to get out of bed
is magnified each day and so
transmuted into dead.

I dream of dying all alone,
nobody there to watch me pass
nothing remains for me to own,
no breath remains to fog the glass.

And when I do put down my pen
my memories will fly like birds.
When I am done, when I am dead,
and finished with my hundred words.

Citas (45)

•2 noviembre, 2015 • Dejar un comentario

Isn’t that strange? It’s a thing that I do, that I’ve done for my whole life: I don’t want to take the risk of feeling good about myself, because I’m afraid that I’ll get complacent, or arrogant, or someone will discover the Truth that my Depression tells me: I’m not that great and I don’t deserve to feel good about myself.

Wil Wheaton.

The day the saucers came – Neil Gaiman

•27 octubre, 2015 • Dejar un comentario

That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.

Neil Gaiman

José María Fonollosa – Avinguda del Marquès d’Argentera 1

•19 julio, 2015 • Dejar un comentario

No me gusta quién soy ni cómo soy.
Quisiera en verdad ser alguien distinto.
Liberarme de mí, del yo que ostento.
Vivir una vida como aquellas
que uno advierte que admiran una flor,
un ave. Incluso un ser humano a veces.
Me cambiaría al punto por aquel
capaz de sonreír a un nuevo día.
Desearía no ser yo más tiempo.

Calvin & Hobbes (13)

•21 mayo, 2015 • Dejar un comentario


Citas (44)

•19 enero, 2015 • Dejar un comentario

Remember when we were younger, and we’d start planning our Friday nights on Tuesday?
Remember those big plans, to go out to a club, or a concert, or a show, and find some hot member of the opposite sex, and take them home?
Yeah, me neither.

Wil Wheaton – “It’s friday, I’m in love”