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7 de octubre de 2012

They made us believe.





They made us believe that real love, the one that's strong, only happens once, more likely before your 30ths.
They never told us that love is not something that you can put in motion, neither has time schedule.

They made us believe that each one of us is the half of an orange, and that life only makes sense when you find that other half.
They did not tell us that we were born as whole, and that no-one in our lives deserve to carry on his back such responsibility of completing what is missing on us: we grow through life by ourselves. If we have a good company it's just more pleasant.

They made us believe in a formula "two in one": two people sharing the same line of thinking, same ideas, and that it is what works.
It's never been told that it has another name: invalidation, that only two individuals with their own personality is how you can have a healthy relationship. It has been made to believe that marriage is an obliged institution and that fantasies out of hour should be repressed.

They made us believe that the thin and beautiful are the ones who is more loved, that the ones that have little sex are boring, and the ones that has a lot of it are not trustful, and that will always have a old shoes to a crooked foot; what they forgot to tell us is that there are more crooked minds than feet.

They made us believe that there's one way formula to be happy, the same one to everybody, and the ones that escape from that are condemned to be delinquents.
We have never been told that those formulas go wrong, they get people frustrated, they are alienating, and that we can try other alternatives.

Oh! Also they did not tell us that no one will tell those things to us. Each and everyone of us will have to learn by ourselves.
And, when we get to the point that you are in love with yourself first, that's when you can fall in love with somebody.


John  Lennon

29 de septiembre de 2012

I'm not running away.



But this is one corner... of one country, in one continent, on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy, that's a corner of the universe, that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying, and never remaining the same for a single millisecond.

And there is so much, so much to see. Because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever.

Doctor Who , 7x04 "The Power of Three"

14 de septiembre de 2012



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4 de septiembre de 2012

Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone. 

Rocket Man by Elton John on Grooveshark

On such a timeless flight.



5 de julio de 2012

Creative Island by John Sorrell


Compré este libro de segunda mano en internet y, ¡vaya sorpresa! ¡Está firmado por el autor!
I bought this second hand book on the internet and, what a surprise! It's signed by the author!

20 de abril de 2012

K MAG from Warsaw


Mi amigo Marquitos me ha enviado esto desde Varsovia. ¡Gracias! 
My friend Marquitos has sent me this from Warsaw. Thanks! 



5 de marzo de 2012

28 de febrero de 2012

Books!

 


"You want weapons? 
We're in a library! 
Books! 
The best weapons in the world!"

The Doctor ♥

3 de febrero de 2012

London is our town.


Run with me baby, let your hair down
Through every station, through every town
Run with me baby, let's take a chance
From Heathrow to Hounslow, from the Eastern Block to France

Europe is our playground, London is our town
So run with me baby now

Run with me baby, let your hair down
Through every station, through every town
Run with me baby, let's make a stand
From peepshows to disco, from Spain to Camber Sands

Europe is our playground, London is our town
So run with me baby now

26 de noviembre de 2011

Buzz Aldrin


Ha sido bautizado en su honor el popular personaje Buzz Lightyear de la saga Toy Story, pues según sus creadores: "Es el nombre más cool que puede llevar un astronauta"

21 de septiembre de 2011


Las estrellas
no tienen novio.
¡Tan bonitas
como son las estrellas!
Aguardan a un galán
que las remonte
a su ideal Venecia.
Todas las noches salen
a las rejas, 
¡Oh, cielo de mil pisos!
Y hacen líricas señas, 
a los mares de sombra
que las rodean.
Pero aguardad muchachas, 
que cuando yo me muera
os raptaré una a una
en mi jaca de niebla.

Federico García Lorca

19 de septiembre de 2011

Cardion AB Grand Prix Ceske Republiky, 2011

Stadium, Brno Circuit
Stadium, Brno Circuit, Cardion AB Grand Prix Ceske Republiky 2011

One thing about the crowd at Brno that we noticed was much fewer examples of random, drunken, insanity as at other tracks. There were dedidedly fewer people with "46" shaved into their hair and fewer fans who showed up in animal costumes, and we didn't see a single cross-dressing Viking, but what the Czech fans lacked in outright lunacy they more than made up for with enthusiasm. The energy coming from the packed hillsides was unlike anything I've ever felt. It radiated out in waves everytime the bikes went past.
Every bike, every time. Practice, qualifying, or race.
Sure, people had their favorites. A roar went up every time Rossi, well, everytime Rossi did anything, actually. But they cheered for everyone else also. There were several different rider's fan clubs, but mostly they were there to see really fast motorcycles being ridden at the limit by the world's most talented riders. And they were not disappointed.

14 de septiembre de 2011




To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.



Macbeth, William  Shakespeare.