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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"
3 de agosto de 2012
27 de mayo de 2012
Vincent van Gogh.

- But I just wondered, between you and me, in 100 words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
- Well... big question, but to me, van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time: The most beloved; his command of colour; the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world... no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Doctor Who, 5x10 "Vincent and the Doctor".
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"
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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.
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.
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