Espero que dure este blog, o por lo menos esta fracción de vida que le devolví después de quitársela violentamente 783457934 veces. Traté con el Tumbrl, pero no lo entiendo, ya fue. Viva el blogspot.

Vegetarian Scene from Everything is Illuminated

Y sin planearlo tú, acaso como quien sin quererlo, va y lo hace: te vi cambiar tu paso hasta ponerlo en fase, es la misma fase que mi propio paso.
Ir y venir, seguir y guiar, dar y tener, entrar y salir de fase: amar la trama más que el desenlace.
Fue un salto ínfimo, disimulado, un mínimo cambio de ritmo apenas, un paso cambiado y dos cuerdas que resuenan; como un mismo número en distintos dados, o el paso exacto de los soldados; como dos focos intermitentes súbitamente así: sincronizados.

(Ay, Jorgito).

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered".
N. Mandela.

Nino is late.
Amelie can only see two explanations.
1 - he didn't get the photo.
2 - before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away... but he caused a crash. When he came to, he'd lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who too him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills, and became a Mujaheddin.
Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.

Me mató este comentario en la videoconferencia de Aníbal Fernández:

[Comentario de LISANDRO LISANDRO:]

MAJUL DAS VERGUENZA, TENES MENOS INSIDENCIA EN LA OPINION PUBLICA, NI TU CUERPO PIDE TU CABEZA!

Agregado cholulo: Me di cuenta que es el mismo programa de videoconferencia y videochat que usaron Danny Jones y Popstar to Operastar.

cumpleaños feliz pilar.

CLARAMENTE.-

En un test me dijeron que era "plodder".
Me mata cómo se pronuncia la traducción.

From the way that you acted to the way that I felt it, it wasn't worth my time. And now it's sad cause all I missed wasn't that good to begin with. And now I've started to beg you saying things that you don't mean... it isn't worth my time! A line's a dime a million times, and I'm about to see all of them. Goodbye to you, you're taking up my time.
You call my name when I wake up to see things go your way, I'm coughing up my time. Each drag's a drop of blood; a grain, a minute of my life it's all I've got just to stay down.Why do you think that I'm still down? I'm hoarding all that's mine. Each time I let just one slip by I'm wasting what is mine.
I'm about to see a million things I thought I’d never seen before, and I... I'm about to do all of the things I dreamed of and I don’t even miss you at all.-
(Bulimic - The Used).

Tuviste inglés con Osvaldo "Osvi" Vallone? Clickeá! El mejor grupo en la historia de Caralibro, y sin dudas el más justo.

Count one, two, three: you got me on my knees and there's blood on the ground, you keep me hanging around the crime scene. Here's my heart tonight, go on and take a bite.
Said four, five, six; gotta get my fix. You gotta get me off, am I good enough for your kiss? 'Cause here's my heart tonight, go on and take a bite and chew me up, I just want a taste. When you spit me out put me in my place. So chew me up, it's written on your face tonight, I give myself for you, nothing left to lose. Well, you chew me up, 'cause, baby, all I want is you tonight.
And you're the stuff that dreams are made of, take a bite and taste my true love. It's out of sight and you know it's so right.

Ven? Beakman = Amor.

Kristen Stewart.-

"Aprendí que no se puede dar marcha atrás, que la esencia de la vida es ir hacia adelante. La vida, en realidad, es una calle de sentido único."
Agatha Christie.

Unos maestros..:

Y sin tenerte, te tengo a vos y tengo a mi guitarra.
Hay tantas cosas,
Yo sólo preciso dos:
Mi guitarra y vos.

Hay cines, hay trenes, hay cacerolas, hay fórmulas hasta para describir la espiral de una caracola. Hay más: hay tráfico, créditos, cláusulas, salas VIP. Hay cápsulas hipnóticas y tomografias computarizadas, hay condiciones para la constitución de una sociedad limitada. Hay biberones y hay obúses, hay tabúes, hay besos. Hay hambre y hay sobrepeso, hay curas de sueño y tisanas, hay drogas de diseño y perros adictos a las drogas en las aduanas. Hay manos capaces de fabricar herramientas con las que se hacen máquinas para hacer ordenadores, que a su vez diseñan máquinas que hacen herramientas para que las use la mano. Hay escritas infinitas palabras: zen, gol, bang, rap, Dios, fin...

Hay tantas cosas
Yo sólo preciso dos:
Mi guitarra y vos.