Saturday, 4 February 2012
12 Platos combinados
En fin de anho, sonh'e que en vez de doce uvas, ten'iamos que sibir a 4 torres-campanario, en lo alto de cada una hab'ia un plato combinado gigante que deb'iamos destrozar y comer., los guisantes eran como bolas de jugar a los bolos y los lanz'abamospor el aire, pero mi mejor recuerdo es coger una patata frita gigante y utilizarla tip mazo para destrozar una yema de huevo con el di'ametro de una ueda de bicicleta!
Tiroleses delfín.
He sonhado que visitábamos un parque temático de Europa y en la parte de Suiza, había un lago azul con montanhas y nubes alrededor... tipo poster de la sala de extracciones de sangre en el ambulatorio, vamos...y dentro del lago, tres tiroleses haciendo natación sincronizada pero con acrobacias de delfín, saltando los tres ala vez fuera del agua girnado en tirabuzón y moviendo las piernas como si fuese la colita...
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Memoria Olfativa...
Qué sensación más extraña es cuando acercas distraídamente tu mano a la cara y de repente notas que huele exactamente igual que el olor que recuerdas de un viejo amante. Por una serie de factores, jabón, colada limpia, olor corporal todo junto y de repente en tu mente todos los recuerdos y sensaciones explotan en un sólo segundo.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Monday, 20 June 2011
en donde descubrimos que...
...La verdad, por dolorosa que resulte; siempre es menos dolorosa que la mentira...
Saturday, 18 June 2011
I know that I'll soon go mad...
In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die
I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
Nobody could be so sad
With gloom ev'rywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
In my solitude
I'm praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love
I sit in my chair
I'm filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom ev'rywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
In my solitude
I'm praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Maeve Brennan
In a mock obituary from the 1950s, Brennan described herself as heartsick and drunk.
"Perhaps the reason Brennan wrote so well about waifs — about the shabby tall men and Mrs. Bagots of the world, about everyone who gets stuck outside our lives — was that she felt herself fated to join their ranks. There are people who believe themselves to be invulnerable, and there are people who worry that their livelihood and dignity could go up in smoke at any minute. In their fear of failure, they seem almost to court it. To see the abyss is to take the first step towards it."
"Perhaps the reason Brennan wrote so well about waifs — about the shabby tall men and Mrs. Bagots of the world, about everyone who gets stuck outside our lives — was that she felt herself fated to join their ranks. There are people who believe themselves to be invulnerable, and there are people who worry that their livelihood and dignity could go up in smoke at any minute. In their fear of failure, they seem almost to court it. To see the abyss is to take the first step towards it."
Friday, 29 April 2011
The Thunderbird and the Whale
Whale was a monster, killing other whales and depriving the quileute tribe of meat and oil. Thunderbird, a benevolent supernatural being, saw from its home high in the mountains that the people were starving. It soared out over the coastal waters, then plunged into the ocean and seized Whale. A struggle ensued; the ocean receded and rose again. Many canoes were flung into trees and many people were killed. Thunderbird eventually succeeded in lifting Whale out of the ocean, carrying it high into the air and then dropping it. Then another great battle occurred on land, the flapping of the Thunderbird's wings is the source of the thunder.
In one of many variant versions of the myth, the sound of the whale dropping into the sea is the source of thunder. A young boy of a Vancouver Island people, the Comox, was fascinated by the sound of thunder, and heard it from behind a point of land. He crossed that point, following the sound of thunder, and discovered the spectacle of the Thunderbird seizing and dropping the whale. The Thunderbird saw the boy, and told him that the story was now his, and he had the right to wear the Thunderbird mask and wings at the potlatch.
In another variant, After praying to the Great Spirit, the weak and hungry Quiyallute tribe sat and waited in silence for His will. No one spoke. There was nothing but silence and darkness. All of a sudden, came a great noise, and flashes of lightning cut the darkness. A deep whirring sound, like colossus wings flapping, came from the place of the setting sun. All of the natives gazed toward the sky above the sea as an immense, bird-shaped beast flew towards them. the Thunderbird descends over the Quileute holding a living giant whale with his claws and lowering it to the earth before them, keeping the tribe from dying.
In the 1980s, geologists found evidence that an earthquake, powerful enough to send a tsunami all the way to Japan, hit the American Pacific Northwest in 1700. Some ethnologists believe that "Thunderbird and Whale" is a description of that disaster.
Aiornis, the prehistoric giant bird on which the Thunderbird mythology seems to be partly based, was a carrion feeder known from fossils found near Los Angeles. It is most likely that these birds, which were encountered by the first human settlers of the Americas, would feed on stranded whale carcasses.
In one of many variant versions of the myth, the sound of the whale dropping into the sea is the source of thunder. A young boy of a Vancouver Island people, the Comox, was fascinated by the sound of thunder, and heard it from behind a point of land. He crossed that point, following the sound of thunder, and discovered the spectacle of the Thunderbird seizing and dropping the whale. The Thunderbird saw the boy, and told him that the story was now his, and he had the right to wear the Thunderbird mask and wings at the potlatch.
In another variant, After praying to the Great Spirit, the weak and hungry Quiyallute tribe sat and waited in silence for His will. No one spoke. There was nothing but silence and darkness. All of a sudden, came a great noise, and flashes of lightning cut the darkness. A deep whirring sound, like colossus wings flapping, came from the place of the setting sun. All of the natives gazed toward the sky above the sea as an immense, bird-shaped beast flew towards them. the Thunderbird descends over the Quileute holding a living giant whale with his claws and lowering it to the earth before them, keeping the tribe from dying.
In the 1980s, geologists found evidence that an earthquake, powerful enough to send a tsunami all the way to Japan, hit the American Pacific Northwest in 1700. Some ethnologists believe that "Thunderbird and Whale" is a description of that disaster.
Aiornis, the prehistoric giant bird on which the Thunderbird mythology seems to be partly based, was a carrion feeder known from fossils found near Los Angeles. It is most likely that these birds, which were encountered by the first human settlers of the Americas, would feed on stranded whale carcasses.
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