"El que lee mucho y anda mucho, ve mucho y sabe mucho."
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domingo, 16 de febrero de 2014

viernes, 17 de mayo de 2013


"No llevar más que lo puesto, no guardar nada, vivir en un hotel y cambiar a menudo de hotel y de ciudad y de país, hablar, leer indiferentemente cuatro o cinco lenguas; no sentirse en casa en ninguna parte, pero sentirse bien en casi todos los sitios."



lunes, 13 de mayo de 2013



"LIFE BEGINS AT THE END OF YOUR CONFORT ZONE."


sábado, 11 de mayo de 2013



"Está bien ponerse retos a uno mismo e ir superándolos, te hace más fuerte, y te vas atreviendo a más cosas, hay que quererse mucho primero a uno mismo para después querer a otra persona de una forma exitosa."

viernes, 15 de febrero de 2013

De la seducción [Jean Baudrillard]


"La seducción de los ojos. La más inmediata, la más pura. La que prescinde de palabras, sólo las miradas se enredan en una especie de duelo, de enlazamiento inmediato, a espaldas de los demás, y de su discurso: encanto discreto de un orgasmo inmóvil y silencioso. Caída de intensidad cuando la tensión deliciosa de las miradas luego se rompe con palabrass o con gestos amorosos. Tactilidad de las miradas en la que se resume toda la sustancia virtual de los cuerpos (¿de su deseo?) en un instante sutil, como en una ocurrencia -duelo voluptuoso y sensual y desencarnado al mismo tiempo- diseño perfecto del vértigo de la seducción, y que ninguna voluptuosidad más carnal igualará en lo sucesivo. Esos ojos son accidentes, pero es como si estuvieran posados desde siempre en usted. Privados de sentido, no son miradas que se intercambian. Aquí no hay ningún deseo. Pues el deseo no tiene duende, pero los ojos, como las apariencias fortuitas, tienen duende, y ese duende está hecho de signos puros, intemporales, duales y sin profundidad."

martes, 1 de enero de 2013

viernes, 28 de diciembre de 2012

A Moveable Feast [Ernest Hemingway]


 
"When I had not come back from any trips and would stop in at the rue de Fleurus after working I would try sometimes to get Miss Stein to talk about books. When I was writing, it was necessary for me to read after I had written. If you kept thinking about it, you would lose the thing that you were writing before you could go on with it the next day. It was necessary to get exercise, to be tired in the body, and it was very good to make love with whom you loved. That was better than anything. But afterwards, when you were empty, it was necessary to read in order not to think or worry about your work until you could do it again. I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it."

"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself." 

 
"To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you. You could take your treasure with you when you travelled too, and in the mountains where we lived in Switzerland and Italy, until we found Schruns in the high valley in the Vorarlberg in Austria, there were always the books, so that you lived in the new worm you had found, the snow and the forests and the glaciers and their winter problems and your high shelter in the Hotel Taube in the village in the daytime, and at night you could live in the other wonderful world the Russian writers were giving you. At first there were the Russians; then there were all the others. But for a long time there were the Russians."


miércoles, 26 de diciembre de 2012

sábado, 1 de diciembre de 2012

sábado, 17 de noviembre de 2012

martes, 13 de noviembre de 2012

sábado, 10 de noviembre de 2012

viernes, 2 de noviembre de 2012

sábado, 27 de octubre de 2012

martes, 2 de octubre de 2012




"Her tormented modern-woman’s brain still had no rest. Was it real? And she knew, if she gave herself to the man, it was real. But if she kept herself for herself it was nothing. She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more. She was to be had for the taking. To be had for the taking."  

 -Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence.

domingo, 9 de septiembre de 2012




"En el hombre auténtico se oculta un niño que quiere jugar." -Nietzshe




"El hombre sólo es verdaderamente hombre allí donde juega."

-Friederich Schiller
 
 
 

viernes, 31 de agosto de 2012

Write in longhand as much as possible.


Slower writing is better writing. Rewrite always.

Writing is a solitary, late night, early morning sort of thing. Unless you’re a literary genius — a Shakespeare or a Crane — it’s never a one-shot deal, always revision, revision, revision, over time. Writing well frustrates and exhausts, and one soon begins to think he’d rather scrape the inside of his skull with a spoon.

WRITE TO EXPRESS, NOT TO IMPRESS. A great many people do write just to impress. And because of that they write badly. They use language as a weapon. Big, multi-syllabic, Latinate words are thrown around like brickbats in the professional world. They are meant to impress, to intimidate, to demonstrate vocabulary, to justify salary by making the simple seem complex and the complex, impossible.



martes, 3 de julio de 2012


The secret of life is not to do what one likes, but to try to like what one has to do.

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