Sólo cuando el último árbol esté muerto, el último río envenenado, y el último pez atrapado, te darás cuenta que no puedes comer dinero.
domingo, 25 de enero de 2009
SABIDURÍA INDOAMERICANA
Sólo cuando el último árbol esté muerto, el último río envenenado, y el último pez atrapado, te darás cuenta que no puedes comer dinero.
FUCK THE REST
UN DIALOGO DE LA PELICULA "PEQUEÑA MISS SUNSHINE"
Dwayne: -Sometimes I just wish I could go to sleep till I was 18, and skip all this crap, highschool and everything. Just skip it.
Tío: -You know Marcel Proust?
Dwayne: He’s the guy you teach.
Tío: -Yeah, french writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads, but he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare.Anyway, he gets at the end of his life, and he looks back and decide that all those years he suffered, those were the best years of his life, cos they made him who he was.All the years he was happy, you know, total waste. Didn’t learn a thing.So, if you sleep until you’re 18… Think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean, highschool? Those are your prime suffering years. You don’t get better suffering than that.
Dwayne: -[Laughs] You know what? I mean, fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another: you know, school, then college, then work. Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I wanna fly, i’ll find a way to fly. I mean, you do what you love, and fuck the rest.
Dwayne: -Sometimes I just wish I could go to sleep till I was 18, and skip all this crap, highschool and everything. Just skip it.
Tío: -You know Marcel Proust?
Dwayne: He’s the guy you teach.
Tío: -Yeah, french writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads, but he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare.Anyway, he gets at the end of his life, and he looks back and decide that all those years he suffered, those were the best years of his life, cos they made him who he was.All the years he was happy, you know, total waste. Didn’t learn a thing.So, if you sleep until you’re 18… Think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean, highschool? Those are your prime suffering years. You don’t get better suffering than that.
Dwayne: -[Laughs] You know what? I mean, fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another: you know, school, then college, then work. Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I wanna fly, i’ll find a way to fly. I mean, you do what you love, and fuck the rest.
viernes, 23 de enero de 2009
EmBrIaGaTe. Baudelaire
ES PRECISO ESTAR SIEMPRE EBRIO.
Eso es todo: la única cuestión. Para no sentir la horrible carga del tiempo que desgarra sus hombros y los inclina sobre la tierra, es preciso embriagarse sin tregua.
Eso es todo: la única cuestión. Para no sentir la horrible carga del tiempo que desgarra sus hombros y los inclina sobre la tierra, es preciso embriagarse sin tregua.
Pero ¿de qué? De VINO, de POESÍA o de VIRTUD, como le parezca. Pero Emborráchese.
Y si alguna vez, en las escaleras de un palacio, en la verde hierba de una zanja, en la triste soledad de su cuarto, se despierta, disminuida o desaparecida su embriaguez, pregúntele al viento, a la ola, a la estrella, al pájaro, al reloj, a todo lo que huye, a todo lo que gime, a todo lo que rueda, a todo lo que canta, a todo lo que habla, pregúntele QUÉ HORA ES, y el viento, la ola, la estrella, el pájaro y el reloj le responderán:
« ¡ES LA HORA DE EMBRIAGARSE!
¡Para no ser martirizados, esclavos del tiempo, emborráchese, emborráchese sin cesar! De vino, de poesía o de virtud, como le parezca».
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