Saturday, July 31, 2010

Encuentro misterio, sabiduría y tristeza en los elefantes y en las tortugas.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Me disponía a bañarme. Abrí la canilla de la ducha mientras terminaba de prepararme, y, cuando estaba por meter un pie dentro, vi un bichito patas para arriba. Me acerqué y pude distinguir claramente una Vaquita de San Antonio. La levanté con los dedos, y la puse a secar sobre el lavamanos con mucho cuidado. Cuando terminé, vi que aún se movía medio ahogada y la envolví en papel higiénico para secarla y ver si se recupera.
Ahora la tengo acá, sobre una servilleta de papel, moviéndose como una ancianita que intenta cruzar la 9 de Julio, partiéndome el alma en cada pasito...

Sunday, July 04, 2010


Paul Edgecomb: On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
John Coffey: You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin' and worryin', I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do. I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?
Paul Edgecomb: Yes, John. I think I can.

Friday, July 02, 2010

Thursday, July 01, 2010

El cambio realmente revolucionario deberá lograrse, no en el mundo externo, sino en el interior de los seres humanos.

Dosis diaria de Liniers.