Sienta bien.
viernes, 16 de septiembre de 2011
domingo, 4 de septiembre de 2011
Catcher in the rye
"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."
sábado, 3 de septiembre de 2011
Flamenco
Al verte las flores lloran
cuando entras en tu jardín,
porque las flores quisieran
toítas parecerse a ti.
(...)
Y el día,
y el día que tú naciste
nacieron toítas las flores
y en la pila del bautismo
cantaron los ruiseñores.
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