jueves, mayo 21, 2009

¡No la mamá!

"El monstruo que vivía en la nevera,
detrás de la mayonesa, junto al ketchup, a la izquierda de la ensalada de coles".

-----Fin

domingo, mayo 03, 2009

Cursi? Naaaah!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

bookends, or so.

Ayer salí con mi ex. Otra vez. Como suelo hacer desde hace meses después de que me mandó al carajo en un cuarto de hotel. Pero algo cambi...