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Make me...beautiful...a perfect soul, a perfect mind, a perfect face...a perfect lie...
Actualidad Postmoderna: 100 veces no debo. El Reino de la Comida Light.
Klimt
del sentimiento trágico de la vida
(Macanudo 2; por Liniers>>>>disponible en librerías. Excelente inversión).
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Sublime
Benjamin: -Oh my god.
Mrs Robinson: -Pardon?
Benjamin: -Oh no, Mrs. Robinson. Oh no.
Mrs Robindon: -What's wrong?
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, you didn't... I mean, you didn't expect...
Mrs Robinson: -What?
Benjamin: -I mean, you didn't really think I'd do something like *that*.
Mrs Robinson: -Like what?
Benjamin: -What do you think?
Mrs Robinson: -Well, I don't know.
Benjamin: -For god's sake, Mrs. Robinson. Here we are. You got me into your house. You give me a drink. You... put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband won't be home for hours.
Mrs Robinson: -So?
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.
Mrs Robinson. -[laughs]
Benjamin: -Aren't you?
Mrs Robinson: -Benjamin, I am *not* trying to seduce you. Benjamin: -I know that, but *please*, Mrs. Robinson, this is difficult...
Mrs Robinson: -Would you like me to seduce you?
Benjamin: -What?
Mrs Robinson: -Is that what you're trying to tell me?
Benjamin: -I'm going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I'm going home right now.
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
(The Graduate)
Mrs Robinson: -Pardon?
Benjamin: -Oh no, Mrs. Robinson. Oh no.
Mrs Robindon: -What's wrong?
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, you didn't... I mean, you didn't expect...
Mrs Robinson: -What?
Benjamin: -I mean, you didn't really think I'd do something like *that*.
Mrs Robinson: -Like what?
Benjamin: -What do you think?
Mrs Robinson: -Well, I don't know.
Benjamin: -For god's sake, Mrs. Robinson. Here we are. You got me into your house. You give me a drink. You... put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband won't be home for hours.
Mrs Robinson: -So?
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.
Mrs Robinson. -[laughs]
Benjamin: -Aren't you?
Mrs Robinson: -Benjamin, I am *not* trying to seduce you. Benjamin: -I know that, but *please*, Mrs. Robinson, this is difficult...
Mrs Robinson: -Would you like me to seduce you?
Benjamin: -What?
Mrs Robinson: -Is that what you're trying to tell me?
Benjamin: -I'm going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I'm going home right now.
Benjamin: -Mrs. Robinson, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
(The Graduate)
Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeliz feliz no cumpleaños a tu, a mí...
¡A los locos hay que tratarlos con cariño!
Sad
Tyler: -Stop it. This is your pain -- your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it.
Jack: -I was going to my cave to find my power animal.
Tyler: -Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does.
Jack: -I... I think I understand. I think i get it...
Tyler: -No, what you're feeling is premature enlightenment.
Tyler: -This is the greatest moment of your life and you're off somewhere, missing it.
Jack: -No, I'm not...
Tyler: -Shut up. Our fathers were our models for God. And, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God?
Jack: -I don't know...
Tyler: -Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen...
Jack: -It isn't... ?
Tyler: -We don't need him...
Jack: -We don't... ?
(Fight Club -Tyler Durden)
Jack: -I was going to my cave to find my power animal.
Tyler: -Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does.
Jack: -I... I think I understand. I think i get it...
Tyler: -No, what you're feeling is premature enlightenment.
Tyler: -This is the greatest moment of your life and you're off somewhere, missing it.
Jack: -No, I'm not...
Tyler: -Shut up. Our fathers were our models for God. And, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God?
Jack: -I don't know...
Tyler: -Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen...
Jack: -It isn't... ?
Tyler: -We don't need him...
Jack: -We don't... ?
(Fight Club -Tyler Durden)
Uno de los mejores Lucifer del cine; con el de Leyenda y Constantine que yo haya visto.
Milton: -Who are you carrying all those bricks for? God? Is that it? God? I tell you, let me give you a little inside information about God: God likes to watch, he’s a prankster... Think about it. He gives man instincts, he gives you this extraordinary gift and then... What does he do? I swear, for his own amusement, his own private cosmic gag reel, he sets the rules in opposition! It’s the goof of all time! Look... but don’t touch. Touch... but don’t taste. Taste... but don’t swallow. And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next...What is he doing? He’s laughing his sick fucking ass off! He’s a tightass! He´s a sadist!He’s a absentee landlord! Worship that? Never!
Lomax: -Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Is that it?
Milton: -Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted, and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him inspite of all his imperfections...I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin. All of it. Mine. I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now.
(The Devil´s Advocate)
Lomax: -Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Is that it?
Milton: -Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted, and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him inspite of all his imperfections...I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin. All of it. Mine. I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now.
(The Devil´s Advocate)
Me recordarán de películas como...
"¿¡Raro!? ¡Ojalá! Si fuera raro no habría problema. Lo que tengo es una anormalidad romántica; algo tan increíble, que tengo que ocultarlo al público a toda costa". (Troy McClure-The Simpsons)
No love, No sex
"...Put your hands on my hart..."
(Leticia Bredice)
(Leticia Bredice)
Mi sex simbol
"Mi psiquiatra tiene razón: ¡Dios me odia!" (Jay Sherman-The Critic)
Hijaputada Genial
"Si puede aprovechar una oportunidad, es deber de patriota hacerlo ¿Por qué siempre debe ganar el más listo o rápido sólo por los dones que Dios le ha dado? Yo digo que la trampa es un don que se da a sí mismo el hombre".
(Sr. Burns- The Simpsons)
(Sr. Burns- The Simpsons)
/Nip/tuck/nip/tuck/nip/tuck/
Make me...beautiful...a perfect soul, a perfect mind, a perfect face...a perfect lie...
Totalmente:
"Ud, ud, ud y yo estamos obligados a convivir con boludos peligrosos. Asóciese a la Asociación de Víctimas de Boludos Peligrosos".
(Casero)
(Casero)
Mercado Libre (Súplica Libre)
Cambio obsesividad por histeria. ¡Ya! Pago diferencia.
Poema nº 15 (Pablo Neruda)
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
[Realmente la poesía no me gusta. salvo por la excepción de este poema y algunos de Almafuerte].
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
[Realmente la poesía no me gusta. salvo por la excepción de este poema y algunos de Almafuerte].
Genialidades:
Bill: "-As you know, l’m quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology… The mythology is not only great, it’s unique. Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero and there’s the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that’s the costume. That’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He’s weak… he’s unsure of himself… he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton."(Kill Bill vol. 2)
Bill: "-Do you find me sadistic? You know, Kiddo, I d like to believe that you re aware enough even now to know that there s nothing sadistic in my actions. (...) At this moment, this is me at my most masochistic (moment)."(Kill Bill Vol. 1).
Consejo de padre
"...hijo aspira al auto abollado, al trabajo mediocre, a la chica menos atractiva. ¡Debí habértelo explicado antes!" (Abrahan Simpson-The Simpsons)
Belleza Renacentista
Actualidad Postmoderna: 100 veces no debo. El Reino de la Comida Light.
Nuda Veritas
Citando a Borges
"...me duele una mujer en todo el cuerpo" y me cuesta -literalmente y perdón por la vulgaridad de esta cuestión semántica- un huevo sacarla a veces.
Nuda Veritas
Klimt
Emocionante...hasta el tuétano de los huesos...
"Y, sin embargo, este pobre judío portugués, desterrado en las nieblas holandesas, no pudo llegar a creer nunca en su propia inmortalidad personal, y toda su filosofía no fue sino una consolación que fraguó para esa su falta de fe. Como a otros les duele una mano o un pie o el corazón o la cabeza, a Spinoza le dolía Dios ¡Pobre hombre! ¡Y pobres hombres los demás!"
(Del Sentimiento Trágico de la Vida; cap. 1: El Hombre de Carne y Hueso -Don Miguel de Unamuno-)
(Del Sentimiento Trágico de la Vida; cap. 1: El Hombre de Carne y Hueso -Don Miguel de Unamuno-)
Epitafio
"Die tragically rescuting his family from the remains of a destroyed sining battleship" (The Royal s Tenenbaums)
7 comentarios:
Que lindo!!!
Si, no? Tan claro.
Jaja, por eso amo los libros.
Por sus contratapas?
yo sere bruto, pero prefiero "antisocial" y una pc con linux, internet y google.
jaja
no! por todo su contenido!
bueno... no todos los libros
pero cuando son buenos son una delicia
A mí me anda pasando algo horrible. Me siento como el hombre de ojalata -sin corazón por ello-. No encuentro un libro que me rompa la cabeza como lo hizo 100 años de soledad, o la peste o algunos maravillosos cuetos de borges o el barón rampante -que al que le presté no me lo devovió y yo me olvidé...otra osa horrible también-...no encuentro y ante eso me disperso leyendo freud, lacan, autores de evolutiva 1 y así...
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