"La vida no es mas que un interminable ensayo, de una obra que jamas se va a estrenar"
Amelie Poulain

2.4.12

That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me.

Midnight in Paris

Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion. 
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it. 
Gil: You haven't even read it yet. 
Ernest Hemingway: If it's bad, I'll hate it. If it's good, then I'll be envious and hate it even more. You don't want the opinion of another writer. 

23.3.12


25.10.11

I merely say that all reading for pleasure is escape, whether it be Greek, mathematics, astronomy, Benedetto Croce, or The Diary of the Forgotten Man. To say otherwise is to be an intellectual snob, and a juvenile at the art of living.


The Simple Art of Murder, Raymond Chandler.

If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

Steve Jobs, Stanford's 114th Commencement Address.

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Charles Bukowski.

13.7.11

Muere lentamente quien no viaja,
quien no lee, quien no escucha música,
quien no halla encanto en si mismo.

Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio,
quien no se deja ayudar.

Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del habito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos senderos,
quien no cambia de rutina,
no se arriesga a vestir un nuevo color
o no conversa con desconocidos.

Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión
Y su remolino de emociones,
Aquellas que rescatan el brillo en los ojos
y los corazones decaidos.

Muere lentamente quien no cambia de vida cuando está insatisfecho con su trabajo o su amor,
Quien no arriesga lo seguro por lo incierto
para ir detrás de un sueño,
quien no se permite al menos una vez en la vida huir de los consejos sensatos…
¡Vive hoy! - ¡Haz hoy!
¡Ariesga hoy!
¡No te dejes morir lentamente!
¡No te olvides de ser feliz!

8.5.11



If you’re going to try, go all theway.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all theway.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way.
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

Charles Bukowski