viernes, 28 de septiembre de 2007
PHENOMENAL WOMAN
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Maya Angelou

(Falling head over heels in love with black american literature)

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posted by Florence at 23:04 -
martes, 25 de septiembre de 2007
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

John Donne

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posted by Florence at 15:30 -
lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2007
When Harry Met Sally

Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally: They do not!
Harry: Do too.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry: I guess not.
Sally: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

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posted by Florence at 20:22 -
martes, 18 de septiembre de 2007
50 years

El otro día en That's All I'm Saying escribí un post sobre la dualidad del hombre. Dije, en resumidas lineas, que la capacidad que tiene el hombre para destruir solo puede ser comparada con la capacidad que tiene el hombre para amar. Y, okay, fue el post menos popular que escribí en mi vida pero me gustó mucho escribirlo... fui muy honesta con lo que sentía y con lo que pensaba en ese momento.

Sin embargo, hoy me encontré con esta idea que tuvo World Press Photos y no pude evitar sentir que me equivoque un poco en mi primera evaluación del alma humana. No sé pero mirando estas fotos no puedo dejar de pensar que cada cosa que destruimos, cada persona que muere, es un crimen incomparable con los actos de amor que existen, pareciese, solo para balancear todo lo horrible que nos rodea, que nos contamina.

En fin, estas fotos are definitely worth seeing.

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posted by Florence at 23:24 -
“One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours—all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy.”
Robada de "Puto el que lee"...robado MAL.
William Faulkner en Writers at Work, de Malcolm Cowley, 1958

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posted by Florence at 21:00 -
viernes, 14 de septiembre de 2007
"As if that blind rage has washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much life myself - so like a brother, really - I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."


Monsieur Meursault in "The Stranger"

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posted by Florence at 14:07 -
jueves, 13 de septiembre de 2007
American Beauty II
It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and I can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure, but don't worry. You will someday."

Lester Burnham from American Beauty

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posted by Florence at 15:49 -
miércoles, 12 de septiembre de 2007
Trainspotting


"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers..... Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life..... But why would I want to do a thing like that?"


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posted by Florence at 19:55 -
martes, 11 de septiembre de 2007
Order of the Phoenix

"Harry, I owe you an explanation," said Dumbledore, "an explanation of an old man's mistake. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But the old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young... and I seem to have forgotten lately,"

Dumbledore siendo Dumbledore en Order of the Phoenix.
Estoy monotematica. Mal.

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posted by Florence at 0:31 -
lunes, 10 de septiembre de 2007
Weezer
Nacho abrio una puerta enorme. Weezer rules.



Y acá el video, just as awesome, ambientado en el set de Happy Days.-

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posted by Florence at 18:00 -
viernes, 7 de septiembre de 2007
Goblet of Fire
"The Triwizard Tournament's aim was to further and promote magical understanding. In the light of what has happened- of Lord Voldemort's return- such ties are more important than ever before (...) Every guest in this hall will be welcomed back here at any time should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again- in the light of Lord Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differents of habits and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open. It is my belief- and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken- that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you, in his Hall, have already suffered difficulty at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. A week ago, a student was taken from our midst. Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory".


Albus Dumbledore, Goblet Of Fire, pages 627, 628.
Tipee todo ese parrafo casi en la oscuridad; that's how much I wanted to share this.
Entra en el Top Three de mis mejores quotes de Harry Potter sin duda.
Estoy rozando la obsesión ñoña tras Deathly Hallows. Sepanlo.

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posted by Florence at 2:59 -
jueves, 6 de septiembre de 2007
I have a dream speech (I)

"(...) In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children"


Dr. M. L. King Jr.

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posted by Florence at 12:16 -
miércoles, 5 de septiembre de 2007
Heaven is...
Heaven is where the police are British, the chefs are Italian, the mechanics are German, the Lovers are french and it is all organized by the Swiss.

Hell is where the police are German, the chefs are British, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and it is all organized by the Italians


Hace unos años esto aparecía en el menú de Il Gato y siempre me parecio estereotipadamente cierto.

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posted by Florence at 14:55 -
domingo, 2 de septiembre de 2007
I Am Very Bothered
I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab
when I held a pair of scissors by the blades
and played the handles
in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;
then called your name, and handed them over.

O the unrivalled stench of branded skin
as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,
then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked,
the doctor said, for eternity.

Don't believe me, please, if I say
that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,
of asking you if you would marry me.


-- Simon Armitage

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posted by Florence at 18:50 -
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