Thursday, February 26, 2015


"Las Ășnicas palabras que merecen existir son las palabras mejores que el silencio"
(J. C. Onetti)

Monday, February 16, 2015

Saturday, February 14, 2015

When I heard the learn’d astronomer

(By Uncle Walt Whitman)

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; 
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; 
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, 
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; 
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, 
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, 
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Get to sea

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

(Herman Melville - Moby Dick)