tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10536652824866911862024-03-28T23:04:30.025+01:00CONVERSES PENDENTSEvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-44828284807038265132014-07-29T00:43:00.000+02:002014-07-29T00:43:29.355+02:00Alenades, somnis, instins.<br />
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Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-88307766198658040522013-09-22T16:59:00.000+02:002013-09-22T17:29:48.174+02:00Midnight in Paris<br />
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- ¿Has hecho el amor con una mujer hermosa?<br />
- Mi prometida es muy sexy.<br />
- Y cuando haces el amor con ella sientes pasión verdadera y bella, y
por al menos ese momento pierdes el miedo a la muerte.<br />
- No, eso no pasa.<br />
- Creo que el amor real crea un refugio de la muerte. Todos los cobardes
vienen de no amar a no amar bien, que es lo mismo. Y cuando un hombre
que es valiente y verdadero, mira a la muerte en la caza como unos
cazadores de rinocerontes que conozco, o Belmonte quien es realmente
valiente. Es porque aman lo suficiente como para sacar eso de su mente.
Hasta que regresa como lo hace en todos los hombres. Y entonces tiene
que hacer el amor bien de nuevo. Piénsalo.<br />
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Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-6655412661634126612013-08-27T23:57:00.001+02:002013-08-28T00:28:09.270+02:00Tempus<div style="text-align: left;">
“Tenemos diversos y curiosos Relojes, y otros que realizan movimientos alternativos...</div>
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Y también tenemos casas de los engaños de los sentidos, donde efectuamos todo tipo de manipulaciones, falsas apariencias, imposturas e ilusiones... Estas son, hijo mío, las Riquezas de la Casa de Salomón”.</div>
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(Francis Bacon. New Atlantis, ed. Rawley, Londres, 1627. pp. 41-42)</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> S'entén per cronologia a la ciència o sistema que permet organitzar de
manera ordenada i successiva els fets històrics d'acord aquests hagin
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Però de vegades no percebem el pas del temps com una representació exacta de la realitat, que és la que marquen els rellotges.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He rellegit el meu primer post i sembla que va ser ahir que el vaig escriure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">El torno ha llegir i em poso a pensar en les voltes que ha donat la vida i em sembla que el vaig escriure fa una eternitat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tot plegat em sembla una paradoxa dintre d'un bucle intemporal, però malgrat els alts i baixos d'aquest bloc el més important és que m'acompanya al llarg de la vida</span>.<br />
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Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-15143994887612184382013-07-06T04:14:00.000+02:002013-07-06T04:14:49.569+02:00Livro do Desassossego<div style="text-align: center;">
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Mai estimem a algú en concret. </div>
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Estimem tan sols la idea que ens formem
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És un concepte nostre és, en suma, a nosaltres mateixos el que
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Això és veritat en tota l'escala de l'amor. </div>
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En l'amor diferent del sexual, busquem un plaer propi que ens
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Una frase de Romeu i Julieta</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="ca"><span class="hps">"Els</span> <span class="hps">plaers</span> <span class="hps">violents</span> <span class="hps">tenen</span> <span class="hps">finals</span> <span class="hps">violents</span> <span class="hps">i</span> <span class="hps">tenen</span> <span class="hps">en el seu triomf</span> <span class="hps">la seva pròpia mort</span><span class="">,</span> <span class="hps">de la mateixa manera</span> <span class="hps">que es consumeixen</span> <span class="hps">el foc</span> <span class="hps">i la pólvora</span> <span class="hps">en un petó</span> <span class="hps">voraç</span><span class="">."</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Una cosa que tinc pendent</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">En fi, estic rara.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="ca"><span class=""><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">No sé si ningú escoltarà la cançó que he penjat. És una mica llarga i això fa mandra. Jo l'he escoltat unes quantes vegades aquesta nit, feia temps que no ho feia i m'ha costat molt trovar-la. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Tot va començar fa uns dies, tenia ganes de llegir coses medievals i vaig anar a parar a Atristan i Isolda. Vaig llegir l'historia sencera, vaig mirar quadres a les imatges del google i finalment em vair retrobar amb Wagner. Llavors em va venir una paraula al cap:<span style="font-size: large;"> "liebestod"</span>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A la vida també ens montem històries, donem voltes a les coses, aturem el temps i l'acelerem a la nostra conveniència, el problema és que no tenim idea cap a on pot conduir les accions que fem. Avui, a mi, m'han conduit a una cançó que no recordava que m'agradava tant i m'ha deixat la mateixa sensació de irrealitat que et queda quan et retrobes en algú en somnis.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Em pregunto quina deu ser la vostra paraula secreta. </div>Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-32976201539515392782012-02-13T01:35:00.000+01:002012-02-13T01:35:53.611+01:00Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqrMc0j_7pY/TzhYojTaaKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NmNb_-Blj0A/s1600/P1240773-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqrMc0j_7pY/TzhYojTaaKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NmNb_-Blj0A/s400/P1240773-1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aquesta nit he contemplat una dansa nocturna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Amb les finestres obertes</div><div style="text-align: center;">a les fosques</div><div style="text-align: center;">tractant de combatre la viciosa calor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que haig de fer? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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He somiat que conduia per una carretera deserta amb la sensació de fer tard. Uns metres més endavant hi ha un enorme edifici modern enmig d'un descampat polsós on hi ha un cotxe que m'espera.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Aparco a uns metres del cotxe. Allí hi ha un home dret que no em mira llavors, es dirigeix a la porta del copilot del seu cotxe i busca alguna cosa. Mentrestant, baixo del cotxe lentament i em quedo pensant uns instants si li haig de parlar o no. Estic en blanc i paralitzada...<br />
L'home puja al cotxe i marxa.<br />
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Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-37636351740228704182011-08-09T04:44:00.000+02:002011-08-09T04:44:59.600+02:00Personnalisée de vacances<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Viatjaria pel Nil</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-81836861115392523982011-07-01T03:33:00.000+02:002011-07-01T03:33:28.426+02:00Relats conjunts, Home de Vitruvi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhL8XAKj0sY/TgkMhAN3cLI/AAAAAAAAIlQ/Onx-kdsC7Yg/s1600/Da_Vinci_Vitruve_Luc_Viatour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhL8XAKj0sY/TgkMhAN3cLI/AAAAAAAAIlQ/Onx-kdsC7Yg/s320/Da_Vinci_Vitruve_Luc_Viatour.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ja fa uns quants dies que m'avandono a un vici secret. He descobert que tinc la qualitat de poseir doble personalitat. Avans ja havia tingut sospites i senyals que em feien arrivar a conclusions erronees com ara records d'una vida pasada, constans déjà vu, sensació d'estar viatjant en el temps, sonambulisme, fins i tot em vaig creure que viatjava astralment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jo mai m'havia imaginat que tenia una doble vida, paralel.la, simètrica com l'home de Vitruvi, complicada com un laberint.</div>En fi, el que et volia dir, em tralsvalso quan apareixes.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> "I també tenim cases dels enganys dels sentits, on efectuem tot tipus de manipulacions, falses aparences, impostures i ilusions... Aquestes son, fill meu, les Riqueses de la Casa de Salomó”.<br />
(Francis Bacon. New Atlantis, ed. Rawley, Londres, 1627. pp. 41-42)</span>Evahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344480831448383448noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053665282486691186.post-57532728831414742912011-03-17T01:31:00.000+01:002011-03-17T01:31:49.184+01:00Necronomicon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Si01jVR8u3s/TUQHBxnFK8I/AAAAAAAAWcM/pnKxNZhoAVw/s1600/voinquel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Si01jVR8u3s/TUQHBxnFK8I/AAAAAAAAWcM/pnKxNZhoAVw/s1600/voinquel1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aprendí las diversas clases existentes de demonios y dioses malignos y las<br />
viejas leyendas que hablan sobre los Antiguos. Así, fui capaz de<br />
protegerme contra el terrible Maskim, que yace a la espera en los<br />
límites del mundo, presto para atrapar al incauto y devorar los<br />
sacrificios dispuestos en la noche y en lugares desiertos también<br />
contra la diablesa LAMMASHTA, a quien se llama la Espada que<br />
Parte el Cráneo, cuya sola visión produce horror y desolación, y<br />
(según algunos) una muerte de naturaleza muy extraña.</span><br />
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