Reading Clive Barker

What must I do, in the time remaining? Only everything.

Galilee, p. 49

Grandfathers

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Para muchos pueblos del África negra, los antepasados son los espíritus que están vivos en el árbol que crece junto a tu casa o en la vaca que pasta en el campo. El bisabuelo de tu tatarabuelo es ahora aquel arroyo que serpentea en la montaña. Y también tu ancestro puede ser cualquier espíritu que quiera acompañarte en tu viaje en el mundo, aunque no haya sido nunca
pariente ni conocido.
La familia no tiene fronteras, explica Soboufu Somé, del pueblo dagara:
- Nuestros niños tienen muchas madres y muchos padres. Tantos como ellos
quieran.
Y los espíritus ancestrales, los que te ayudan a caminar, son los muchos abuelos que cada uno tiene. Tantos como quieras.

Eduardo Galeano, Espejos. Una historia casi universal, p. 5

And that's why we're all going to be allright...

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Thank you, Mrs. Holloway, for helping make fashion be again what I love so much!

The Tudors

I watched the two first seasons of The Tudors completely mesmerized. But now, reaching the end of the third one, I have the feeling that everything is rushed, poorly done, and badly acted. There are less characters, less production, and everything seems so... petty.... But, there are only four seasons. And, just like Galilee (the most boring book in the world!) , I'm going to the end! Even though I'd rather be doing crosswords...

But do not worry, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, yo still have a place in my heart. You can call you friend Henry Cavill to come along, there's room for everybody.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!

Definetely one of the best lines in movie history. Not a few times I wished I had said that to someone. But I am nice, and never think it's worth it. Sometimes I wish I was cruel and sarcastic, always very elegant though. It must be wonderful to throw this line at the face of someone who deserves it. Someday I'll manage to do that...

Les mots d'amour

J'aimerais écrire des mots d'amour
Parce que parler c'est pas mon fort.

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Oh, Emily...

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KORN- Creep

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I
want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

...and that I got.

I am a happy woman.

by Neil Leonard