"Creía que los superhéroes llevaban la ropa interior por fuera y rescataban gatos de los árboles, Mr. Hawksmoor. No recuerdo ningún comic-book en el que destrozaran a sus enemigos y amedrentaran a los lídereres del mundo para que adoptasen políticas más humanitarias."

-- Un periodista entrevistando a Hawksmoor (The Authority #27)

"Un cambio social real nunca ha sido llevado a cabo sin una revolución... Revolución no es sino el pensamiento llevado a la acción."

-- Emma Goldman

Revolución no es llegar a trending topic con tu #hastag de Twitter. Tampoco conseguir 15 nuevos seguidores por tus dotes de opinólogo en 140 caracteres y pasar a ser un personajillo de la red.

Sí sí, comenzaré una revolución desde mi cama. And you'll see how much I suck at it

Quando sei qui con me questa stanza non a piu pareti m'alberi

Den ständiga resan till nästa höst.

This is one of those (Not so) small things that make me enormously happy :)

Esto es lo más fangirl que he hecho en mi vida.

Y dudo que vuelva a hacer algo parecido. Solo por Dunn.

Unos cuantos temas para esta noche de Domingo. Claro, porque yo no veo Lost (aunque he pensado en darme una maratón de esta) y espero a que el último capítulo de la serie sea visto por el amigo que necesito me ayude en la creación del índice.

Para cerrar algo un poco diferente

Lieutenant Colonel Django used funds from the project's black budget to procure prostitutes...
That's a lie!
...and to get drugs for himself and his men.

That...

well, the hooker thing is definitely a lie.

All the horror movies, are real in my mind

Supposedly he was born in a mental institution, and he sleeps only one hour a night.




When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.

Te odio puto insomnio

The insemination of little girls In the middle of wet dreams

We are the angel mutants
The streets for us seduction
Our 'cause unjust and ancient
In this B film born invasion

There's one in all of us

Inside all of us is... hope. Inside all of us is... fear. Inside all of us is... adventure. Inside all of us is a wild thing.

I have a sadness-shield that keeps out all the sadness, and it's big enough for all of us

FERNANda

Non cresci più, a tratti è normale,
Non si arrende più, il mio cuore
Cosa ti resta?
Il folle ride, penso a lei
Accorgersi di vivere nell’estasi
Cose che accadono qui
Il paradiso, è lei e non ho più rocce leggere ormai
My mind
Come puoi vivere a testa in giù
Come puoi vivere a testa in giù
Veglia in un sogno
Il paradiso è lei e non c’è più luce, per guardarci ormai
Cieca, il buio sole disinfesta
Gli alberi cadono al suolo
Riuscirò, se mi tiri giù, non riuscirò
Non respiri più, non riuscirò
Non riuscirò…
Come puoi vivere a testa in giù
Come puoi vivere a testa in giù



Trovami un modo semplice
PER USCIRNE



En cierto modo, para vos, mi querida Chilena Argentinizada e Italianizada. Así con ser tan re gilas y termerle a lo que queremos por estar acostumbradas a nuestro estado y compañía.

I light a cigarette.
The man rolls Julian over.
Wonder if he's for sale.
I don't close my eyes.

You can disappear here without knowing it.

Disappear Here.
The syringe fills with blood.
You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters.
Wonder if he's for sale.

People are afraid to merge. To merge.

Images so violent and malicious that they seemed to be my only point of reference for a long time afterwards.
After I left.


Y todo es menos que cero. Breat Easton Ellis se ha ganado mi admiración con sus novelas y manera de escribir, con la crítica que realiza a la vida de estos chicos ricos de LA en un libro que escribió a lo que es una edad con la que le podriamos catalogar de 'muy jóven'.
No tenía ganas de ver la película, pues algo en mi interior me decia que no guardaría gran relación con el libro. Pero finalmente, confiando un poco en la presencia de Robert Downey Jr en ella, opté por verla. Debo decir que la película no me desilucionó en mis espectativas: ES UNA MIERDA
Clay es un personaje super pastel, que anda a la siga de Blair constantemente (cosa que en el libro era bien diferente), y se centra más en presentar un mensaje del tipo 'di no a las drogas', que en plasmar el vacío que presentan los personajes en la novela. Obviando, además, escenas de suma importancia para el mensaje que hay tras esta, escena donde Clay se vio más perturbado y lo llevan al final.
Debí escuchar a quien me dijo 'quédate con la novela no más', y eso es lo que prefiero hacer.

-You're stoned and you're driving.
-Pot balances me out. Pot brings me up. That's I smoke it if I'm going to be drinking.

Missing you, always... Loving you, forever... Forgetting you, NEVER...

-I woke up one morning and I just knew.
-Knew what?
-What I was never sure of with you.
-You know what sucks? Realizing that everything you believe in is complete and utter bullshit.
-What do you mean?
-You know destiny and soul mates, true love and all that childhood fairytale nonsense. You were right, I should have listened to you.
-No, Tom. I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it. And now he’s my Husband.
-Yeah, so?
-What if I had gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I had got there 10 minutes later? It was meant to be. And, I just kept thinking Tom was right.
-noo
-yeah I did... I did

It just wasn't me that you were right about

"I've met another man. He's the best man I've ever met. He's bright, handsome and he's crazy about me. And, he's married. There's only one thing; he doesn't like my hat".