Nowhere Expresso

... un viaje de ida

  • 1st Agosto
    2014
  • 01
  • 1st Agosto
    2014
  • 01
A revolution is not a painless march to the gates of freedom and justice. It is a struggle between rage and hope, between the temptation to destroy and the desire to build. Its temperament is desperate. It is a tormented response to the past, to all that has happened, the recalled and unrecalled injustices—for the memory of a revolution reaches much further back than the memory of its protagonists.
Hisham Matar on Libya: http://nyr.kr/1n7I6mX (via newyorker)

(Fuente: newyorker.com, vía oraleia)

  • 1st Agosto
    2014
  • 01

Varón urgente
hembra repentina

no pierdan tiempo
quiéranse

dejen todo en el beso
palpen la carne nueva
gasten el coito único
destrúyanse

sabiendo

que el tiempo pasará
que está pasando
que ya ha pasado para
los dos
urgente viejo
anciana repentina.

"Todo el instante" - Mario Benedetti. (via viejaculturafrita)
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    2014
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    2014
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  • 29th Julio
    2014
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  • 29th Julio
    2014
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  • 29th Julio
    2014
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Pure love for another person, and what people call romantic love, are two different things. Pure love doesn’t manipulate the relationship to one’s advantage, but romantic love is different. Romantic love contains other elements—the desire to be loved by the other person, for instance. If purely loving another was enough, you wouldn’t suffer because of unrequited love. As long as the other person was happy, there wouldn’t be any need to suffer because you weren’t being loved in return. What makes people suffer is the desire to be loved by another person. So I decided that romantic love and pure love for a person are not the same. And that by following this you could lessen the pain of unrequited love.
Haruki Murakami (via fy-perspectives)

(Fuente: wordsnquotes, vía adrianamtz-r)

  • 29th Julio
    2014
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Se por experiencia que, en la vida, sólo en contadísimas ocasiones encontramos a alguien a quien podamos transmitir nuestro estado de ánimo con exactitud, alguien con quien podamos comunicarnos a la perfección. Es casi un milagro, o una suerte inesperada, hallar a esa persona. Seguro que muchos mueren sin haberla encontrado jamás. Y, probablemente, no tenga relación alguna con lo que se suele entender por amor. Yo diría que se trata, más bien, de un estado de entendimiento mutuo cercano a la empatía.
Sauce ciego, mujer dormida. Haruki Murakami (via atravesdeloslibros)
  • 28th Julio
    2014
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  • 28th Julio
    2014
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  • 28th Julio
    2014
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