Narcis Comadira

Pensando, soltando pájaros,
desvaneciendo imágenes,
enterrando lámparas.

Pablo Neruda

Doris Lessing
wins Nobel Prize
in Literature

" ¿Cómo podemos saber si vieron lo que nosotros vemos? Quizá cuando miraron las colinas, valles, árboles, se hicieron con lo que vieron en una forma que nosotros no comprendemos, como los aborígenes en Australia pueden ser parte de un paisaje a través del canto. Quizá, avizorando, de espaldas a las pinturas que habían ejecutado, ellos eran el paisaje, eran lo que veían. En ocasiones la gente de hoy tiene destellos o momentos, que son como si formaran "parte de todo", emergen en "todo"; ondean en árboles, plantas, suelo, rocas y pasan a ser uno con ellos. ¿Cómo sabemos que esta condición, que se consigue sólo temporal y ocasionalmente, y por rara gente, no fue su estado permanente? "

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MIDNIGHT IN
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WOODY ALLEN

Nord Zealand
Denmark

walking
on
water

Henry Moore

Louisiana Museum
Denmark

Malmö
Design Museum

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

Copenhagen
May '07
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"ég gaf ykkur von sem varð að vonbrigðum..
þetta er ágætis byrjun"
=
"i gave you hope that became a disappointment..
this is an alright start"
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Pic by Sean

Walking in the countryside
It seems that the winds have stopped
I took down the posters from my wall
Left letters for you all

I remember moments of happiness
Endless summer, acoustic guitars
Being a man made me coarse
When I wanted to be delicate

I called up Eugene
Told him I was drowning

Like a castaway on a warm ocean
Waiting for a purpose to rise
They say it's not becoming
For a boy my age

If you want to know what makes me sad
Well it's hope, the endurance of faith
A battle that lasts a lifetime
A fight that never ends

Walking in the countryside
It seems that the winds have stopped
Tell my mother I am sorry
And I loved her

closer
to
heaven

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husband and wife
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Inmediatamente comencé a sentirme como perdido. Como levantado del suelo. Lejos y al mismo tiempo muy cerca, tanto, que podía contarle los lunares que tiene en la nariz, esos punticos como marroncitos, como rosados que tiene juntados en la nariz, y mientras más la miraba, ella más se sonreía y yo volaba más lejos de ella, con la sonrisa, sin ella, con la sonrisa sola, flotando en el aire, con su sonrisa de espuma roja, y después que había volado con la sonrisa, la sonrisa regresaba a su cara, le cubría toda su cara y yo me daba cuenta que estaba ahí, frente a ella, y me entraba en el vientre un miedito dulce.

Francisco Massiani
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Tibidabo

Barcelona

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siempre allí

seguro

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2007
es el año
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Amarcord

io mi ricordo

Madrid

Panchitos en Madrid

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el mundo

al reves

como la vida

misma

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Vamos fugir
Deste lugar, baby
Vamos fugir
Proutro lugar, baby

Qualquer outro lugar comum
Outro lugar qualquer
Qualquer outro lugar ao sol
Outro lugar ao sul
Céu azul, céu azul...
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Guernica

Pablo Picasso

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In the shadows

you and me

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A new path

Next Stop

You know it's time
that we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way

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She said, dont try to use me or slyly refuse me,
Just win me or lose me,
It is this that the darkness is for.

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L.C.

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An Eskimo showed me a movie
he'd recently taken of you:
the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
his lips and his fingers were blue.
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,

oh please let me come into the storm

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Man Ray
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I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
that's no way to say goodbye

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Leonard Cohen

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locuras desencadenas

sillas

paraguas

lamparas

nosotros

nosotros mismos

volando

disfrutando

riendo...

BreaksInGarraf

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the best is out there

take a drink

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wild is the

wild is the

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wind

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/Mr. O

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I

feel

like

dancing

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panoramicas

desenfoques

locuras

slopes

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Palm trees

in a sunset

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Sitges

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-memoria poética-

aquello que hace

hermosa nuestra

vida

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M.Kundera

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Hay una luz

que nunca

se apaga

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Seguir

caminant

Jugant

a viure

Per no

perdre't

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another day at the beach

31st December'06

Sundsvall, Sweden
lucesdecolores

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Sundsvall

with cava

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Christmas in Sweden

warm, sunny,

and

great sunset

(despite is at 1.33 p.m.)

but that makes it

even more speciall

Gud jul and skol!

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Changing room

Barcelona