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abril 20, 2018

Haruki Murakami (este fue un post olvidado del 2010)

Hace días terminé el libro... es profundo y sencillo, es cotidiano y vivo, tiene una tristeza atada y un sinsentido guiado.

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good Norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine,
We talked until two and then she said: "It's time for bed"

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath

And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good Norwegian wood.




abril 12, 2018

Por estos lares

A ritmo lento... eso intento. 

A retornar a pequeñas cosas: este blog por ejemplo.
A las ganas de dibujar: empatinada completa. 
A dejar el pretexto y retomar el ejercicio.
A escuchar música al azar (mi compañera de toda la vida) 
Una cosa más: retomar lectura


https://youtu.be/GF1EAQfC_yk