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“Mechanical activity and its corollaries, such as absolute regularity,...”
– Nietszche, On the genealogy of morals.
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December 2011
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Pequeña elegía
Ya para qué seguir siendo árbol  si el verano de dos años me arrancó las hojas y las flores  Ya para qué seguir siendo árbol  si el viento no canta en mi follaje  si mis pájaros migraron a otros lugares  Ya para qué seguir siendo árbol  sin habitantes  a no ser esos ahorcados que penden  de mis ramas  como frutas podridas en otoño. -Raúl Gómez Jattin, por supuesto.
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November 2011
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October 2011
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In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains—flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado’s intensity doesn’t abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor Wat,...
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“We’re allowed to be overweight as long as we “never quit” trying, publicly and...”
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March 2011
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“I am of a most peaceful disposition. My wishes are: a modest cottage with roof...”
– Heine (1888) me recuerda a alguien conocido…
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February 2011
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“I felt a bit like a sperm whale that breaks the surface of the water, makes a little splash, and lets you believe that down there, where it can’t be seen, down there where it is neither seen nor monitored by anyone, it is following a deep, coherent, and premeditated trajectory.” Michel Foucault
Feb 8th