domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR

Me siento frente a la computadora, escribo, borro. Escribo otra vez, pero borro. Me levanto, busco un vaso de agua, trato de empezar por esa frase que se me había ocurrido antes de irme a dormir, y me quedo mirándola por una hora. No sale nada.

SMS de martes a la noche: "devolveme las ideas! Cuando estaba enamorada de vos era mas creativa."

Él me dijo que era verdad, que cuando estaba enganchada con él o con otros, las ideas salían solas. Que me tengo que volver a enamorar, o encontrar inspiración en otras cosas. Pero yo no quiero nada de eso, sólo quiero volver a escribir.

Al otro día me quedé pensando. En realidad no era creativa porque estaba enamorada. Lo que verdaderamente me guiaba en el camino de las ideas era el desamor, el sentimiento no correspondido, la distancia y las barreras que se presentaban. Era la tristeza y la angustia, las inseguridades, los miedos, los encuentros inesperados y las mil despedidas, la neurosis y por supuesto, las incalculables histerias.


They made us believe that real love, the one that’s strong, only happens once, more likely before your 30ths.


They never told us that love is not something that you can put in motion, neither has time schedule.

They made us believe that each one of us is the half of an orange, and that life only makes sense when u find that other half.

They did not tell us that we were born as whole, and that no-one in our lives deserve to carry on his back such responsibility of completing what is missing on us: we grow through life by ourselves. If we have a good company it’s just more pleasant.

They made us believe in a formula “two in one”: two people sharing the same line of thinking, same ideas, and that it is what works.

It’s never been told that it has another name: invalidation, that only two individuals with their own personality is how you can have a healthy relationship. It has been made to believe that marriage is an obliged institution and that fantasies out of hour should be repressed.

They made us believe that the thin and beautiful are the ones who is more loved, that the ones that have little sex are boring, and the ones that has a lot of it are not trustful, and that will always have a old shoes to a crooked foot; what they forgot to tell us is that there are more crooked minds than feet.

They made us believe that there’s one way formula to be happy, the same one to everybody, and the ones that escape from that are condemned to be delinquents.

We have never been told that those formulas go wrong, they get people frustrated, they are alienating, and that we can try other alternatives.

Oh! Also they did not tell us that no one will tell those things to us. Each and everyone of us will have to learn by ourselves.

And, when we get to the point that you are in love with yourself first, that’s when you can fall in love with somebody.

sábado, 12 de noviembre de 2011


“Una volta Ludwig Wittgenstein disse che se chiedi a qualcuno quanto fa due più due e ti risponde cinque è un errore. Ma se gli chiedi quanto fa due più due e ti risponde 97, non è più un errore. La persona con cui stai parlando usa una logica completamente diversa dalla tua”. Ho il sospetto, che il mondo ora sia per te, come l’uomo convinto che due più due fa 97. Sei su una lunghezza d’onda diversa da quella delle persone che ti circondano. Per capire quello che ti sta succedendo devi fare qualcosa che equivalga a mettersi a testa in giù, incrociare gli occhi e aprire la mente il più possibile.

jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2011

“The Picture of Dorian Gray”



"It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about, nowadays, saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true."

martes, 1 de noviembre de 2011

Y SE CONVIRTIÓ EN FLACO...

Una de mis amigas estaba contando las aventuras de su reciente y muy nueva soltería, cuando las demás nos empezamos a perder en el mar de hombres que tiene hoy en día en su vida.

ALGUNA DE NOSOTRAS: ay, me perdí, ese es Tomás?

ELLA: ehhhhh... para para para, todavía ninguno merece ser llamado por su nombre. No personifiquemos, OBJETIFIQUEMOS! ese es el de las muletas. Ahora sí, sigo...