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Me apetecen findes en Avilés. Echo de menos la velocidad... y las parkas, y ensuciarse los dedos rebuscando discos, y las patillas.

Hoy

Hoy ha sido un día de esos que no me importan. Ni fú ni fá.  He visitado una ciudad sin encanto, sin importancia, sin lustre.

Nada tenía sentido.

Todo era ajeno para mí: ese “tren”, esas personas que subían en pueblos insospechados del extrarradio de Madrid, el aire, el sol, la compañía. Y la claridad en mi mente de que si pudiera, volvería atrás sin pensarlo lo más mínimo.

Ahora me acuerdo de 2.046 y pienso, que tal vez es hora de escapar de ese futuro imaginado.

“Everyone who goes to 2046 has the same intention. They want to recapture lost memories. Because in 2046 nothing ever changes. But, nobody knows if that is true or not because no-one has ever come back.”.

Won Kar Wai.

Virginia

"As a woman I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman, my country is the whole world."

Virginia Woolf.

to the lighthouse

                                                                          Bird Song

"What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one."

                                                              
    
Virginia Woolf, "To the lighthouse"    

think

                

                     A bout de souffle. Jean-Luc Godard. 1960.

" What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction." 

                                                                                                                                        Chuck Palahniuk,

Choke.

January

"Dare I say I miss him? I do. I do miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human being."

Yann Martel,


Life of Pi.