No hay tiempo para nada
Esta tarde me voy a comprar una carpa y una mochila y esta noche salgo para Cádiz. A la vuelta les cuento. ¿Habré leído ya 2666? ¿Habré surfeado? ¿Habré comido adobo? Espero que sí, la verdad.
El post terminaba ahí, pero me da cosa abandonar el teléfono sin una cita de despedida, así que les dejo esta chiquitita de The Picture of Dorian Gray:
The darkness lifted, and, flushed with faint fires,
the sky hollowed itself into a perfect pearl.
posted by tino at 11:04 AM
5 Comments:
cádiz y la coruña son...
tino, posteate algo.
Uno de estos días encontrarás el tiempo para actualizar...
Mientras tanto os dejo al resto 'El Cumpleaños de la Infanta'
When the truth dawned upon him, he gave a wild cry of despair, and fell sobbing to the ground. So it was he who was misshappen and hunchbacked, foul to look at and grotesque. He himself was the monster, and it was at him that all the children had been laughing, and the little Princess who he had thought loved him - she too had been merely mocking at his ugliness, and making merry over his twisted limbs. Why had they not left him in the forest, where there was no mirror to tell him how loathsome he was?
Oscar Wilde
me recuerda a las quejas del monstruo en Frankenstein... y al epígrafe de Milton que lo introduce:
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me Man, did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?
Y te digo más:
Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred. (Chapter 15)
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