Wednesday, 29 October 2014
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Sunday, 21 September 2014
Words that pave the way to paradise
Haruki Murakami. Not this one, this wind up bird. how good it was reading it.
Somehow lost in the many plots this book and author have the secrets. It all makes sense at the end for another look down the window away from my favorite toy, books first, now kindle.
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Somehow lost in the many plots this book and author have the secrets. It all makes sense at the end for another look down the window away from my favorite toy, books first, now kindle.
The wind-up bird chronicle.
Haruki Murakami
Read what inspires you and let what you read guide your real life.
Let me show some of the hints that made it worth.
Lacking any values of their own, such people can arrive at a standpoint only by adopting other people’s standards or views.
The passage of time will usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless. Then, sooner or later, I forget about them.
“I’m only sixteen,” she said, “and I don’t know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I’m pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.”
Just go round the corner, and there it is: a world you’ve never seen. I told you you have a blind spot, didn’t I? You still don’t understand.”
But I’d rather not talk about that right now. Some things , you know, if you say them, it makes them not true? You know what I mean, Mr Wind-up Bird?”
This person, this self, this me, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.
I would not be able to distinguish the point at which the real ended and the unreal took over. The wall separating the two regions had begun to melt.
How wonderful it would be, he thought, if he could find the cool shade of a tree somewhere, to stretch out and sleep, if only for a little while – to stop thinking, to sink into the silent darkness of unconsciousness.
It’s always best for people to talk to each other face to face , to open themselves up. Otherwise, misunderstandings are bound to arise, and misunderstandings make people unhappy….
“Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?” “I guess it depends on how you die ,” said the vet, after a moment’s thought.
a puzzle in which truth was not necessarily fact and fact not necessarily truth.
Could I have done such a thing without being aware of it? No, certainly not – unless there existed another me.
“What I’m trying to say is that it seems to me to be nothing but an explanation for explanation’s sake. It doesn’t lead anywhere.
I tried to smile, without much success. “I am afraid to die, though,” I whispered to myself.
I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.
Sunday, 31 August 2014
Where there is demand, there is a business.
- What's your job?
- I'm ....... softly people
Working on cigarettes enables my profile to finally cruise up the world of fast moving goods. From the development of wings over 4 years till I witnessed the first flight, to the supply, volumes of billions to very interesting market.
I am not bothered by what I am doing. I love all the work it entails, all the horizons it gathers. Where there is a demand, there is a business. If any ethical concerns, look to the government making money too simply and playing hypocrisy to a level I cannot conceive.
And most of all, finally settled, finally in Switzerland, enjoying the calm, respectful, friendly environment this country offers.
If you had one shot, one opportunity. Would you seize it? or would wou let it slip?
Simply beautiful. Nothing else matters.
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Rather die happy than live sad
It's all a matter of perspectives.
The ones I don't see.
Happy 26th of July!
Happy 26th of July!
Monday, 21 April 2014
Y nos queda sus libros
He descubierto un viernes en Barcelona , mas exactamente en Sant Joan Despi, la muerte de este gran autor con quien he aprendido un espanol mas que todas palabras.
hay manera de pagar sus respetos, Para mi, tengo en mi memoria este momento, cuyo ha cruzado un otro lugar, este del cementario de los libros olvidados dentro de las ramblas de Zafon.
Vivir para contarla. Este gran autor, sus mundos tan buenos, sus parafos sin fin, historias de verdad ilusion, cada uno, una llave hasta un mundo que se puede entender mejor.
Muchissima gracias por todas las emociones que me has dado.
Y nos queda Macondo.
Siempre,
Dare you dream
PS: En el mismo tiempo que este blog tenia sus 20000 visitas (gracias), este el 369 post, bueno tiempo para concluir, y preparar mi viaje hasta Columbia.
Saturday, 29 March 2014
Keep going
A little personal message, not in an e-bottle
Maybe too egocentric, to paraphrase Lady Gaga, no poker face, living life my way:
I've been to Senegal, Peru, Russia & Ukraine,
I've studied in England, France & Spain
I've walked from Cambodia, Mexico, Cuba, San Salvador to Morocco
I've loaded Google to the top,
And had to start another one.
I've worked in Spain, England, France, and Germany,
I'm working in Switzerland for others wonderlands
I've travelled so far, so closed
In Europe, Western, Soutnern, Northern, Eastern and Central
Met people that made it all far better.
Wonderful memories, vivid ones that keeps me going
Yet, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
Freedom is just another word for missing someone
So keep going.
Boing, Boing, Boing
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