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Friday, May 29, 2009

You see those people over there? He pointed toward the bar. All those people have families, you can tell by their faces, they have families that depend on them and that they depend on, and for some of them this is good, and for some of them this is bad. But it all amounts to the same shit because there isn't one of them who is free. They can't do what they want to do or be who they should be. I might have no one in the world, but at least I'm free.
-Junot Diaz
Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I think of the days we were gods and goddesses, playing ball
with planets. We were larger than dinosaurs. But now we sit like good
girls and boys and watch the small tennis ball going left and
right, forgetting the days when we use to play with bigger balls.
What happens when we shrink even further, and become the size
of cockroaches? Will we be still playing with something that echoesthe time when we were larger?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.
And if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
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