Falso domingo.
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George Marshalson had slept badly. He always did when she was out. Going to bed soon after she had left the house, he had slept for an hour or two, then woken and lain awake, no longer comforted by the presence of Diana next to him. It was August and the night was warm, humid and sticky in spite of the wide-open windows. He lay listening to the sounds of the night, the trickle of the sluggish river, a bird, its name unknown, giving its eerie wail.
End in Tears. Ruth Rendell.
Es del libro que tengo que leer para la escuela. El principio del segundo capítulo, que es por donde voy. Y la verdad es que no pinta mal.
He estado haciendo limpieza en mi carpeta hoy, que tenía todo descolocado y muchas cosas useless que ocupaban hueco y he borrado y me he encontrado con esto.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare, or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change.
I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw.
Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still. It feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar.
Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected...who knows what other pain might be waiting out there? Chances are it could be even worse.
So you maintain the status quo, choose the road already traveled, and it doesn't seem that bad, not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone...except maybe yourself a little.
When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked really, really close. Which, thank God, they never do.
But you notice it. Inside you, that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is... That this is the person you get to be forever. That you'll never have to change again.
Ephram Brown.
Lo que me ha llevado a
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Xnsw606vyoQ
Viéndolo me he dado cuenta de que era la primera vez que lo veía en VO y lo he amado mil veces más que cuando lo vi en castellano, si es que eso es posible.
Sólo me queda un capítulo para acabar la segunda temporada de Prison Break y tengo que decir que odio cómo la están llevando. Prison Break es una gran serie con grandes personajes. Las cosas no son como parecen, ni blancas ni negras, los buenos no son tan buenos y los malos no son tan malos. Y lo más importante (para mí): el interrogante de si el fin justifica los medios. Y se la han cargado a base de tramas y asuntos varios incoherentes que se resuelven más incoherentemente todavía, haciendo finales de capítulos en plan omg! para que mueras por ver el siguiente olvidándose de todo el trasfondo.
La temporada no está mal del todo, pero la podrían haber hecho mucho mejor.
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George Marshalson had slept badly. He always did when she was out. Going to bed soon after she had left the house, he had slept for an hour or two, then woken and lain awake, no longer comforted by the presence of Diana next to him. It was August and the night was warm, humid and sticky in spite of the wide-open windows. He lay listening to the sounds of the night, the trickle of the sluggish river, a bird, its name unknown, giving its eerie wail.
End in Tears. Ruth Rendell.
Es del libro que tengo que leer para la escuela. El principio del segundo capítulo, que es por donde voy. Y la verdad es que no pinta mal.
He estado haciendo limpieza en mi carpeta hoy, que tenía todo descolocado y muchas cosas useless que ocupaban hueco y he borrado y me he encontrado con esto.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare, or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change.
I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw.
Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still. It feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar.
Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected...who knows what other pain might be waiting out there? Chances are it could be even worse.
So you maintain the status quo, choose the road already traveled, and it doesn't seem that bad, not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone...except maybe yourself a little.
When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked really, really close. Which, thank God, they never do.
But you notice it. Inside you, that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is... That this is the person you get to be forever. That you'll never have to change again.
Ephram Brown.
Lo que me ha llevado a
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Xnsw606vyoQ
Viéndolo me he dado cuenta de que era la primera vez que lo veía en VO y lo he amado mil veces más que cuando lo vi en castellano, si es que eso es posible.
Sólo me queda un capítulo para acabar la segunda temporada de Prison Break y tengo que decir que odio cómo la están llevando. Prison Break es una gran serie con grandes personajes. Las cosas no son como parecen, ni blancas ni negras, los buenos no son tan buenos y los malos no son tan malos. Y lo más importante (para mí): el interrogante de si el fin justifica los medios. Y se la han cargado a base de tramas y asuntos varios incoherentes que se resuelven más incoherentemente todavía, haciendo finales de capítulos en plan omg! para que mueras por ver el siguiente olvidándose de todo el trasfondo.
La temporada no está mal del todo, pero la podrían haber hecho mucho mejor.
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