Saturday, 26 November 2011


"You may think you're pretty high and mighty, Trumbo. But let me tell you this... If I live long enough, and I will, I'm going to pull you down off that fancy horse of yours and shove your face in the muck!"
- Lily Bishop, California (John Farrow, 1947)

Thursday, 24 November 2011

"Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always"

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
- "The Velveteen Rabbit", by Margery Williams,


All the songs talk about us,
all the films talk about us.
All the comic books, all the stories,
and the patterns drawn by the stars.

"We love each other very much".

Wednesday, 23 November 2011


Now there's two of us :)

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Midnight in... ¿Sanju?

Man Ray - Exactamente correcto, Usted habita en dos mundos... Por ahora no veo nada extraño.
Gil Pender - Bueno, ustedes son surrealistas, ¡¡pero yo soy un tío normal!!
Man Ray - Un hombre enamorado de una mujer de una era distinta... Veo una fotografía.
Luis Buñuel - Veo una película.
Gil Pender - Veo un problema insuperable.
Salvador Dalí - Yo veo... Un rinoceronte.

- Midnight in Paris (Woody Allen, 2011)

Saturday, 5 November 2011


Es imposible querer o amar a un sitio o ciudad.
Se quiere o ama a las personas que conocemos en ese lugar, y creamos una falsa ilusión de que el sitio en cuestión es especial, pero no es así. Asociamos una cosa con la otra, cogemos cariño a un emplazamiento porque recordamos lo que hemos vivido ahí, pero nunca se volverán a repetir.
Porque no puedes esperar que, al darle un abrazo a la catedral de Santa Maria del Fiore, ésta te lo devuelva. Es físicamente imposible.
He dicho.