Friday, June 23, 2006
Recomendado de la semana
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Simple kind of life
Monday, June 12, 2006
Primer Tiempo
Friday, June 09, 2006
Comenzó el Mundial...
- Del 9 de Junio al 9 de Julio, lee la sección deportiva del Mundial para que tengas tema de conversación; si no lo haces, no te extrañes de las consecuencias...
- Durante el Mundial la tele es mía, a todas horas, sin excepción. El control, ni lo mires.
- Si tienes que pasar frente a la tele durante un partido no me importa, siempre y cuando pases gateando y sin distraerme.
- Durante los partidos estoy sordo y ciego. No esperes que te oiga, que abra la puerta, conteste el teléfono o levante al niño que se cayó de la planta alta. Nada.
- Sería bueno que siempre tengas cervezas en la refri, picadas en abundancia y le sonrías a mis amigotes que llegan a ver el fútbol. En agradecimiento, te dejaré ver tele de la media noche a las 4 de la mañana.
- Por favor, si me ves molesto porque mi equipo va perdiendo no me digas "no es para tanto" o "en el siguiente seguro ganan." Solo harás que me moleste más.
- Puedes sentarte a ver un partido conmigo y puedes hablarme en el medio tiempo, pero solo durante los comerciales y NO se te ocurra hacer cualquier comentario técnico. Tampoco abuses, dije UN partido.
- Las repeticiones de los goles son muy importantes. No importa si ya los vi o no los he visto, las quiero ver de nuevo, muchas veces.
- Que no se le ocurra a ninguna de tus amigotas bautizar al niño o hacer una Primera Comunión o casarse o involucrarme en ningún tipo de evento un sábado o domingo de partido del Mundial porque: a) no iré. b) no iré y c) no iré.
- Los resúmenes de la jornada Mundialista durante la noche son tan importantes como los juegos mismos; no se te ocurra decir "pero si eso ya lo viste, ¿por qué no cambias?"
- Finalmente, ahórrate expresiones como "¡qué bueno que el Mundial es cada 4 años!" Estoy inmunizado contra palabras necias. Y además, luego viene la Champions, Libertadores, Copa América, Liga Italiana, liga Española, liga Inglesa, La Eurocopa, Mundial de Clubes, etc. etc. etc...
¡LÉASE Y CÚMPLASE! (PEGAR EN LA NEVERA)
Meet Vincent
The Poem...
Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's polite and always does as he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented and wander dark hallways alone and
tormented.
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.
While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old, and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave.
She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.
To escape the badness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."
(The 'Vincent'-Poem, written by Tim Burton.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven'
and children's stories by Dr. Seuss).
Thursday, June 01, 2006
El mejor secreto
Lo que hace más importante a tu rosa, es el tiempo que tú has perdido con ella. (...)
Los hombres han olvidado esta verdad -dijo el zorro-, pero tú no debes olvidarla. Eres responsable para siempre de lo que has domesticado. Tú eres responsable de tu rosa...
(El Principito)