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painting murals in an abandoned villa in tuscany, italy
Matisse painting his bedroom walls in Nice, 1949
Cupid and Psyche, Belvedere Museum
Escuché una vez, a un viejo decir en un bar, que el hombre, con el tiempo, se acostumbra a todo. Se acostumbra a vivir en Laponia a menos de 40 grados, o en Barbate a más de 40, se acostumbra a estar en una silla de ruedas, a perder un brazo, a no tener padre, incluso a vivir en un puñetero barco en el fin del mundo. Decía ese viejo que era la estúpida manera que tenemos de seguir siendo felices. Pero hay cosas a las que no te acostumbras ni con todo el tiempo del mundo. No te acostumbras al hueco del otro lado de la cama, nunca te acostumbraras a no ver su sonrisa o a dejar de pedir dos copas en un bar, o a dejar de comprar dos entradas para un concierto, a no notar su olor, ni sus besos, ni a que se te reviente el alma cada vez que te miras al espejo, y te das cuenta de que eres el gilipollas más grande del mundo, por haber dejado escapar al amor de tu vida.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” -Dead Poets Society
“Don’t you forget this.”
Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir