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This is torturous...
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The Castle âą Franz Kafka. Final thoughts: what the hell did I just read?.
Archive | SS 2017
Archive | SS 2017
Green is a soothing color, isnât it?
When I was a kid I always felt curious about the idea of âwhatâs next?â To be more specific: about how is the world going to look like when Iâm not longer part of it. But donât get me wrong, I wasnât thinking of it in a sad way. I was thinking more about the things I was going to miss out. It was just a little concern that started to grow since a very young age. And I say âstarted to growâ because the whole thing upgraded to a whole new perspective of life conforming the years passed. Especially when I was 12, I read my first âmajor classic bookâ and then the concern wasnât little anymore. The book: Faust, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. That shit was lit. Anyways, that book opened a door to many questions: about life, about time, about how the fuck do I know Iâm taking the right decisions to make it all worth. Because I didnât believed (and I donât believe) in something like the devil, so who was I going suppose to make a deal if I wanted a second chance to do it all again? Iâm not Faust, and there is not a second chance in life. We have only one opportunity, and we can do whatever we want of it⊠and also youâll never know how the world is going to look like after you are gone, so try not to think too much about it. Now, this part of the caption has nothing to do with the picture⊠maybe. So letâs get to the point: When I got to that conclusion, the thought about âwhatâs next?â turned into âhow would anyone from the future know that I was here?â and thatâs why I thought that a movie called âHenry Poole Is Hereâ was pretty good and certainly pretty accurate by then. In the movie, the main character (Henry) wrote âHenry Pool was hereâ on the walls to leave an evidence of his existence⊠And yes, after so many years I've decided to do the same⊠or something like that. I've decided to take a random feeling and put it into random words, and then I would write it on a random place. Maybe someone from the future will see it.
Archive | SS 2017
B&W (at Caracas)
Serendipia | Que agradable haber encontrado este dibujo un dĂa como hoy. Como dije aquella vez: es un dibujo hecho por una persona muy bonita a quien quiero mucho, de una persona a quien quiero mucho de una forma muy bonita.
El Silencio | Para los que no lo saben, este es el nombre de esta zona del centro de Caracas. A algunos les parecerĂĄ profundo, a otros les parecerĂĄ cualquier cosa porque hay zonas en Venezuela con nombres mĂĄs interesantes/raros... A mi la verdad me hace gracia este nombre, pero eso es por la historia que me ha contado un taxista de esos con autos viejos de los que combinan con el aspecto de Ă©poca de todo el lugar. Para los que han venido, habrĂĄn notado que todo la zona de "Los Bloques del Silencio" consta de edificios con residencias en la parte superior, y locales en la planta baja. Incluso, si uno camina por esas calles, notarĂĄn que hay locales que son subterrĂĄneos y solo la entrada estĂĄ al nivel de la acerca. En fin, la historia que me ha contado el taxista - que ha estado trabajando en esa parada desde que llegĂł a Caracas y con el mismo auto - dice que en esta zona solo habĂan burdeles. En aquella Ă©poca, era como un secreto a todas voces. Los hombres salĂan de los locales en la madrugada luego de sus aventuras clandestinas y, si se encontraban a alguien, solo se debĂa guardar silencio. TambiĂ©n hay otra historia que dice que, el nombre de El Silencio, se originĂł luego de una epidemia que causĂł la muerte a todos los habitantes de esa zona. No sĂ© cuĂĄl es es la verdadera historia, si la saben me la cuentan. Lo que si sĂ© es que el arquitecto encargado ha sido Villanueva (arquitecto de mi querida UCV). (at Caracas)
Un buen escape...