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Flores−Zúñiga LC_2020: Pedagogía en Lengua Castellana y Comunicación.
Somos interlocutoras válidas, dispuestas a hacer lo necesario para ser escuchadas, nefelibatas que de forma sincrónica se acomplejan por la exposición que esto trae consigo. Desafiándonos a diario, cuestionando intrínsecamente la verdad de las cosas, soñando con conseguir quebrar el vaivén de preguntas que pertuban la vigilia de nuestras noches.
Se anuncia el cierre definitivo de las bibliotecas −por desconocida razón−, cada persona tiene la posibilidad de ir a retirar un libro antes del cierre. ¿Qué libro elegirías y por qué? Solo puede ser uno y no tienes mucho tiempo para pensarlo.
"Escrito en el agua" de Paula Hawkins. Porque me hizo sentir lo indescriptible, por ejemplo, el cómo los recuerdos pueden apabullar el alma y consumir el presente.
"El lugar más bonito del mundo" de Ann Cameron. Porque me enseñó que a pesar de las adversidades que nos depara la vida, el afecto siempre nos transportará a los lugares más bonitos del mundo.
Link audio del blog
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26krEhpKyUM&ab_channel=JanineJansen-Topic
Es el momento de presentar la música que nos ha acompañado durante toda la creación del blog, es el Preludio I de Las Cinco Piezas para dos en violin y piano: obra maestra escrita en 2007 por Dmitri Shostakovich e interpretada por Itamar Golan, Janine Jansen, entre otros.
Fue elegida para ser la introducción del blog debido a que, a nuestro parecer prepara el ambiente, dando una sensación de incertidumbre frente a lo que se verá en las publicaciones, puesto que además de poner cuerpo y alma en el blog, fuimos excesivas y activas frente a la creación de este trabajo.
La abuela me miró pensativa: −El lugar más bonito del mundo puede ser cualquiera− me respondió. −¿Cualquiera?− repetí. − Cualquiera en el que puedas llevar la cabeza alta y en el que te puedas mostrar orgulloso de ti mismo. −Sí− asentí. Pero me quede pensando que allí donde hay alguien a quien se quiere muchísimo y donde hay alguien que nos quiere de veras, ése si que es el lugar más bonito del mundo.
Cameron, A. (2003) El lugar más bonito del mundo. [p. 74].
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Bruce spent most of his waking hours going over what information they had on the Stones they’d been able to examine. His own notes on both the Mind Stone and the Tesseract gave him something to compare when he did the same kinds of tests on the Soul Stone. When those sent into the Soul Stone neither communicated nor returned, Bruce continued his work.
The Other Guy remained quiet. It was almost a concern to Bruce. Almost.
He finally got to a point where he determined there was nothing more he could do outside the Soul Stone. There were a few arguments when he let the others know he was going. Beyond the fact he was one of the few brilliant people left there was the matter of his condition. The fact his system had the gamma radiation levels it did meant that Hank was unsure what kind of effect shrinking and gong into the Soul Stone would have on him. Bruce didn’t care and he made it clear that he wasn’t asking he was telling them he was going. He figured there were probably a few veins of green climbing up his neck because suddenly the discussion was over.
He packed for the trip shoving his research, spare clothes, some rations and a few other things into a messenger bag then grabbed a military grade field medic bag as well. If he found anyone inside they might be injured and some part of him was still a doctor. The journey into the stone was a bit like being drunk, he felt sympathy for the glass of water he had before he left.
Then he was falling. He had a momentary glimpse of the ground before he rolled over and used his body to protect the bags. The landing was softer than he expected but it still hurt. “You’re such an asshole,” he said painfully to his alter ego. He swore the bastard laughed.
“I’m just going to lay right here for a moment,” he said though he did look around. “It’s not that bad.” He paused for a moment. “I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”
When he finally got on his feet he was sore, but nothing seemed broken. “Is this some kind of micro universe inside the stone? Astrological events do emit gamma rays so that might explain some things,” he said to himself out loud.
“I knew you’d become a monster. Here you are. Monster inside and out ready to destroy the world like I knew you would.”
Bruce didn’t need to turn to the source of the voice to know who spoke. The voice alone was enough to make him shrink instinctively and feel like a terrified little kid. He backed away when he saw the man standing a few feet from him. “You- you- you can’t- you’re dead,” he said fear making it difficult to form words.
“You would know,” his father said. “After all you are the one that killed me. Told you that you’d go to Hell. Welcome, there are so many people here that want to greet you.”
Bruce couldn’t help it, he began running in a blind panic.
