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April 2009 Archives

Incomunicated

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El vecino noruego al que le robaba conexión wifi se ha marchado esta mañana. Así que no tengo Internet. Estoy completamente incomunicada. Quizás sea mejor porque me concentro más en los estudios.

Bah, nah. ¡Yo quiero Internet! Es horrible no tener una conexión. Ahora cualquier cosa gira en torno a esta herramienta.

Menos mal que para distraerme de las matemáticas tengo libros o películas... ¡Qué haría yo sin Monty Python!

¿Por qué no dejo de soñar que Tiramisú (mi gata) se muere? Es horrible. Me despierto llorando y todo. Menos mal que luego ella viene y se acurruca contra mí.
Y no sólo es Tiramisú. Últimamente sueño que todo el mundo muere. Ya tuve este sueño hace dos años o así. ¿Por qué cojones vuelve ahora?

Me dicen que debería de ir a un psicólogo... Yo no creo que eso vaya a cambiar algo. Los sueños no significan nada, pero no por ello no son molestos. ¿A quién le gusta soñar que su animal de compañía se muere? ¿O sus amigos? Es desagradable.

En fin. Feliz día del libro a todos (fue el jueves). Yo he recibido Watchmen, el cómic. Y otro que tengo que elegirlo con él el dos de mayo. 

Esta tarde/noche voy al cine a ver State of Play (La sombra del poder). Ya os contaré qué tal.

Sound Of Silence

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Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

Beautiful song, isn't?

Thanks, IT Crowd!

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- Allo?

- Oui, c'est moi. J'ai une problème avec mon ordinateur. Photoshop no marche pas.

- Have you tried turning it off and on again?

- Tu blague?

- Non. Avec Windows ça marche comme ça.

- Bon, je te r'appelle.

[Five minutes later]

- Allo?

- Ça marche! Merci IT Crowd!

Welcome To The Machine

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I'm just like a lost soul, swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Leela

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Me voy a tintar el pelo lila. El martes.

Planes

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Planes de planear algo, no de aviones en inglés.

Tengo vacaciones a partir del miércoles y quiero ir a Madrid. ¿Podré ir?

Me está esperando alguien y es bastante obvio que hay ganas de vernos. Es curioso lo que hace Internet. Crea conexiones intensas. O menos intensa pero esta es intensa y no soporto más tiempo esperando.

Si no puedes venir tú a mí, iré yo a ti :P

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