A FEW GIRLS DO THAT IN THE DARK
Bésense in mouth, lesbian
Baudelaire, Ardans , feed
or not by touching their hair blond, long, long bone
joyful
Vivans to each other in the sheet
perverse
and golden and vice
laugh snakes in
Enchantment flexible, total
plague raining everywhere from one coast to another
Species, torrential semen
blind in his mortuary hail
gloomy
East to West,
judging by the sound and fury of the show
.
thus misleading
maidens húndanse, acéitense
crazy high to low, play
to it, open up the abyss, lock the cams
as two large orchid
diastole and systole of the same mirror. Yours
will say they loved the crack.
Nobody is going to talk about beauty. GR
ON SABATO
The worst agony for a creator of forgetting is unfair, ninguneo. And our society will not save you quite ill this ingratitude.
His character often conflicting and arbitrary was etched on his forehead wrinkles. Argentina will hurt, it hurt the world and lived with the obvious lack of intensity every generation have solutions.
tried greatness in times of Argentina, in all its creative expressions, no doubt a country of first order.
His background is impressive: Marxist thought, the existential philosophy, humanism of Camus and Sartre, the specific scientific expertise in studying in France, where as physical approaches to nuclear knowledge.
But at the same time, the devil libertarian literary creation as epistemological rationalism and away from him to choose, with the young Matilda, his wife, a bucolic retreat into a shack in Cordoba to create the foundations of literature : Essays One and the Universe, Men and gear, Heterodoxy and many others.
But understand that the novel (the great novel in the sense of the Russian masters Dostoevsky, Tolstoy or German Mann Hesse, or Proust and Joyce) are the way of a total vision of man and life, a Weltanschauung.
Perhaps the most intense moment of love and creation he lives on his ranch with Matilde Cordoba, where he planned and wrote his major work, On Heroes and Tombs. It proposed a total vision of Argentina, from its history (evoked in the tragic character of Lavalle with the prose poem, the elegy, his death and the crossing of the plateau led by the faithful). Draw social styles, congratulations, colorful characters, evil of quality, and despair of young people to a world of wrong answers. The period coincides with the fall of Peronism.
Sabato manages to write a book that had international repercussions Argentina wide. Along with Borges and Cortazar, took the trio of literary fame in Argentina.
Vain, ironic, conflicted, attentive to the young, independent in politics, a renegade of Marxism totalitarian (including Castro's Cuba). Steadfastly anti-Peronist, her figure was that of a liberal anarchist, an anarchist critical.
preferred to express how to express themselves. As Abaddon, the Exterminator, 1984, attempted to progress in the occult and the bankruptcies of Western spirituality.
was rewarded, praised, guest, but in the last two decades, unjustly neglected, it gave her a sort of perverse silence as if he had lived longer than their enemies considered appropriate.
At a time of emergence of the great Latin American literature (Rulfo, Guimaraes Rosa, Borges, Lezama Lima, Garcia Marquez, Jose Maria Arguedas) Sabato literary language was very intense, but perhaps less aesthetic creativity.
With their mistakes, their vanity, their commitment, their willingness to Argentina, their faith in literary knowledge, Sabato is a big personality who devoted his life to search and lows light shade.
refused to accept the idea of \u200b\u200ba maze with no exit.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
How To Tie An Amy Winehouse Headscarf
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André Breton (Tinchebray, France, 1896 - Paris, 1966)
Let it ALL
Let Dada.
Leave your wife, leave your lover.
Leave your hopes and fears.
Abandon your child in the woods.
Release the bird in the hand by the hundred that are flying. Stop if necessary
a comfortable life, what is presented as a situation in future.
Go for the roads.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Natural Breast Milani

GUAVAS
Punctual arrivals
fruit of guavas
ghost came
Sticking it in a box, tied with steel wire
for the return trip is not unrealistic
the wet play some violent footprint
bring the hungry bite the other side.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Homecoming Dress Big Boobs
a couple of weeks ago I won the lottery Jenny! On Friday came the postman but among my mother's pie and did not hear the doorbell and I was at the gigs, I had to get up on Saturday running to go look at the post office.
addition to the palette that dodged Deborah sent me a keychain of a stuffed bear and a card too pussy to Hello Kitty. Thank you very much! Keychain I'm still doubting whether to put the keys or leave ornaments, I do not want to spoil. By the way, Jenny do not you write these days para agradecertelo y avisarte que ya me había llegado, es que no estoy escribiendo a nadie porque llevo unos días...raros, por llamarlo de alguna de manera. Pero que muchas gracias por todo, de verdad!
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Que desastre soy que todos los días cuando llego a casa pienso en actualizar y con la alergia y la depre "post corte de pelo"(sí, todavía me dura, solo me atreví a soltar el pelo el sábado) todos los días me meto en blogger y os leo pero la verdad que no tengo ganas de escribir y para comentar en plan soso...Además tengo una crisis de ropa porque para currar últimamente me veo como una paisana...
Bueno I will make the entry he had thought last week when I showed the Ikea shopping
As I told you I bought some at Ikea perchitas 4'95 organizers in the unit. In a foulards and hung the belt and kept another one in each cabinet (yes, actually I have 2 mini cabinets ...) and the truth is they are a useful way of organizing things, it also does not take almost closet space because I clothing presses and ready, as are a hanger is very easy to take take what they find and re-save it, not as I had before in a drawer ...
Sunday, April 10, 2011
What Type Of Dr. Performs Arterial Biopsy?
never ceases to publish and write. Are published these days in Spain two books by Enrique Vila-Matas: an anthology of short stories (is there this?), And second, a short story. Here Babelia note:
two books are published by Enrique Vila-Matas, two anthologies of short novels and stories. It's called the first In a Lonely Place. Narrative 1973 - 1984 and the second Chet Baker thinks of his art. Selected Stories. The importance of these books is twofold. On the one hand allows back to his early novels, a decade of full-scale preparation of future narrative maturity. We are also given the opportunity to reread their stories (I reread 'The son of swing', great mix of melodrama and Kafka, and I could not stop laughing). But in addition, each of these books has an unpublished text. For short stories, the author writes one as a prologue. It is an autobiographical text where we entered relevant aspects of the biography of Vila-Matas, I would say the young Vila-Matas, plus some purely literary considerations that help to understand the genesis of his narrative production. In the second book is a story 'Chet Baker thinks of his art', written in first person and in which the narrator air your methodological concerns: the voice of a critic who looks in the dense jungle of his own literary theories idea of \u200b\u200bliterature.
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Cioran, that compass, that oracle of the twentieth century. A century Emil meet nowadays. DNA in culture discusses the secret love of Romanian philosopher:
Many of those who frequented it did not even know. Later, we heard rumors and one day someone told us that he had a companion for many years, but who lived a life quite independent.
We never saw her in the tours we did on the streets of the Odéon and he never talked about it. His image of incorrigible ascetic, solitary, skeptical, stateless until the end of his life, iconoclastic and ironic to all the provisions leave no room for a woman who shared his attic full of books and papers, although one of the two chambres de bonnes, who was his "living" and where he received the visits, had a double bed ... ("The State of Loneliness is my religion," he always shown).
However, she was. And these lines are a tribute to the woman, a little enigmatic, invisible to our eyes, which, occupying second place over 50 years, accompanied Cioran in his tormented existence.
They met when she was a student and he already had 30 years in the dining room of a university, where he first saw and hit him in line to talk and, incidentally, we assume, to win a privileged place in the long wait.
His name was Simone Boué, she taught English different schools of France and was the person who, with patience and a remarkable approach, machine passed all the writings of Cioran.
When, recently, it was learned that two years after the death of Cioran (occurred in 1985), Simone's body was found dead under a cliff, in Vendée, where he spent his holidays, probably after drowning at sea, the impact was so great that we decided to investigate something about this woman so important to him and so hidden, so shrouded in shadows, and his life was over, a strange way.
But how do you start? Resort in this case a second woman, who is Simone but, through its publications, is much more explicit than her and who appeared in the last years of life Cioran (ie, early 80). The person in question in Germany has just published a book about their relationship, which was translated into several languages. She called Friedgard Thoma, is German, and the book is titled A Love Cioran. For all the world. She teaches philosophy and, according to his story and his extensive correspondence discloses between the teacher and she was the love of Cioran in the fall of the philosopher's life. It was by then a young woman in her thirties with a son and he was over seventy when they met and struck up a close relationship, according to the disclosure by it through its history and letters.
addition to the chronicle of those early and passionate encounters and feelings (especially those of Cioran), there are descriptions and interesting comments by the author on situations and people, including quite a few references to Simone Boué, the faithful Cioran's companion. Once the first fire of passion subsided, Friedgard Thoma came to know personally to Simone, the summer home that she shared with her former husband in the Italian-Swiss Soglio. "Simone was a beautiful, tanned, high sixties, elegant, very warm brown eyes, "writes the German on the first impressions that caused his" rival. "
since been established a bond of sympathy between the two women, which made the Friedgard relationship with Cioran was changing dramatically, to become more space, more temperate and tended to become a loving friendship rather than the passionate relationship that had been at first.
Since then, every time the German going to the City of Light, passed through the rue de l'Odéon. And what has this: "Every time I visited them in Paris, Simone just had to prepare herring, salmon, all kinds of vegetables, desserts, fine wines, etc., Which should give you a lot of work [...]. Simone was always the same interlocutor charming, intelligent, well read, with lots of humor (always speaking for or against Cioran), with a remarkable sensitivity to music, literature and other physical and spiritual pleasures.
Following the death of Simone, in 1987, Fernando Savater wrote in the daily El Pais:
Simone Boué, a professor at the Lyceum and EM Cioran's companion for 50 years, died drowned in a French beach last summer. Stendhal said:
"It takes at least ten lines in French to praise a woman gently." I need to do more in English Simone justice fairly in this farewell. He was intelligent, lively, wry, discreet. Above all was elegance itself, the embodiment of the chic Parisian catwalks that can be passed and not wasting money is acquired. She had to be enough was enough, because they were poor, with a handkerchief, a simple blouse with a flower move. In the tiny house in the rue de l'Odéon everything was perfect and humble, as painted by Vermeer.
For Philippe Sollers, Simone Boué was compagne lumineuse (the companion light ") of the philosopher.
After the death of Cioran, in those two years of life remaining, Simone Boué made a painstaking task, step by machine (an electric typewriter this time!) And he published numerous Cahiers ( 1957-1972) who had been on the desk of Romanian-French thinker, with a preface by her, and donated the manuscripts to the Library Doucet.
She was a kind of Max Brod, because on many of the books that she never had been (since, except for a maid, no one could enter the workplace with him), Cioran had written: "To destroy." When asked how she was to pass the contents of these books, he replied: "It was a way for me to continue being with Cioran."
SavaterThat concludes the text published in El País:
the end, when Cioran was losing his head (we know the sadness of their Alzheimer's), she completed the sentence without noticing the babble, and had two roles, the censor bitter and kind reply. The last saw in June in the first anniversary of the death of Cioran. Then we said goodbye and was forever.
At the request of Marie-France Ionesco, whose father was a close friend of Cioran, Simone Boué granted a single interview he gave to Norbert Dodille. One reads that Cioran met at the Home International Students boulevard Saint-Michel on 18 November 1942, Simone's birthday. He was 31 and she 23.
After France and other countries toured by bicycle, or walking for miles. Simone was sent to different destinations (Mulhouse, Orleans, Fenelon, Versailles) to teach English. Cioran would sometimes see other was she who made a visit to Paris. After the school assigned Montaigne, for which I simply had to cross the Luxembourg Gardens.
"All the transcribed texts I Cioran" he says. At that did have merit. Typographical errors drove him crazy. " Norbert
Dodille stresses that she kept discretion about his private life, about themselves and their relationships with Cioran and Simone says: "I was wild and shy [...]. He never spoke to me. [. ..] And I did not, for anything in the world would have I talked to his family. [...] On the other hand, we had separate lives, very different. I was the teacher, he returned home did not speak to anything that happened in high school anyway because I know I have not interested. "
When the interviewer shows you surprised to learn that parents Simone knew nothing of Cioran, she answers: "No, I was not going to say anything, what say?, I know someone who is stateless, which has no profession, no money. For more open than they were in spirit, my parents had not ever admitted. "So, I never knew, never saw it.
Thanks to this great story is known to Cioran never flew in an airplane, which was very fearful with his health, he always had problems with their ears, they feared the air currents, their diet was very strict due to gastritis , which almost did not sleep at night, wandering through the city, which was happy, anxious, very good storyteller, but he was unsuccessful, which twice rejected invitations Mitterrand, who was fascinated by the English literature and learned English reading Shakespeare and Shelley, who was anxious to read what young people in paperback and which, according to Simone Boué, died without knowing I was a renowned intellectual. Not watching television because "I wanted to walk in the Luxembourg and to be left in peace." It appears that, in general, in the street when someone asked if it was Cioran, he replied: "No". And later, when the disease had affected his memory and, if asked: "Are you Cioran?", He replied: "I was."
In a small shelter that had been bought at Dieppe, "Cioran was perfectly happy, pruning trees, repairing walls. I loved working with his hands. For him, the garden was happiness." In the same article speaks of his close friendship with taciturn Beckett who, in their last meeting in Luxembourg, said: "We have to meet again before the final curtain" of his good and close links with Ionesco, who lived afflicted (which moved much Cioran) of passionate talks with Michaux.
As they came to be regarded-in form-the best of French writer, Simone says, "I often think that Cioran taught me French. In any case, made me aware of what is my own language. "
In June 1995, after accompanying a Romanian friend who had gone to the hospital, and closed the car door behind him, Simone Boué stood alone for a while and began to mourn. "And then I returned to the room Cioran, who was lying. I can not say what happened, no word was spoken. I looked, he looked at me and I read things in his eyes that he could not read in a long time. "
The September 11, 1997 Simone Boué died where he was born in Vendée, embraced and swallowed by the waters of the Atlantic, and delivered a wave of eternity. Strange coincidence between the beginning and end.
Following this decline, we recall that time that we laugh with the teacher because he lived recommending suicide and critics asked why, then, committed suicide. "No, we are not," he said, people get confused. I do not recommend suicide. What I am saying is that life is tolerable only because the idea of \u200b\u200bsuicide. "
Simone Boué Is suicide in the Vendee, their place of origin, or was it an accident? Ignore it and maybe ignore it forever. In this way the mystery of death follows us still alive and disturbing and provocative. We only know that the remains of both were reunited two years later in the same grave in the cemetery of Montparnasse.
SIMONE TRAVEL PARTNER IN CYCLINGSimone Boué was born in Vendée, 18 November 1919. He studied at the University of Poitiers. In 1940-and thanks to a scholarship, went to Paris to prepare an English teacher, after obtaining a degree in Philology.
In Paris, Simone was installed in a Home International Students and the chair of that institution met Emile Cioran in 1942. By then, he still written in Romanian. With rotting Breviary (1947), he decided to finally topple the French. Simone
was received as a teacher in 1945, after the war, and was named in a school in Mulhouse (Alsace). For that reason, I spent much time traveling to Paris by train. Paths were twelve hours, and that the Allies had bombed the viaduct of Nogent and so there was a big detour on the road. Boué
spent his first Christmas in Paris with Cioran and then the two went to Alsace by bike. The following year was appointed professor at Orleans, and in 1947, male high school Hoche in Versailles.
When I went to Paris, lived with the little Majory Cioran, a cheap hotel cheap. There he rented a room at his side, to give her own address. Like Cioran, suffered from insomnia.
Later, he was sent as a teacher Michelet, where I had to give 13 hours, and must also travel a lot. He then worked at the Lycée Fénelon and finally got the high school named in the Montaigne in Paris, near the Luxembourg Gardens, where he was walking.
Every so often, she traveled to Vendée to see his parents. At that time moved to the street from Odeon, the famous attic, on the sixth floor with no elevator, which paid a very cheap rent. They lived together until the end of both.
With Cioran traveled to Spain, Italy and England, mostly by bicycle. Traveled alone to America when, in 1951, won a Fulbright scholarship.
accompanied Cioran in his illness until his death in 1995. With dedication read, became prefaced machine and more than 30 books he found on the desk of Cioran after his disappearance. Delivered to the publisher L'Herne, who published under the title of Cahiers.
finally met Simone Boué death, drowned in the sea of \u200b\u200bVendée, 11 September 1997.
Friday, April 8, 2011
What Should I Get Max For His Birthday
's finally Friday! and thank goodness because the burden of this week .... between allergy, heat, gigs and everything has made me very long the semana.Además that I still have the trauma of my "haircut" (not court can call without quotes as my hair ... my real hair ended up in a garbage bag) I still could not bring myself to wear my hair down all week, to see if tomorrow I see alder more ... Sorry I did not go far for blogs and not answer the comments, I'm pretty easygoing recently took a few days all I feel like when I get home is to lay in bed. Will I have a severe case of spring fatigue ... it is that gives me fix up laziness to go to Curran. (Yes, we spend some "good appearance" by the lower back anyway ....) I can not make up a lot because I can not stop me blow my nose and itchy eyes (go box) I'm going
to teach a wide variety compritas.
Last week I took a mini shopping at H & M, 4 little things for nothing.
Hello Kitty Colony-3'95. The thing is that every time I go back for more just are ideal for bag, do not last long, but come in handy to cool or when you notice a smell around you weird XD-1'95
wet wipes. Smell very well, usually in my bag the alcohol of a brand that always buy in the supermarket but now do not have to say that only when the flu brought A. They are right, the only concern was the germ of influenza A virus, that we are going to disinfect hands when we touch something we doubt cleaning. Mask
chocolate-1'95. Again to keep in reserve, I love it, smells like dark chocolate and I think I'll end up buying a few in case the retiring (give me something)
T-9.95. Needed a base for the gigs to have a little pinch and I found it really cute with those laces without leaving basic adds a touch to avoid being boring. Had in many colors: black, white, beige, light pink, dark pink, blue ... for this price as I'll get some more. I bought the S because I prefer Pegaditas case is then given him, also coming a bit wide and they're stretching cloth ...
The weekend also went to Ikea and bought a few things to decorate Room:
Potpourri Flower-1'95 I had one in a glass vase but no smell or anything, I thought that this was not the same color that I had because I wanted to change. ... Yes it is, I bought exactly the same
2'50 Photo Frames-two units. I love these frames, I have a few in the room, all in black because all the frames I have in the room is black. Carpet-11'95
seems pink is actually fluorescent but as magenta and detached to match the duvet cover. And to hang
foulards (tissues, noses, that hobby of using foreign words to be glamorous as if we had one for the same in English) and belts I bought 2 of these perchitas to 4'95 each. At first I was just so fixed, the carpet and a lamp that I found.
The image I took from google because mine is already occupied. I will show tomorrow, so I have something to say XD
It cost 9 euros
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Travesti Movel Best Free
I just realized I was not doing anything special happened hahaha. I just wanted to thank you for being there for my 86 followers and follow me ... I feel entry after entry sometimes go days prior to missing when a daily entry, I'm trying to organize everything I have pending, I have my room and the bathroom as a disaster area trying to take things that do not use and I have to do a little each day to reach the gigs and the weekend before heading out there, I have yet to make a lot of things (including body and paint lol I'm leaving aside beauty sessions to see if I finish with all this mess).
This weekend I did one thing that was outstanding was go to the hairdresser 'to tell "a little" hair because I was quite spoiled, but as always in the hairdressers do not understand the measures. He hair with the peak almost to her waist, now I come around 10cm below the shoulders. Needless to say, I said I will weather what they wanted but the layer had to be longer than 2 or 3 fingers shorter spans ... Well 2 was my aunt. And to top it looked like I combed Rocío Jurado, well what I came for a couple of hours ago because it appeared that he had gone to the hairdresser ', if I had just lifted. Come on, I have all week wearing her hair up because I see it, I became very rare layers, to cut both layers should have put up even shorter, even made the cut right. And I'm not worth it to "grow hair" that you have his hair long and mid-back, you will understand. I have 2 years (since the last sheared I did) the minimum cutting hair, masks casting, casting time to wash, detangle and care, and 2 tijeratazos those hours that are very full days have been to take down .. . because when I did the hairdressing course taught me not to do self-haircuts?
The big thing is that the aunt insisted they were only the tip and the pile of hair on the floor was of the layers (in addition to charge me an arm and a leg) ... I have to get used to that remedy, but go the hairdressing to let you "cute" and leave feeling a orangutan ... as no. And above all I will not return to that site, if I had enough with the "combing Empress Sissi" when I was a wedding, I had to go ... Moving on
have given me 2 new awards:
On behalf of crazy fashion http://nikkymoda.blogspot.com/ is a heaven! I love his blog with his compritas and things everyday! thanks for the beautiful award!
And this from http://vivenciasveinteanera.blogspot.com/ Naxlya of another blog you what you can not lose! besides our beloved potions, also addresses current issues and we do thinking. Thanks for remembering me!
I have to tell 7 things about me ... and I can count on and who do not know?
- XD I do not like my hair cut because I always cut more (yes, my hair takes a lot of my mind)
- These days I am obsessed with junk food, especially since I have set a limit after the weigh myself Saturday on a scale of Ikea hidden from the employees (yes, I know, I'm not normal, in my house because my mother is scale threw, he said he weighed more ... Ya. Will weighed chocolate muffins )
- On Saturday I saw a movie that included among the bad / horrible I've seen. Got me saying he was good looking, he was a few guys in the mountains ... now. And a psychopath who is dedicated to killing them in ridiculous plan (hunting with traps and all) and grimoso, I thought I would pass something bad to get into a closed mountain road, but in real plan, I had no idea it was of mass killings for no reason (a genre that gives me the creeps and forget it asquillo ).... The only good thing was the scenery ... I do not know the title, I will when I know, but I think it was French.
- top of my bedside table I have 3 books to read and only one I'm reading. The others have long abandoned
- last month went fuerte y mi gasto en maquillaje se redujo a una visita a Kiko (que barata no salió,no)
- Alguien de mi entorno se ha hecho mi seguidor XDDD
- Cada vez me cuesta poner cosas de mí que no sean chorradas jajaja, es que si no me repito
Los dos premios se los doy a todo el mundo que no los tenga, porque he mirado y casi todo el mundo los tiene...así que sentiros libres de llevaroslos.
También quería contaros que he ganado mi primer sorteo! en el blog de Jenny
http://jenniferglamurousblog.blogspot.com/ Gracias por organizar el sorteo!
Y creo que ya está todo lo que os quería count: psychosis with the order, hair shaved, prize draw ...
Tomorrow or tonight I will show some mini shopping H & M and as I'm organizing some things from Ikea. This dismissal
me boiling hot over 25 degrees (or so it seems) and boots and clothes .... halftime at 9 am not into such heat!
A big kiss to all!