Las personas tenían solamente un libro, y nada más, ni televisión ni otras diversiones, así que leían muy cuidadosamente varias veces el mismo libro. El número de lectores era alto, y muy atento. Era la única fuente de conocimiento sobre el mundo. Usted tiene que entender esto en la tradición literaria rusa, y los rusos son grandes lectores, es también la tradición oriental de aprender de memoria, tanto poesía como prosa. Ésta es la relación más íntima entre la literatura y sus lectores: ellos tratan el texto como una parte de ellos mismos, como una posesión.
Ryszard Kapuscinski.
cfr. La última escena de Fahrenheit 451 (Truffaut, 1966).
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Nick,
¿Cómo estás?
Paso a saludar.
nicolas, te hago una cordial y atenta invitación a colaborar con un proyectito que tengo de un corto, tenemos la idea, y creemos que hay un personaje el cual te queda a la medida, no tendrías que esforzarte nada, bueno si te interesa, contactame.
First with your hands and then with your mouth
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
You took off your clothes, left on the light
You stood there so brave
You used to be shy
Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom
Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach
That weatherman is a liar
He said it would be raining but it is clear and blue as far as I can see
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed,
on a cartoon cat pad she scratched with a pen,
"Everything is as it's always been.
This never happened.
Don't take it too bad it is nothing you did.
It's just once something dies you can't make it live.
You are a beautiful boy.
You're a sweet little kid but I am a woman."
So I laid back down and wrapped myself up in the sheet
And I must have looked like a ghost because something frightened me
and since then I've been so good at vanishing
Now I do as I please and lie through my teeth
Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me
I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free...
and a little bit empty
No, it isn't so hard to get close to me
There will be no arguments
We will always agree
And I'll try and be kind when I ask you to leave
We'll both take it easy
But if you stay too long inside my memory,
I will trap you in a song tied to a melody
and I will keep you there so you can't bother me
Amor, amor...
amor al libro.
Sin lecturas políticas.
Saludos.
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