Tuesday, 23 December 2008

Season's Greetings

Dear non-existent readers of this blog (and Amalia),

Wish you the best this Christmas, I hope none of you are lonely.

Your friend,


Monday, 22 December 2008

Quoting Guns 'n' Roses

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you?

Saturday, 20 December 2008


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Sent: Sunday, December 14, 2008 1:45 AM
Subject: everyone would say what they want to
I wish for one day everyone would say exactly what someone else needed to hear.

Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Have I seen you before?

"Everything she saw around her was so beautiful and so alive that Sophie had to rub her eyes to really believe it. But nothing she was looking at now would last. And yet- in a hundred years the same flowers and the same animals would be here again. Even if every single flower and every single animal should fade away and be forgotten, there would be something that "recollected" how it all looked.
Sophie gazed out into the world. Suddenly a squirrel ran up the trunk of a pine tree. It circled the trunk a few times and disappeared into the branches.
"I've seen you before!" thought Sophie. She realized that maybe it was not the same squirrel that she had seen previously, but that she had seen the same "form." For all she knew, Plato could have been right. Maybe she really had seen the eternal "squirrel" before- in the world of ideas, before her soul had taken residence in a human body.
Could it be true that she had lived before? Had her soul existed before it got in a body to move around in? And was it really true that she carried a little golden nugget inside her- a jewel that cannot be corroded by time, a soul that would live on when her body grew old and died?"
-Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World

Wednesday, 3 December 2008


A young kid sings ' We Are the World' -tries to at least- on the bus which I'm on with that pesky little kid I have to tutor four times a week (every afternoon except Thursday, from 5:30 to 6:30) (in practise, 'til 7:00, plus the 40 minute trip back).
Boy: Mira, mamá, casi me lo aprendo entero.
(Through the corner of my eye I see he has a sheet with what I imagine are lyrics.)

Send them your heart /So they'll know that someone cares /And their lives will be stronger and free /As God has shown us by turning stone to bread /So we all must lend a helping hand. In choppy English.

Mother: Pués si que lo escriben distinto a como lo pronuncian.

When you're down and out /There seems no hope at all /But if you just believe /There's no way we can fall /Well, well, well, well, let us realize /That a change will only come /When we stand together as one

Somewhere somebody laughs.