A blind man was riding an unheated train
A blind man was riding an unheated train,
From Bryansk he was traveling home with his fate.
Fate whispered to him so the whole car could hear:
And why should you care about blindness and war?
It’s good, she was saying, you’re sightless and poor.
If you were not blind, you’d never survive.
The…
Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation’s heart, the excision of its memory. The nation ceases to be mindful of itself, it is deprived of its spiritual unity, and despite a supposedly common language, compatriots suddenly cease to understand one another.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (via blogut)
Mi madre me contó que yo lloré en su vientre.
A ella le dijeron: tendrá suerte.
Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida
al oído, despacio, lentamente.
Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive!
Era la muerte.
Jaime Sabines “Del mito”
Yo había comprendido hace muchos años que no hay cosa en el mundo que no sea germen de un Infierno posible; un rostro, una palabra, una brújula, un aviso de cigarrillos, podrían enloquecer a una persona, si ésta no lograra olvidarlos.
Jorge Luis Borges ‘Deutsches Requiem’
One man’s Muse is another man’s Medusa.
伯格曼评论安东尼奥尼的缪斯女神Monica Vitti“演技很糟”
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ELLIOTT ERWITT
Paris, 1989
Night of the Living Dead, 1968 - (Full Movie HD)
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