Nezahualcóyotl, poema

Niqitoa ni Nezahualcoyotl:
¿Cuix oc nelli nemohua in tlalticpac?
An nochipa tlalticpac:
zan achica ya nican.
Tel ca chalchihuitl no xamani,
no teocuitlatl in tlapani,
no quetzalli poztequi.
An nochipa tlalticpac:
zan achica ye nican


The therapist, burnt

There is strength in needing other

Leonard Cohen, Hallelujah

They said there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
You don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lifts
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the

You said I took the name in vain
But I didn’t even know the name
And if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter what you heard
The broken or the holy Hallelujah

But baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you
But remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah


Christopher, The curious incident of the dog in the Night time

​And I know I can do this because I went to London on my own, and because I solved the mystery of Who Killed Wellington? and I found my mother and I was brave and I wrote a book and that means I can do anything.

Agrado, Todo sobre mi madre 

​Una es más auténtica cuanto más se parece a lo que ha soñado de sí misma.

Henry David Thoreau, DPS

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”

Occam’s razor 

Numquam ponenda est pluralitas sine necessitate

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