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Escritores suicidas

noviembre 16, 2015 Deja un comentario

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Creo que el único que conocía era a Hemingway, aunque no sabía que se había suicidado -que ignorante- cada uno habrá tenido sus razones para poder ser valientes y tomar esa gran decisión.

Escritores suicidas

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El arma asesina

«Te colocas el arma asesina entre los dientes , pero no le concedes el poder de matarte.» – Augustus Waters

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Unos más a la colección

Unos más a la colección

Primera vez que compro en Gandhi y no me arrepiento de ello, fueron en total 393 pesitos por todas esas hermosuras. Unos libros ya han sido leídos (La Busqueda y El Principio del Placer) y otros todavía no.

Al que le tengo más ganas es a «El Llano en Llamas», ese ya me lo quiero aventar ASAP!!!

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House + Cancer + Literature

Checking 9gag.tv I found this trailer that is about a girl who got cancer, I watched it and I totally fell in love with the movie. The movie and the book are called «The Fault in Our a Stars» and I think I will purchase the book ASAP, because it reminds me about Dr. House, cancer and one of the things that I love the most, which is reading.

Does anyone has the book?

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What a novel

Hamlet (poison sword), Polonius (stabbed), Claudius (forced to drink poison), Laertes (poison sword), Gertrude (poison), Ophelia (Drowns), Rosencrantz and Guildenstern die off stage.

The novel is totally amazing, I never thought a play would catch my whole attention

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Cruelty

I must be cruel only to be kind

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Wuthering Heights

You once told me that love would only bring me grief and pain and suffering…

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Errada estuviste

Te leía a Boccaccio aunque preferiste a Coelho…

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1+1=1

A long, long time ago, there was this black and peculiar sparrow called Canaoa. He was as black as a tremendously somber ebony and it was due to the heredity of his African parents. This little bird used to live very happy in his enormous house in Morocco until he met this gorgeous pigeon called Naea; an extremely white bird with small wings but huge grace. He met her at the shore of the Baht River, she was flapping her wings looking for a mate and Canaoa was simply having fun flying, from here to there when he saw her. He was so amazed by Naea’s beauty that he decided to alight over an awful reed to appreciate her amazing beauty. Canaoa had never ever seen such beautiful dance in the air, so he became interested and he approached her and began to utter. She did not understand at all what he was bidding, but she felt something very deep in her heart; something magical, something mystical, something that cannot be explained. Canaoa was uttering plenty of things and he reckoned he should go away though his thoughts were understood by Naea. It was love at first sight, but there were some issues; the different languages that they spoke, and the historical quarrels and conflicts that these two families had gone throughout centuries. They did not mind these cruel situations and so they started to hang out with all the required caution in the world because they did not want to get caught. Time flew by and they got engaged, ad interim the relationship was sublime for them, they did not have any “major” problems until the doves spread gossip about to both families. Naea’s family placed Naea in a cage before having the pleasure of seeing the glare of the sun while Canaoa’s family expelled him to the bleak northeast. He had always been as hard as nails, but something that he could not deal with was the absence of his dazzling mate. His thoughts about her were unclear and frustrating, so he resigned from his beloved and committed himself to slumber in the most unreachable frozen craggy Siberian Mountain. He decided to go there because he did not want to be found and be cataloged as some scum who did not fight for his soul mate…

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