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Now what?

had decided, today, in a rush to update the blog. When I came, I saw the brown template before, and I'm tired of it. So I began to look the other templates that are so funky yet so charged, and in the end I opted again for the target. Is not it more quiet? Anyway, here I am therefore the blog changed, and now I do not know how to update.

What decline, right? I mean, not that this has been a blog with daily entries. The month with more updates is 14. As a rule, do not spend five or six innings per month. But lately it is catching webs. And what of my moleskine. They spend months and months between a touchdown and another. Not be for lack of time. What is happening to me?

I miss writing. My brother reminded me the other day, unintentionally. But I think I lost my muse.

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Summer in Baden-Baden. Leonid Tsypkin. Translation: Victor Vladimirov and Ellen Grau. Seix Barral.

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the curiosity of Susan Sontag, and her condition insatiable reader, the pleasure that today we generated the work of Tsypkin. Writer discovered reaching into novel on the shelves of a bookshop in Charing Cross Road. It was a humble edit made by a group of migrants Russo; to Sontag not scared the first image, and instead moved its contents. Then began the discovery of a writer who had chosen to remain with zeal his work, fearing overexposure and jeopardize his career in medical science, like that of his wife. And it was enough to be Jewish. Still, knowing that his work had no chance of being published, he wrote as if possessed by the devil than in the past knew other Russians take over, "... writing for the drawer. For your own literature," say Sontag.

La escritura de Tsypkin es compacta, oscura por momentos. Le complace la divagación, y toda la novela es una permanente fuga a sus propios recuerdos, los recuerdos de Dostoievsky, su esposa Anna, e incluso los de los personajes reales e imaginarios que se mezclan a lo largo de la obra. Si algo tiene de fascinante esta novela es la confirmación de que en la literatura caben y se conjugan todos los tiempos y universos. El pasado y el futuro, la realidad y la ficción. Las pasiones y el sufrimiento de Dostoievsky, mientras se jugaba el poco dinero de su esposa, siempre creyendo que en la próxima oportunidad recuperaría la fortuna que dilapidaba, y el martirio del mismo Tsypkin que no not understand why being a Jew, loves a man who hated his people.

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White Rabbit, my Khayman.

"[...] He also liked the blood of their victims, of course. It was not necessary say. Not part of his little joke. Death was not fun for him. Silently stalking its prey, I did not know their victims. All I had to do was tell a mortal, and he was around. It was wrong in his opinion, talk to those sweet-eyed creatures and then swallow his warm blood, break their bones and suck the marrow, squeezing its members to fully drain the pulp. And he was fed and now, with so much violence. I no longer had much need of blood, but he wanted her. And the desire was dominated in all its purity sweeping, very different from thirst. In one night, could make a feast and send three or four deaths.

Pero estaba seguro, absolutamente seguro, de que una vez había sido un humano. De que había andado bajo la luz y el calor del día; sí, una vez lo había hecho, aunque evidentemente, ahora no podía. Se imaginaba sentado en una mesa de madera, cortando por la mitad un melocotón maduro con su pequeño cuchillo de cobre. Era bello el fruto que tenía ante sí. Conocía su sabor. Conocía el sabor del pan y de la cerveza. Veía el sol brillando en la monotonía amarilla de la arena, que, afuera, se extendía kilómetros y kilómetros. Túmbate y descansa en el calor del día , le había dicho alguien una vez. ¿Era el último día he had been alive ?[...]"

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The weakness of Brian Kinney

Brian Kinney: You Walk Down with me, back to the Jeep, and we where goofing, we where dancing. I kissed you, said "later" And Then You Turn around and smile. Then I Knew why Debbie calls you Sunshine.

The day I met Justin Fiddler, dealt a blow to the God of Pittsburgh. Of course the only ones who saw the impact that Justin decided to leave the hand of Babylon Ethan was us.

But what are we to blame the Sunshine. Left "love" by Brian Kinney should not be easy, when you expect something completely different, despite knowing who you're dealing with. So, when a violinist who whispers in his ear that is his instrument, who promises to picnics, to dream under the stars, and spend his life with him, he being the only important, it is normal to succumb. And even if he is handsome, with a sultry voice and a genius of the violin. How does this compare with that lack of commitment, selfishness, arrogance of Brian?

So it is understandable Justin is out with Ethan. As is understandable that Brian let him go. He says: "- You can do whatever the fuck you want. So, why are you still here? " but not because he would be beaten. But because he knew nobody had anything. Because he knew that he could not give him what Justin needed. And he knew that with him, Justin will not be happy.

That's the way to love Brian. From the Darkness. From afar. And from the utmost sincerity. " - He loves me." "- In Ways That I'll never do. "

And Ethan had promised. Promised off the Moon. Promised romance. He had promised nights full of songs. Had promised fidelity. "I want to only Guy Who Wants to be with me. Who Feels That I'm enough for him." That said. It's high time. A bouquet of roses. For Ethan. Another. And Justin destroys the bouquet of roses, like the bouquet of roses himself destroys his own illusions. They promised the moon but did not have enough rope to bajársela.

And Brian? Brian had not promised anything. He had given the world without knowing it and without knowing Justin, but had not promised anything. There had been no deception. And because Justin was his weakness, his fucking weak from the start!, has absolutely no qualms about letting go in his office, and be loved by the Sunshine.

"Ethan? Who is Ethan?

Michael: (Justin, on Brian) If you ask me, he's Been pretty good to you. I saved your life, I Took you in, he's putting you-through school, I Protects you, I looks after you ... And whether you believe it or not, I Loves You, More Than Anyone he's ever loved.