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Octubre 7th, 2011
Octubre 6th, 2011
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Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.Drooling over here.
I can’t help but picture him as Col. Brandon reading this to Kate Winslet as Marianne Dashwood in some picturesque part of the English countryside.
It inspires me to imagine who recites it in my ear … I love !!!
(Fuente: tiny-sized)
Octubre 3rd, 2011
Se Feliz ( Be Happy )
DEBIDO A QUE LA VELOCIDAD DE LA LUZ ES VARIAS VECES MAYOR A LA DEL SONIDO: CIERTAS PERSONAS PUEDEN PARECERNOS BRILLANTES ANTES DE ESCUCHAR LAS PELOTUDECES QUE DICEN…..
Amélie Poulain
NO ESCUCHES…
… A los mediocres que te dicen, no se puede. A los cobardes que te dicen, no te arriesgues. Al desconfiado que te dice, yo no creo. Al fracasado que te dice, no lo intentes… SOLO ESCUCHA: Al optimísta que te dice: avanza, tú puedes. A los valientes que te dicen, no te rindas!!. A los entusiastas que te animan y dan aliento. A los grandes triunfadores, que SUEÑAN lo imposible y lo hacen realidad !!!!!
Octubre 2nd, 2011
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