martes, 31 de enero de 2012

The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

miércoles, 11 de enero de 2012

La (hermosa) casa de las palmeras

La Navidad (a través del espejo)


A veces, en algunos hoteles, tengo la misma sensación que Jack Torrance y creo que estoy alucinando en el Overlook. Y también, a veces, escucho a un pianista tocar una vieja canción. Sin público. Y siempre pienso: ¿será real el pianista? ¿Y la música? ¿Y el hotel?

Graffitis de São Miguel

Algunos, de Fake, en Ponta Delgada.

martes, 3 de enero de 2012