Six Feet Under

Mares de lágrimas después de consumir 2,4 días de mi vida en una serie maravillosa.

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

La (hermosa) casa de las palmeras

La Navidad (a través del espejo)

Resplandor

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.

Happy crisismas

6 libros (caídos del cielo) para el invierno

Algo va mal, de Tony Judt.
El triunfo de las ciudades,de Edward Glaeser.
Retratos y encuentros,de Gay Talese.
Leer la mente,de Jorge Volpi.
El coronel Chabert,de Honoré de Balzac.
Los enamoramientos,de Javier Marías.

Life acuatic

Visiones (VIII)

Ida y vuelta

iJobs

San Francisco

Philly sports

Philadelphia