ps.

did i ask too much?, more than lots?...
i guess i'll never know.

¨la lectura simbólica es para mentir¨

-¨...la biblia es un manual de malas costumbres, crueldad infinita, incestos y carnicerias.

se pueden contar mas de un millon de asesinatos.¨

Dios no es de fiar.¨-

saramago no entiende, como muchos de nosotros, la reaccion

de la iglesia que es como los perros de pavlov,

responde inmediatamente al estimulo

sin ni siquiera haber leido el libro.

*source. saramago. casa de américa. madrid. ¨caín¨. 3 noviembre 2009.

*source. caravaggio: sacrifice of isaac. 1603. uffizi gallery, florence.

*stendhal syndrome. when i was in front of this caravaggio's masterpiece.

whether you like it or not

- every action we take, has a reaction...

- every decision we make, has a consequence...

- & even the smallest choice, can have an impact a world away.

although, sometimes, it's not that far...

*source: lukas moodysson, mammoth 2009.

todo a su tiempo, y el nuestro llego

el dia de hoy, es y ha sido EL DIA. uno de los mejores de mi vida sin duda.

me has convertido en madre, mama por fin de un sersito maravilloso al que no puedo esperar tener en mis brazos o verla dormir en los tuyos, a mi lado. y con la duda siempre de ¿a quién he de cuidar más?

muy poco es lo que falta para estar juntas las tres, en familia, como debe ser y para siempre. no desesperes, todo a su tiempo que ya estoy alli.

las amo por sobre todas las cosas, a las dos. sencillamente son mi vida entera, el sentido del mio existir y mi motivacion diaria.

te amo cariño, y saber que nací para coincidir contigo y disfrutar de esto que hemos y estamos construyendo juntas, no fue fácil asimilarlo, descubrirlo y aceptarlo. insisto. algo muy bueno en esta vida habré hecho para merecerte y merecer lo que tengo contigo.

gracias por ti.

bitxi

yes, shit happens

there was once, a woman who reported to passing police officers that her purse had just been snatched, & she provided a very good description of the man who did it. two blocks away officers arrested him with the handbag still in his possession. they read him his miranda's and advised him they will take him back to the victim for a positive identification.

upon arrival, & before the woman could say a thing, the suspect pointed his finger at her and said: ¨yep, that's the woman i took the purse from¨ ...the police officers looked at each other trying to understand the stupidity of their suspect. now that's what i call a positive identification!

*source. hazelwood & michaud: dark dreams [2001]. pp 40.

*source. the world's most stupid criminals.

*recomended:http://www.joost.com/0485naw/t/World-s-Most-Stupid-Criminals#id=0485naw

between the distrust & the inevitable doubt to let oneself go into the madness that comes by & although there's always the "dubai" issue, we belong

C. "-...look, i know who you are, & i love you anyways...-" & they stay still looking at each other, so in love. then she interrupts: "-ok, look, what about this ...ahhhmm... on the count of three, whatever we've got, let's just put it on the table, one time, last time...-" & suddenly he interrupts her:

R. "-i have it-"

C. "-i said on the count of three-"

R. "-i have it. why wait? what's the point? i love you-" & she looks at him with tenderness: "-i think about you all the time. i think about you even when you're with me. i look at you , i can't stop looking at you. i look at you and i think: that woman, that woman knows who i am and loves me anyway...-"

so, this is our story, i put & give you my life on the table, with faith & devotion for it's all i got to offer to you & i take yours instead.

don't you realize how much i belong to you?, we belong.

mono

*source: duplicity 2009.

porque tu, solo tu

de Raffaello Sanzio (Rafael) a Baldassare Castiglione:
"...entre las mujeres las bellezas son tan poco comunes, que utilizo una idea salida de mi imaginación..."
en la mia imaginacion, la única materialización del concepto de belleza, eres tu, cariño mio.

mono

*source: louvre de bolsillo.

de equidad de genero, platicas con mama y otras cosas

esta tarde en voz de una entrenadora de box a traves de las noticias, se escucho:

"...ya paso el momento en el que las mujeres perteneciamos solo a la cocina, debemos enfrentarlo..."

y a esto mi madre brincó:

M. -pues hasta donde yo entiendo no somos sartenes o estropajos para lavar los platos!-

de noches de insomnio y nuestro proceso de pensamiento primario...

la noche suele ser mágica, pero acompañada del silencio que con frecuencia la empapa y acompañada de la sintonía de tu respiración, de los latidos de tu corazón que encuentran el beat perfecto y lo sincronizan al mío, la noche se vuelve sencillamente un sueño.

a mitad de la noche, donde a través de tu piel me transmites el calor de nuestro amor y cuando con frecuencia estamos alerta a si la una o la otra se ha dormido ya para no desperdiciar un solo segundo de nuestra compañía, ante el mínimo movimiento salta la pregunta: -no puedes dormir? seguida del más maravilloso de los besos... [lo que consecuentemente provoca que si la una o la otra estaba durmiendo, ese beso ha sido suficiente para despertar] y finalmente acabamos otra noche más, sin dormir.

de ferret a bitxin:

T. anoche, antes de dormir y producto de la incomodidad que sentías, me aseguraste: -cariño, creo que pasaremos una noche de ¨loro¨-

Y. -una noche de ¨loro¨?, por qué de ¨loro¨?- acomodaba yo las sábanas para meterme dentro y te miré con intriga en lo que tu te metías dentro de la cama. pensaste y después de una larga pausa me miraste:

T. -no lo se, supongo que es porque los loros no cierran los ojos al dormir. que va, asi lo dice mi madre...- pero reflexionaste y yo agregué:

Y. -cariño, los loros tienen párpados, cierran los ojos para dormir.-

T. -ah si?, pues no lo se fijate. asi lo dice mi madre. interesante.-

Y. -si cariño, será entonces porque estamos tan llenas de la cena [habíamos ido al morton's] con esta barriga que no podemos acomodarla que hemos de dormir paradas. los loros duermen parados con la barriga de fuera sobre el palo que los sostiene...-

T. -sí, seguro será eso- y nos acomodamos para dormir. pasaron unas cuantas horas y efectivamente, la barriga no nos dejaba dormir. ¨no tenemos remedio¨ pensaba yo pues la comida siempre ha sido una debilidad compartida... cuando de pronto, hago un movimiento y me haces LA pregunta: ¨no puedes dormir?¨ a la que yo respondí con una negativa. sin embargo nos quedamos en silencio, abrazadas hasta que interrumpiste la calma:

T. -cariño, ya lo tengo!, si si, tres cosas que me llevaría a una isla desierta:

1. tu

2. agua

3. y el cheff del morton's-

Y. te abrazo con fuerza buscando el calor de tu piel y riendo agrego: -de qué me hablas amor?, qué te ha pegado ahora?-

T. -si, eso, la pregunta más típica española: ¨qué llevarías contigo a una isla desierta¨- española? universal será [pensé, pues entre los mexicanitos también es típica]. pero lograste captar mi atención y despertarme de una para atender a tu filosofía nocturna.

Y. -mira que tu si sabes eh, el cheff del morton's?- reí.

T. -claro, y podemos arreglar que lo sustituya el del ¨cheescacke factory¨ en caso de que nos harte el del morton's y le demos con un palo para devolverlo¨...- reí aún más. en eso, el vecino de arriba que ya no sabemos si es un sado-masoquista, baila la danza del venado, le gusta follarse a la cama o que coños hace, ha dado tal bostezo que se escuchó hasta nuestro piso.

Y. -joder con el vecino, no se ha tragao post garden's porque no le alcanza. que fuerte cariño, si nosotras le escuchamos es que el nos escucha a nosotras, imagínatelo!- me preocupé depronto.

T. -que va!, si te fijas el sonido que se escucha es el del vecino de arriba, no el de abajo. el sonido viene de arriba a abajo, por tanto el vecino de arriba no nos escucha.- y me quedé con una cara que reflejaba mi duda [a fin de cuentas que más daba si quien nos escuchaba era el vecino de arriba, podia ser el de abajo o el de al lado]:

Y. -quee?, cómo?-

T. si, mira. el sonido no gravita, baja para abajo, por tanto escuchamos el sonido del vecino de arriba, no el de abajo.- yo buscaba excusas tales como la moqueta que tenemos nosotras en el piso y la duela que tiene el vecino de arriba; el que nosotras somos más cuidadosas y al vecino de arriba le vale, etcétera, qué se yo. pero ciertamente jamás pensé en la gravedad del sonido.

Y. -cariño, pero qué dices?-

T. -si, el sonido no gravita, es decir, no flota, cae por acción de la gravedad...- y me jalaste hacia ti y caiste dormida.

aun no logro explicarme el razonamiento de tu lógica, la cual sin lugar a dudas tiene bastante sentido común. vamos que, me he preguntado cuánto pesa el mundo, si cada vez que nace más gente el mundo pesa más, cuánto oxígeno consume un cerillo [en caso de que algún dia un asesino serial me entierre viva] pero, ¿si el sonido tiene gravedad? jamás.

en definitiva cada dia me sorprendes más.

contigo aprendo cada día la inquietud de la curiosidad y adquiero más y más esa capacidad de asombro que uno tiende a perder cuando crece. te amo por sobre todas las cosas, y gracias por todas y cada una de las noches que construyes para mi. por tu calor y por tu amor.

M

just in case

¨...u might already be a survivor of a serial killer or a serial rapist without even knowing it. maybe u sat near one in a movie theatre or in a restaurant... maybe u've passed one in the street or parked your car next to one. one might have approached u: do u remember any odd requests from a stranger 2 help him carry a package 2 his car or look 4 a lost puppy?, some man whose attentions u turned away in a bar? a nice couple who offered u a ride [they looked fine but somehow there was something not quite right] & u just turned them down?. maybe u r alive because u chatted with a friend a minute longer instead of walking off alone, or because somebody else, whom u don't even recall, arrived in the parking lot as u were getting into your car...

having casual contact with a serial killer [or a serial rapist that in most of the cases become killers in order to not let any witnesses] 4 once, might be not all that astronomical. hundreds of them are at each moment of the day looking 4 a prey & your own deeds & actions however, can dramatically increase those chances: 2b a victim depend on your behavior & simple choices u make. though, being catch is one thing, survival in the hands of a serial killer/rapist is another one & is at best a marginal and highly idiosyncratic process because, what may save your life with one type of personality of the offender [the way you can behave or deal with the situation] may condemn u 2 a brutal sexual attack or what its worse, 2 death with another.

plus, besides the way u behave, there exists some other preferences that the serial killer or rapist will seek in a potential victim. based on the FBI survey of serial killers & their victims, we see that being white immediately [f.eg.] increases your risk: being female [82 percent], unmarried [80 percent] & between ages 15-28 [73 percent] all put u at higher risk.

so, what comes as follows is not a guide to survival a serial killer or rapist but a few tips you might consider as measures & at your own risk.

1. TRUST YOUR INTUITION. never underestimate your instincts or your intuition. "bad feeling/women's intuition" or "male gut feeling" is not a sixth sense. u have probably perceived something concrete that spells out danger, but your brain has not caught up with your perception [u do not know yet what it is u have seen to have analyzed it logically] this is intuition. 4 some reason u can't explain u feel something is quite not right & u behave different, feeling embarrassing by your "irrational" anxiety, but this is what might have save your life. if something does not feel right, then it probably is not. never ignore such feelings & do not be embarrassed 2 act "irrationally" in front of a stranger or b afraid 2b rude. better rude, unfriendly, that than police sampling seminal fluids from your cold rectum the next morning.

2. NEVER GET INTO THE CAR. the bottom line is, once they get into the car, few victims return alive. serial rapists and serial killers use a vehicle to offer a potential victim "help" or a ride. In Canada, aged 14 Leslie Mahaffy, locked out of her house by her parents as punishment 4 coming home late, encountered handsome & charming Paul Bernardo* passing by her home in the middle of the night. after chatting a few minutes, she asked him 4 a cigarette & he told her he had some in his car. they walked 2 it & she was doomed at the moment she sat down in the passenger seat 2 smoke it & continue talking with him, even cautiously leaving the car door open & her legs dangling out on the curb. at one point Leslie turned toward the door and Bernardo snapped the trap shut: placed a knife against her throat and push her into the car. calmly drove 40 miles back 2 his house where he & his wife Karla Homolka, raped, torture for several nights & kill her. so, don't get into the car, and don't lock your kids out of the house ever. plus don't get confident by baby seats in the car or child toys, most of the serial killers/rapists have some 2 get trusted by their victims.

3. DEALING WITH STRANGERS & RECOGNIZING WARNING SIGNS OF DUPLICITY. there r behavioral indicators of potential violence in some people. when a stranger approaches u with ulterior motives, there can be underlying warning signs of duplicity:

- feigned weakness. the stranger makes a big deal of letting u know that he might be physically weaker than u: "please help me carry this to my car", & so on. so, don't believe it!

- to much information. when somebody is telling a lie, even if it sounds credible 2 u, he has less confidence in what he says; thus he tends 2 fill in more details than necessary to bolster it. this also makes a stranger appear more familiar 2 u than he really is, so: the stranger gives u much unnecessary & detailed information.

- the unrequested promise: "just one drink & then i'll take u home, i promise" u never asked him 2 promise u anything.

- friendly authority. the stranger projects some kind of nonthreatening authority: "I'll escort u/drive u out of here", "u shouldn't be walking alone here" & so on. do not be afraid 2 be rude 2 a police officer [most of sexual sadists killers use false uniforms, cars & IDs to get their victims], so, if u r signed by a police officer by car to stop in a lonely area, with your left hand let him know you've seen him & go 2 a highlighter area with people around 2 stop & always, always even if he says "it's not the moment for such bureaucracies" insist him to call 4 a buck up.

- challenging your ego. the stranger labels u in a subtly critical way, hoping that u'll be challenged 2 prove them wrong he will say things like: "u r not scared of me r u?" "u r probably not strong enough 2 help me out with this" & so on.

- teaming. often a manipulative stranger tries 2 "time up" with u. u & he suddenly become a "we": "i hate drinking alone, i know a great place we can go". this is an attempt 2 somehow bond with u or quickly establish a familiarity.

- feminine referencing. the stranger projects an image of himself in relationships with other females or children, therefore reassuring u that he is not interested in u & is harmless: "i'm supposed 2 pick up my wife in a minute", "my daughter wants a sweater just like yours". references to children & pets projects a friendly & harmless image.

- imposed obligation. a stranger imposes his help on u, & thus u feel an obligation 2 him. that obligation can then be manipulated into a placing u into a vulnerability position: "i'll help u with the tire" when 4 sure he was the one who punctured the tire in the first place. having accepted his help you would feel bad 2 refuse a simple request like that but, don't b afraid 2 b rude, say NO! & walk away. this is what saved the life of some of the survivals.

- an appeal to a vulnerable third party. "my little girl is missing, can u help me?".

- never taking no for an answer. A CLASSIC. no matter how many times u say "that's ok, i don't need your help" the stranger insists in helping u & he will persists. so, don't be afraid 2b blunt & rude, say NO! tell him loudly 2 leave u alone. if the man is decent in the first place, while your rudeness might offend him, it will not turn him into a violent offender, but, in the other hand he meant you harm, he might understand that u will not be an easy target & he might move on. so many victims latter say: "but he was so nice". niceness is not the same as being nice. niceness can be a deadly manipulative tool, be aware of what underlies a charming smile.

if however, u r unfortunate enough 2 find yourself among the 75 percent of victims who simply had the luck of being targeted by a serial rapist/killer at random & were not able 2 evade or disengage from him, there are still things u can do, but it should be pointed out, however, that of the victims in the survey who survived a serial killer's attack for some reason [don't ever scream because this arouses the offender sexually, & don't ever say things like "u don't want 2 end up in jail for this would u?, because this only reminds the killer he have 2 kill u in order 2 avoid detection leaving u as a witness. or don't ever use the popular feminist appeal "what if i were your mother, daughter or sister?", because the assailant might be precisely fantasizing that he is raping and killing his mother, sister or daughter when he is attacking u], in all of the cases, the surviving victims were raped nonetheless.

moreover, we see that prognosis is not good when u r at hands of a serial killer or rapist but one of the things that can dissuade him to harm you is that through dialogue u personalize oneself to the attacker. appear 2 him not as an object can save your life so, try hard, & remember that escape remains the best safest of all measures so, try harder.

*Paul Bernardo [28] & Karla Homolka [22]. "ken & barbie killers". raped, torture, videotaped & killed at least three young girls in canada.

*source. Peter's Vronsky: serial killers the method and madness of monsters [2004].

everytime

¨...nothing's worse than saying goodbye. it's a little like dying.¨

*source. persepolis. 2003.

it is what it is, although you have the key: ¨become the change you want to see¨ [MG].

"in modern society, we are creating strangers of each other. as we become strangers, we begin to see others more as objects and less human beings. were our eyes to see a man/woman [homless, mentally ill or a street child] as a human being, they will tear with emotion. but as we walk on, our eyes remain dry."

*source. mahatma gandhi.

*source. egger [2002].

4 those who want 2b original

it is well known in the few-left-boring-traditional cultures, that one of the most important details for the girls whom dream to get married some day, is the way they are ask for. 4 them -the blue prince- is a gold star to show off as the super-original-hero if the moment went beyond, exceed the society -bride friends precisely- expectations. this means ¨he IS THE guy¨. 4 the bride, is the last proof of the obviousness fact that ¨she got THE guy¨ and so on, she WILL marry THE guy.

in the coffee shops, cinema, malls, dinners and play games, the gossip of the moment turns to be ¨have you heard how THE guy asked HER to marry him?¨, and you can spent into it lots of time. some of the women enjoy, -truly- enjoy, the happiness of THE girl and celebrate it; in the other hand, we find these kind of woman who become jealous and envy not have been THAT girl but by any chance.

anyways. lots of stories are known, copied -too-, improved & remake. but here's one that exceeds in all the word sense, any other way & conditions to ask for marriage, and not because it's originality, but for the surroundings that accompanied it. here's the story.

in the middle of 1978, a guy who's been in prison since the spring of 1977 in utah -now in florida-, and made a spectacular ¨double¨ escape to the horror of the national population -running the shit out of him to tallahassee, florida-, was through his $9 million one of a kind -first of the double- trial, trying to convince the jurors he was an innocent man. the charges: the kidnap, rape & murder of a 12 year old girl -his last victim-, and the attack in one night of five woman in the residency area of the Florida State University who left 2 deaths and 3 women severely injured. they have been brutally battering, rape, sodomized and strangled. as he decided to defend himself as a former defendant attorney, he was standing at the court, in front of the jury, and THIS guy called HIS girlfriend to testify as a character witness during his sentencing hearing. during the examination he asked her if she would marry him and she replied ¨yes¨!!! then, he responded that he, too, wanted to marry her. a notary hired by THE girl sat among the courtroom spectators and witnessed the exchange of vows.

the story has a sad ending, though they had the opportunity to met in death row few times & had sex, where a baby girl came from, whereas he was executed in the ¨old sparky¨ at 07.06 & pronounced dead at 07.16 of the coldest january 24.1989.

for sure and just to add, this was indeed the most commented marry proposal ever for everyone in everywhere.

* source. vronsky. serial killers (2004).

* recommended: TIME. monday.july.16.1979.

...one way or another...

who was a winner born, has to win one way or another,

and the winner takes it all. always.

* source. mamma mia! 2008.

this happened to me when i met you.... 4 sure...

SKY
I wasn't jealous before we met
Now every man that I see is a potential threat
And I'm possessive, it isn't nice
You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice
But now it isn't true
Now everything is new
And all I've learned
Has overturned
I beg of you

SOPHIE
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me

It was like shooting a sitting duck
A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck
I still don't know what you've done with me
A grown-up woman should never fall so easily
I feel a kind of fear
When I don't have you near
Unsatisfied
I skip my pride
I beg you dear

SKY
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me

BOYS
Don't go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me

SOPHIE
I've had a few little love affairs
They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce

SKY
I used to think that was sensible
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible

SOPHIE
'Cause everything is new
And everything is you
And all I've learned
Has overturned
What can I do?

SKY / PEPPER / EDDIE / BOYS
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don't go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me

GIRLS
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don't go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me

*source. lay all your love on me. abba.

we tend to repeat patterns... old patterns rather good ones or bad ones, but patterns anyways

...and the good thing is, that there's always someone out there -good friends, your partner in love, somebody, anybody- that makes you to realize this, encouraging you to "walk the straight a narrow" or be back to the good path at once! -or the one that used 2b-

R. -but they've gone- (talking about demons, old demons).

D. -i don't know that, i don't know where they are, i don't know why they're here, and i have brought this all on my self because i was a stupid, reckless little slut!!!!-

T. -whooooaaa!!!! don't you sound like your mother?-

D. -i do not!!!-

R & T. -yes yo so do!!!!!!- (and all the inevitable laughs come across)

D. -oh, my god, i do not!-

R. -you do, it's catholic guilt!!!!! you've been living like a nun!!!!!!!-

T. -yeah! whatever happened to our Donna?-

D. -[...]....i grew up...-

T. -well, then, grow back down again!!!

*source. mamma mia! [2008].

...home...

...it feels like commin' home...

*source. never saw blue like that. Shawn Colvin.

you do. indeed. although, i understand how annoying sometimes can be.

i thank you with all my life

i love you, with all my heart.

* You rise me up. JG + children chorus from africa.

la paranoia tiene su lado positivo

¨un sutil pensamiento erróneo puede dar lugar a una indagación fructífera que revela verdades de gran valor¨ y en definitiva, viceversa.

* source. isacc asimov

¨...antes roto que doblado, antes muero que dejarte...¨

como un pacto sin firmar/yo no espero más de ti/tú de mí no esperas más/un pacto sin firmar/en la planta de tus pies/traes arena de otro mar/te los limpio y me hago el loco/y como si esto fuera poco/antes roto que doblarme/antes muero que dejarte

y no espero que seas nadie/para mí no es importante/yo no bailo con princesas/pero te haré reina del baile/estoy a punto de romperme/porque me gustas con coraje/mira que te lo advertí/que te metes con quien no sabes/ya te habrás dado cuenta amor/que yo no hago cosas normales

ven que no voy a cambiarte/ni tu vida será otra/yo te invito a este lugar/donde el amor no se equivoca

ven que no voy a cambiarte/ni tu vida será otra/o ven conmigo a este lugar/donde el amor no se equivoca

como un pacto sin firmar/yo no espero más de ti/y tú de mí no esperas más/es un pacto sin firmar/en la planta de tus pies/en el árbol, en la mar

mira que te lo advertí/que te metes donde no sabes/ya te habrás dado cuenta amor/que yo no hago cosas normales/pero cuando quieras escaparte/del cristal de tu escaparate/ven que no voy a cambiarte/ni tu vida será otra/ven conmigo a este lugar/donde el amor no se equivoca

ven que no voy a cambiarte/no quiero que tu vida sea otra/ven conmigo a este lugar/donde el amor no se equivoca

ven, ven, que no voy a cambiarte/ven conmigo amor/ven conmigo a este lugar/donde el amor no se equivoca

* source. en la planta de tus pies. AS

¨...buenos dias a la vida, buenos dias al amor, buenos dias alegria, buenos dias señor sol...¨.

despertar con esta carita de ¨mmmmm, no-quiero-no-quiero-no-quiero ir!!!¨ es el alimento diario perfecto para el alma mia.

ferretcin, ¨...tu no sabes que humedeces mis adentros cuando dices: como te amo...¨.

* source. buenos días señor sol. JG.

* source. un te amo. LM.

all yours

¨...you took my soul, but gave me life¨. i'm completely yours 'till the end of time...¨

this is it...

...ahora fue mi turno, ahora me alcanzó, me tocó y llegó. ley de vida. y de ésta yo he hecho tanto...

sencillamente majestuoso, de tu mano no podría ser menos

gracias por la magia que construyes cada día para mi, por sorprenderme y por compartir tanta pasión, arrebato y vida. a tu lado respiro algo que me permite vivir y no es precisamente oxígeno.

Lawra + Monica = Chris Botti. Atlanta Symphony Hall. May.22.2009

* Source: Lucia Micarelli & Chris Botti: ¨Emmanuel¨.

en mi

¨...no pienso en ella. nunca lo he hecho. nunca he tenido remordimientos. de todas formas ella estaba completamente consciente de que le estaba haciendo daño, lo sabía y jamás pudo razonar. además, era demasiada mi ira. no había sitio en mi para sentir algo por ella...¨

* Source. Candice Skrapec. 2002. Conversaciones con asesinos seriales.

sex has no explanation

A. You can't explain it all, you understand?
P. Sure, it's not rational.
A. Paranoiacs need everything explained. 
Some things can't be explained. It's like talk, talk, talk. 
Sometimes... you fuck, and after, everything's all right, 
I don't know why. The Body talks.
 
Ps. Definitively, the body talks better than our brain. U r simply fantastic.

* Irréversible 2002.

S. -Woooow!, you made it!, you are here, you came!-

H. -Yes, how wouldn't I?-

S. -Didn't you say it was impossible?-

H. -Didn't you say it was important?-

* Devil's advocate (1997)

-give me your hand, what is this?- she takes his hand and puts it on her heart. -what is this?- & he thinks.

-it's my heart, and it's broken, can you tell?, can you feel it?-

i'd seen through it, now i elect to grow up.

*Source. Great Expectations (1998).

porque en ese beso te entregue mi vida y puse mi alma a tus pies

La decisión del primer beso es la más crucial en cualquier historia de amor, porque contiene dentro de sí la rendición.

* Emile Ludwig

and so it is

¨...madness, as you know, is like gravity, all it takes is a little push...¨

* The Joker. The Dark Night (2008)

the fear among us: the lost

¨it seemed to me a lot more efficient not to have someone, unless you're absolutely sure that they weren't going to go to anybody... or somewhere else¨

* E.E.Kemper.