Agosto de 2001: Atardecer en el World Trade Center

Un barco llamado Esperanza

La señora Melinda Lehrer, de Decatur, Georgia, me ha preguntado por un texto sobre el barco Hope, que escribí en 1992.

"Un barco llamado esperanza"apareció en el suplemento Dominical de El Universal, en julio de 1992. Fue incluído más tarde en el libro de crónicas "Retratos" (Cartagena, 1996)

Haz click en las páginas para ampliarlas.

Pleasures that cannot please

Wealth in societies as now constituted does not tend to get into  the hands ofthe thrifty or the capable, but actually tends to get into the hands of wastrels and imbeciles. And it proves that the wealthy class of to-day is qute asignorant about how to enjoy itself as about how to rule other people. Tha it cannot its goverments govern or its education educate we may take as a thrifling weakness og oligarchy; but pleasure we do loo to see in such class; and it has surely come to its decrepitude when it cannot make its pleasures please.

GKC

El origen del origen

Haz click en la imagen para ampliarla.



Informe de la ciudad sitiada, un poema de Zbigniew Herbert

Traducción de Florian Smieja

Haz click en la imagen para ampliarla.

Un harén espiritual

"Más allá de mi jardín, hay una franja de árboles que es diferente cada uno de los trescientos sesenta y cinco días. A veces se ve tan próxima como un cercado, y a veces tan remota como una difusa y fiera nube del atardecer. Ese mismo principio (a propósito) se aplica al difícil problema de las esposas. La variabilidad es una de las virtudes de la mujer. Eso evita la burda condición de la poligamia. Mientras tengas una buena esposa tienes asegurado un harén espiritual".

Sustos y digresiones, GKC

Un capítulo perdido de Criatura perdida

Haz click en la imagen para ampliarla.

Nuevas tecnologías

El Universal, de Cartagena. 1948.
Haz click en la imagen para aumentar.

Skylab. Julio 11, 1979

Haz click en las imágenes para ampliarlas.

The seventy-ninth cat

Have you ever tried the experiment of saying some plain word, such as

"dog," thirty times? By the thirtieth time it has become a word like

"snark" or "pobble." It does not become tame, it becomes wild, by

repetition. In the end a dog walks about as startling and undecipherable

as Leviathan or Croquemitaine.

It may be that this explains the repetitions in Nature, it may be for

this reason that there are so many million leaves and pebbles. Perhaps

they are not repeated so that they may grow familiar. Perhaps they are

repeated only in the hope that they may at last grow unfamiliar. Perhaps

a man is not startled at the first cat he sees, but jumps into the air

with surprise at the seventy-ninth cat. Perhaps he has to pass through

thousands of pine trees before he finds the one that is really a pine

tree. However this may be, there is something singularly thrilling, even

something urgent and intolerant, about the endless forest repetitions;

there is the hint of something like madness in that musical monotony of

the pines.

GKChesterton