lunes, 7 de mayo de 2012

A piece of script

"I'd always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all. It stretches on forever, like an ocean of time. For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street. Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand-new Firebird. And Janie... and Janie. And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry, you will someday."

Lester Burnham

miércoles, 2 de mayo de 2012

Apocalipsis light

"Tenemos el prejuicio de que las grandes catástrofes de los pueblos solo son posibles en medio de un apocalíptico desorden; conservamos fielmente la imagen dramática de las guerras clásicas, creemos demasiado en la realidad de las estampas románticas de las victorias y derrotas y no acertamos a ver que en nuestro tiempo, dentro de la cuadrícula estrecha de nuestra organización social y urbana, las cosas suceden de una manera mucho más sencilla, con una simplicidad y una facilidad aterradoras. En la Puerta de Saint Cloud un guardia de circulación había sido sustituido por otro. Esto es todo".
Manuel Chaves Nogales. La agonía de Francia.