Tuesday, 29 May 2007

I like my body when it is with your body

I like my body when it is with your body.

It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

I like your body.

I like what it does, I like its hows.

I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smoothness and
which I will

again and again and again kiss,

I like kissing this and that of you,

I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur,

and what-is-it comesover parting flesh . . .

And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly I like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

Get Out of Irak

"The Hollow Men"

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw.

Alas!Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed

With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom

Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost

Violent souls, but only

As the hollow men

The stuffed men


Monday, 28 May 2007

Election Day

No words, on a day like this...

Wednesday, 23 May 2007

Rainbow Warriors

"How I long to retire so I can devote myself to intercultural dialogue and sustainable development"

(My translation)

From the Spanish cartoonist and philosopher El Roto browse


Just in Spanish, I'm afraid. But don't miss him¡ He is a regular at http://www.elpais.com/

Visit one of the most hilarious and incisive humourous magazines from Britain at

Unfortunately, Punch ceased to be published in 2002.

Tuesday, 22 May 2007

Refusing to Mourn


"A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London", by Dylan Thomas

Monday, 21 May 2007

Beaucoup de travail ¡

Et maintenant, un petit peu de musique

veuillez cliquer ici

Veuillez cliquer ici pour Yuri Buenaventura, le chanteur de salsa


Saturday, 19 May 2007

Creationism, Lies and Media Files

The "Sheer Facts"

Creationists are Christians who believe that the account of the creation of the universe as presented in Genesis is literally true in its basic claims about Adam and Eve, the six days of creation, making day and night on the first day even though He didn’t make the sun and moon until the fourth day, making whales and other animals that live in the water or have feathers and fly on the fifth day, and making cattle and things that creep on the earth on the sixth day, etc.

Almost half of Americans believe that human beings did not evolve, but were created by God in their present form within the last 10,000 years or so, results from a new Gallup Poll revealed.
In a May 8-11 survey of American beliefs on evolution, 46 percent of respondents agreed with the statement: God created human beings pretty much in their present form at one time within the last 10,000 years or so.
In comparison, only 13 percent chose the answer: “Human beings have developed over millions of years from less advanced forms of life, but God had no part in this process.”

For a visit to the "God Made It " Theme Park click at

Now, the truth:

For a much more realistic and comforting view on how the hell we got here

just take a look at this

Friday, 18 May 2007


The hazardous charm of non-digital era, I would say...

“You know, I'm gonna miss this when we go paperless.”

Caption by Christopher Farber Brooklyn, N.Y. Drawing by Tom Cheney

For more cartoons and other good stuff visit http://www.newyorker.com/

Wednesday, 16 May 2007

Variations on the Same Theme


IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Monday, 14 May 2007

Still Nature

Is this to be considered "still nature" or just plain art?

Wednesday, 9 May 2007


"Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing"

Macbeth, Act V, scene V

Monday, 7 May 2007

Learning English is so funny¡

Now it's your turn,...repeat this sentence one hundred times after each meal.Just click at


Tuesday, 1 May 2007

"A Song of Myself"

What is a blog but a song of oneself?

"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,

I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,

Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,

I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,

Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,

Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,

Nature without check with original energy. "