I always thought there were people who leave an indelible mark on your soul. An imprint that can never be erased.

-- Broyles, Fringe 4x02 One Night in October

Siempre he pensado que hay gente que deja una marca indeleble en el alma. Una huella que no puede borrarse.

J'ai toujours pensé que certaines personnes laissent une marque indélébile dans votre esprit. Une empreinte que vous ne pourrez jamais effacer.

The Romantics (2010)

LAURA: You know, on the other hand, I mean... Look, ten years of a loving friendship and sporadic, incredible sex scattered with nights so fun, they explain the evolutionary purpose of talking. You know, not to mention the time that we've clocked together. Listening to music. You know, driving with no destination. I guess this, this beautiful mess is best ended without notification. Probably better.

TOM: I'm sorry.

LAURA: Don't be. It was a gift. An act of cowardice so complete, disqualifies a person from consideration.

LAURA: D'un autre côté... Dix ans d'amitié amoureuse et de sexe incroyable, sporadique pimentés de nuits si géniales qu'elles expliquent l'intérêt du dialogue pour l'évolution. Sans parler du temps qu'on a passé ensemble. À écouter de la musique, à conduire sans destination. Je suppose que ce bazar magnifique doit être interrompu sans avertissement. C'est sans doute mieux.

TOM: Je suis désolé.

LAURA: Ne le sois pas. C'était un cadeau. Un acte de lâcheté aussi énorme disqualifie une personne de toute considération.

missing little "love interest" notes, longing looks and being wanted...

You better not cry - Augusten Burroughs

It had been only a couple of hours. But I knew.

I may not have known the facts of him; I couldn't have told you his favorite color, his birthday, or how he liked his coffee. I couldn't have said if he was a Republican or a Democrat or whether he was allergic to cats; but I knew the him of him.

I also knew that one didn't have a second date with this man and then a third, each time getting to know him a little bit better or seeing another "side" of him.

George was vertical, not horizontal. All of him was right there from the first moment. He didn't have "sides"; he had fathoms. If you didn't know him after one date, you couldn't know him. In this way, he was a treasure perfectly hidden right before my eyes. He was the wreck of Sussex in my backyard swimming pool.

I could only be truly crazy if I walked away from such a find.

+++

I struggled in my apartment that night, his phone number in my hand. I knew that if I called him, that would be it -my life would change. I had never felt such an irrational thing about a person I'd only just met. But I knew it was true.

My attraction had been immediate and profound. And it had nothing to do with the way he looked. My attraction was to what resided between his lines.

And attraction is our most ancient drive, it is why we are. Attraction is the very point of gravity; timespace itself bends to allow it. It is attraction in its pure form that holds the galaxy together.

Attraction is our glue.

+++

I knew this: there was only one of him in the world.

One hour with him was denser than all the years spent with everybody else I had ever known.

My instincts were not mistaken.

My instincts had been with me as I crawled from the swamp; my brain only showed up later. It was my instinct I would trust. Even if it defied logic.

Especially if it defied common sense. I wanted nothing to do with common.

But extremely rare and precious specialty items often carry an extraordinary price. I knew this, too.

+++

It was reckless and insane to feel this way about a person I didn't even know. My mind was hurling itself against the walls of my skull in protest. But beneath my sternum that night, I felt a kind of wisdom. I very nearly heard advice: Acceptance, when it comes, arrives in waves: Listen with your chest. You will feel a pendulum swing within you, favoring one direction or another. And that is your answer. The answer is always inside your chest. The right choice weighs more. That's how you know. It causes you to lean in its direction.

I thought, I don't know who he is, but I know he is mine.

+++

There were people who had so much strength that you could borrow some, just by being in the same room with them.

Paper Heart (2009)

NICK: So you say you don't believe in love now, but have you always felt that way?
CHARLYNE: I believed in it when I was a kid, but again, all my ideas about love kind of came from movies and faiy tales. And as I grew up I realized that life is nothing like that.
NICK: Was that 'cause you had your heart broken?
CHARLYNE: No. I've only ever had one boyfriend. I thought I really liked him. I thought he was all dark and mysterious and he had shadows under his eyes. But then I realized that was only because he was on drugs.

CHARLYNE: Well, I think everyone means something to someone. And we're all a bit skeptical, but I don't want to end up a lonely old spinster. I don't think anyone wants to.

CHARLYNE: The captain yelled through his megaphone, threatening to shoot, but I didn't care. And I told them that too. I told them, "I don't care! Life is too short to be wondering what if! Sometimes you just gotta live and see what happens, even if you get hurt. Sometimes you can only feel something if you take a risk. And I, Charlyne Yi, am taking that risk. Arghh-hh-hh!"

Báilame el agua (2000)

MARÍA: Voy contigo. Estamos juntos, ¿no? Tú me bailas el agua a mí, y yo te la bailo a ti.

MARÍA: Tú no sabes lo que quieres.
DAVID: Tienes razón. No sé lo que quiero. Tengo miedo de sufrir, tengo miedo de...
MARÍA: Tienes miedo de crecer.
[MARÍA se va]
DAVID: Tengo miedo a que te vayas.

DAVID: Hacía tiempo que no me besabas.
MARÍA: Tú siempre esperas gestos. Yo palabras. Vivimos en mundos distintos.

DAVID: ¿Sabes lo que más me gusta de ti? Tu libertad, tu forma de ver la vida, tu manera de vivir los momentos...
MARÍA: ¿Ya está?
DAVID: Tus besos.

DAVID: Mis sentimientos... mis sentimientos han cambiado, pero siguen siendo mi verdad. Y esa verdad eres tú.

MARÍA: El corazón me resbala por las tuberías de este cuarto y ya no hay forma de sacarlo.

DAVID: Tenía tantas ganas como miedo...
MARÍA: Y yo...

DAVID: Bailame el agua. Úntame de amor y otras fragancias de tu jardín secreto. Sácame de quicio. Hazme sufrir. Ponme a secar como un trapo mojado. Lléname de vida. Líbrame de mi estigma. Llámame tonto. Olvida todo lo que haya podido decirte hasta ahora. No me arrastres, no me asustes. Vete lejos, pero no sueltes mi mano. Empecemos de nuevo. Toca mis ojos. Nota la textura del calor. ¿Por cuánto te vendes? Píllate los dedos. Deja que te invite a un café, caliente, claro. Y sin azúcar... sin aliento.

easy peasey

MARSHALL: Being in a couple is hard. And committing, making sacrifices, it's hard. But if it's the right person, then it's easy. Looking at that girl and knowing she's all you really want out of life, that should be the easiest thing in the world, and if it's not like that, then she's not the one. I'm sorry.

TED: I'm single. Maybe that's just who I am. And you know what? I like being single.
BARNEY: Being single's the best.
TED: Yeah, stay out as late as you want.
BARNEY: Answer to no one.
TED: The whole world full of endless possibilities.
BARNEY: Never having to go to a farmer's market.

-- How I Met Your Mother 1x12 The Wedding

peace

DAVID: I have only ever lived for peace. I lift my eyes to you. And I know I'll find it.

-- Kings 1x12 The New King (Part 1)

El silencio insulta

El silencio insulta, la ausencia de la razón turba
Puede lo que quedó sobre la piel a la mirada que traspasó

Y el recuerdo quiere ganar al sueño

Después de no querer querer y resistirse a olvidar
A veces no queda más que hacer que borrar
Lejos de cubrir el desaguisado con una nueva capa
Me lo tomo con calma
Con más miedo que nunca y menos esperanza,
Deshago el trabajo de la mañana cada tarde
Penélope necia y desganada

Y el recuerdo sigue queriendo ganar al sueño

En medio del ruido de fondo de una frecuencia vacía,
Me llega un mensaje, claro y más que razonable
Deja de escuchar a la nada, atrévete a volver a soñar

Before Sunset (2004)

CELINE: And, how can you say that? Because... I mean, I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on like... this! You know? People just have an affaire, or even entire relationships. They break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed a brand of cereals.

I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with. Because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me, I never fully recover. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because it hurts too much. Even getting laid! I actually don't do that. I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things.

Maybe I'm crazy, but when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road, or the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each other, that moved me, and that I miss, and will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details.

+++

JESSE: Why didn't we do that?

CELINE: Because we were young and stupid?

JESSE: You think we still are?

CELINE: I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life you only realize it only happens a few times.

+++

CELINE: Well, all these couples expected after a few years of living together for the passion, that consuming desire, to be the same as in the beginning.

JESSE: It's impossible!

CELINE: No, I know, I know that. I mean, God, otherwise we would end up with aneurism if we were in that constant state of excitement, right? We would end up doing nothing at all with our lives. Do you think you would have finished your book, if... if you were fucking somebody every 5 minutes?

JESSE: I might have welcomed the challenge...

+++

CELINE: I was thinking. For me it's better I don't romanticize things as much anymore. I was suffering so much all the time. I still have lots of dreams, but they're not in regard to my love life. It doesn't make me sad, it's just the way it is.

JESSE: Is that why you're in a relationship with somebody who's never around?

CELINE: Yes, obviously, I can't deal with the day to day life of a relationship. Yeah, we have, you know, this exciting time together and then he leaves and I miss him, but at least I'm not dying inside. When someone is always around me, I'm like suffocating!

JESSE: No, wait, you just said that you need to love and be loved...

CELINE:Yeah, but when I do, it quickly makes me nauseous! It's a disaster. I mean, I'm really happy only when I'm on my own. Even being alone... it's better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. It's not so easy for me to be a romantic. You start off that way, and, after you've been screwed over a few times, you... You forget about all your delusional ideas, and you just take what comes into your life. That's not even true, I haven't been screwed over, I've just had too many bla relationship. They weren't mean, they cared for me, but they were no real connection, or excitement. At least, not from my side.

JESSE: God, I'm sorry, is it... Is it really that bad? It's not, right?

CELINE: You know? It's not even that, I was... I was fine. Until I read your fucking book! It stirred shit out from you, it reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things and now it's like I don't believe in anything that relates to love, I don't feel things for people anymore. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night and I was never able to feel all this again. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you and you took them with you! It made me feel cold, like if love wasn't for me!

JESSE: I... I don't believe that. I don't believe that.

CELINE: You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me.

+++

CELINE; But it's my fault, I know that it's my fault, because I never felt it was the right man. Never! But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd, the idea that we can only be complete with another person is... EVIL! Right?

JESSE: Can I talk?

CELINE; You know, I guess I've been heart broken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, form the starts, I make no effort. Because I know exactly what hap...

JESSE: You can't do that. You can't do that, you can't live your life trying to avoid pain, at the expense of en...

CELINE; Ok, you know what? Lose our words! I've gotta... I've gotta get away from you. Stop the car, I want to get out!

+++

JESSE: You know, that I ca... that I can't keep living like this, that there's gotta be something more to love than commitment. But then I think that I might have given up on the whole idea of romantic love. That I... I might have put it to bed, that day when you weren't there. You know, I think I might have done that.

la malenconia t'agafa quan menys t'ho esperes

Realmente se puede culpar a la publicidad de todo

Se'm moren les plantes

més/más

Life can be nice

¿O no?

Words

SOOKIE: He's your maker, isn't he?
ERIC: Don't use words you don't understand.
SOOKIE: You have a lot of love for him.
ERIC: Don't use words I don't understand.

-- True Blood 2x08 Timebomb

Los Misterios de la Vida

¡Pensaba que lo había perdido!

Y menos mal que no. Vivan los padres liberales y rojillos que saben educar a sus niños (véanse: los míos). Este es el TBO que mis progenitores me procuraron (mentira, ya lo tenían y acabo de darme cuenta de que era más para adultos pero para niños) para explicarme todo eso de dónde vienen los niños (spoiler alert: no los trae la cigüeña).

Elaborado por la Obra Nacional de la Infancia Belga (tomayá) y llegado hasta mí gracias a la traducción y editado del Excmo. Ayuntamiento de Zaragoza. Yo que lo recordaba como un libro de los de verdad de tapa dura, resulta que es un tebeucho grapado... Pero eso es lo de menos.

Es completito, completito. Desde los cambios que sufren los adolescentes mutantes hasta el nacimiento pasando por -por supuesto- cómo se hacen los nenes y hasta una visión detallada (uso esta palabra en un sentido liberal) de cada uno de los trimestres del embarazo.

Iba a compartirlo con el mundo por aquí, pero me ha salido un fichero gigantesco, así que... Lo he puesto en sendspace y hasta que dure (nota: no duran mucho). Es un .zip para no hacerlo demasiado complicado para nadie (nota2: eso es una "carpeta comprimida"). Lo recomiendo muy mucho. De hecho siempre me ha parecido una genial idea como cuento informativo para críos y, cuando tenga zagales propios (si toca, y donde digo propios quiero decir legalmente propios) si el original que tengo ahora en mis manos termina de caerse a cachos y no encuentro copia nueva... espero les sirva la copia digital.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/dnxdue

Vaya jartón de reír...

SPANISH CLASSIC HORTERS

Dramatització

Deixa de mirar-me. No em demanis un gest, no em demanis un si.

No puc permetre'm acostumar-me a que siguis aquí. ¿Com em torno a acostumar a mi quan et vagis? ¿Què passa quan ens deixem, i no tinguem a qui tornar al final del dia? Tindré qué ser capaç d'ensenyar-me a tornar a respirar quan tinguis a algú nou a qui tornar al final de la resta dels teus dies.

I, ¿això com es fa?

Getting nowhere

If you won't even look at me how in hell are you going to see that I can't take my eyes off you?

Let Them cry

Oh how inadvertently wise you've been, condemning yourself to nothingness and living of off far off dreams -so distant and unattainable you wouldn't even want or would stick around to see realized- and nothingness itself.

For you know, there's nothing out there except, maybe, other cages. Not My Cup of Tea cages, who would want to see themselves in... well, themselves with another name anyway? There might be Different, but where is Chemistry? There might be Understanding, but there's no expressing it. Communication is not dead, it never was. Anything at all.

And it's true, that you're trapped, but so is everybody else. While they feel it so, you know it so. Have the vastness of your self-imposed walls memorized, and be always aware that you are as free as you are limited. That it's irrelevant the Where, Whose or When, not even the What; just how. And the How is not just you. You'll be hurt once and again that they don't see that, just remember you'll make of it exactly what you want it to be, no matter what truly happens in everyone else's eyes.

I say there's only you. So fuck 'em.

And off you go, birdie.