Todd Alcott | Television
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me, look at me, look at me. Look at me. No no no, don’t look over there, there’s nothing to look at over there, look at me, look at me, look at me.Are you looking at me? Is everybody looking at me? Do I have your attention? Good.
Preludio
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Jean Giono | The Man Who Planted Trees
The Man Who Planted Trees (French title L’homme qui plantait des arbres), also known as The Story of Elzéard Bouffier, The Most Extraordinary Character I Ever Met, and The Man Who Planted Hope and Reaped Happiness, is an allegorical tale by French author Jean Giono, published in 1953.
Robert Frost | Spring Pools
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect the total sky almost without defect, and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, will like the flowers beside them soon be gone, and yet not out by any brook or river, But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
Terry Jacobus | So Edgar Allen Poe was in this Car
So Edgar Allan Poe was in this car goin’ the wrong way on ol’ 66 and it’s snowin’ hard and he’s pissed off and worried about everything so he manages to pull over to the side and his woman gets outta the car to check out the situation but Edgar…
WHITE, Steven (1989): “Martínez Rivas y Baudelaire, Dos Pintores de la Vida Moderna”
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El Anti-Rousseau
Queremos dedicar el siguiente trabajo, presentado aquí dentro de las Jornadas de La Francophonie 2013, ya cumplidos los 300 años del natalicio de Rousseau (1712-1778), a la cuestión de Du Contrato social
The Doors | Ghost Song
Awake. Shake dreams from your hair. My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day’s divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon. Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side.
Cisne Negro
Pesados son mis remos, pero aún flotan, …al cisne negro que tendió sus alas… Eres… ¿quién ahí? ni en mis horas de aislamiento me consientes; las aguas se portan iracundas, para conmigo quien le entrega sus ojos dulcísimos; jamás se me cruzó el sol como un cínico.
El Lobo
Cuando sobre sus patas camina, recoge la mesa con sus brazos de mantis; la mesa donde sacrificamos, y a la misma vez destazamos,
sin ofrecer resistencia, el cordero.