martes, mayo 30, 2006

the sandman

"-Are you crying?
-No, I'm bleeding"

Conversation between two dreamers in The Wake.

"- I think the whole world's gone mad.
- Uh-Uh. It's always been like this.
You probably just don't get out enough."

Sexton and Death, in Death: The High Cost of Living.

"-What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?"

Dream to Lucifer and the citizens of Hell, in Preludes and Nocturnes.

"-People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."

John Dee, in Preludes & Nocturnes.

"It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored."

Rose Walker, in The Doll's House.

"-To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."

Hob Gadling, toasting upon Dream's journey to Hell in Season of Mists.

"-His madness... His madness keeps him sane."
- And do you think he is the only one, my sister?"

Delirium and Dream, in Fables and Reflections.

"-Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart."

Rose Walker, talking to Desire about love in The Kindly Ones.

"-I didn't know you could stop being a God.
-You can stop being anything."

Delirium and Dream conversating, in Brief Lives.

"-You don't have to stay anywhere forever."

Edwin Payne, in Season of Mists.

jueves, mayo 18, 2006


Estos nunca me decepcionan...

cuando todos se vayan

"Cuando todos se vayan a otros planetas
yo quedaré en la ciudad abandonada
bebiendo un último vaso de cerveza,
y luego volveré al pueblo donde siempre regreso
como el borracho a la taberna
y el niño a cabalgar
en el balancín roto.
Y en el pueblo no tendré nada que hacer,
sino echarme luciérnagas a los bolsillos
o caminar a orillas de rieles oxidados
o sentarme en el roído mostrador de un almacén
para hablar con antiguos compañeros de escuela.

Como una araña que recorre
los mismos hilos de su red
caminaré sin prisa por las calles
invadidas de malezas
mirando los palomares
que se vienen abajo,
hasta llegar a mi casa
donde me encerraré a escuchar
discos de un cantante de 1930
sin cuidarme jamás de mirar
los caminos infinitos
trazados por los cohetes en el espacio."

J. Teillier.

viernes, mayo 05, 2006


Estoy incomunicado.

La peor pesadilla, no tener Internet a medianoche, ya hace una semana, la peor.

En realidad, estoy exagerando. Siempre exagero, no es para tanto, como tantas cosas.

Unos robotitos.