<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339</id><updated>2012-01-28T22:58:49.287Z</updated><category term='meditation'/><category term='David Lynch'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Walt Whitman'/><category term='tea'/><category term='poem'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='experiences'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Libros, books, poemas!!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a sub-blog of my main one, &lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/"&gt;La 69.G&lt;/a&gt;, devoted to the words of others and some other mine!! =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-8871988504709509104</id><published>2010-04-19T23:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:58:52.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>The blooming tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/S8zf04PjqYI/AAAAAAAACyY/m98M5BYEoTY/s1600/Flowering-Tea-Main-Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/S8zf04PjqYI/AAAAAAAACyY/m98M5BYEoTY/s200/Flowering-Tea-Main-Image.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like the flowering tea&lt;br /&gt;that blooms&lt;br /&gt;when steeping in the pot&lt;br /&gt;like the sips of the tea &lt;br /&gt;that slowly pervade &lt;br /&gt;my inside-body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words&lt;br /&gt;grow in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your soul permeates mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-8871988504709509104?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8871988504709509104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=8871988504709509104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/8871988504709509104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/8871988504709509104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2010/04/blooming-tea.html' title='The blooming tea'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/S8zf04PjqYI/AAAAAAAACyY/m98M5BYEoTY/s72-c/Flowering-Tea-Main-Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-3259751910170625323</id><published>2009-12-18T06:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:53:03.919Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lynch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>David Lynch's Catching the big fish</title><content type='html'>The art life&lt;br /&gt;"Bushnell Keeler, the father of my friend Toby, always had this expression: 'If you want to get one hour of good painting in, you have to have four hours of uninterrupted time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretation&lt;br /&gt;"Cinema is a lot like music. It can be very abstract, but people have a yearning to make intellectual sense of it, to put it right into words. And when they can't do that, it feels frustrating. But they can come up with an explanation from within, if they just allow it. If they started talking to their friends, soon they would see things -- what something is and what something isn't. And they might agree with their friends or argue with their friends -- but how could they agree or argue if they don't already know? The interesting thing is, they really do know more than they think. And by voicing what they know, it becomes clearer. And when they see something, they could try to clarify that a little more and, again, go back and forth with a friend. And they would come to some conclusion. And that would be valid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pace of Life&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty years ago, people were saying, "Everything's speeding up." Twenty years ago, they were still saying, "Everything's speeding up." It always seems that way. And it seems even more so now. It's crazy. When you watch a lot of TV and read a lot of magazines, it can seem like the whole world is passing you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was making Eraserhead, which took five years to complete, I thought I was dead. I thought the world would be so different before it was over. I told myself, Here I am, locked in this thing. I can't finish it. The world is leaving me behind. I had stopped listening to music, and I never watched TV anyway. I didn't want to hear stories about what was going on, because hearing these things felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At one time, I actually thought of building a small figure of the character Henry, maybe eight inches tall, and constructing a small set out of cardboard, and just stop-motioning him through and finishing it. That was the only way I could figure doing it, because I didn't have any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, one night, my younger brother and my father sat me down in a kind of dark living room. My brother is very responsible, as is my father. They had a little chat with me. It almost broke my heart, because they said I should get a job and forget Eraserhead. I had a little girl, and I should be responsible and get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I did get a job: I delivered the Wall Street Journal, and I made fifty dollars a week. I would save up enough to shoot a scene and I eventually finished the whole thing. And I started meditating. Jack Nance, the actor who played Henry, waited three years for me, holding this thought of Henry, keeping it alive. There's a scene in which Jack's character is on one side of a door, and it wasn't until a year and a half later that we filmed him coming through the other side of the door. I wondered, how could this happen? How could it hang together for so long? But Jack waited and held the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's an expression: "Keep your eye on the doughnut, not on the hole." If you keep your eye on the doughnut and do your work, that's all you can control. You can't control any of what's out there, outside yourself. But you can get inside and do the best you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world isn't going to pass you by. There's no guarantee that meditation or delivering the Wall Street Journal is going to make you a success. But with focus and with meditation—although the events of your outer life may stay the same—the way you go through those events changes and gets so much better." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the Idea&lt;br /&gt;'The Idea is the whole thing. If you stay true to the idea, it tells you everything you need to know, really. You just keep working to make it look like that idea looked, feel like it felt, sound like it sounded, and be the way it was. And it's weird, because when you veer off, you sort of know it. You know when you're doing something that is not correct because it feels incorrect. It says, "no, no; this isn't like the idea said it was". And when you're getting into it the correct way, it feels correct. It's an intuition: You feel-think your way through. You start one place, and as you go, it gets more and more finelly tuned. But all along it's the idea talking. At some point, it feels correct to you. And you hope that it feels somewhat correct to others.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;'New ideas can come along during the process, too. And a film isn't finished until it's finished, so you're always on guard. Sometimes those happy accidents occur. They may even be the last pieces of the puzzle that allow it all to come together. And you feel so thankful: How in the world did this happen?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Highway&lt;br /&gt;"At the time that Barry Gifford and I were writing the script for Lost Highway, I was sort of obsessed with the O. J. Simpson trial. Barry and I never talked about it this way, but I think the film is somehow related to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What struck me about O. J. Simpson was that he was able to smile and laugh. He was able to go golfing later with seemingly very few problems about the whole thing. I wondered how, if a person did these deeds, he could go on living. And we found this great psychology term—"psychogenic fugue"—describing an event where the mind tricks itself to escape some horror. So, in a way, Lost Highway is about that. And also the fact that nothing can stay hidden forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a Setup&lt;br /&gt;"Some mornings, in a perfect world, you might wake up, have a coffee, finish meditation, and say ‘Okay, today I’m going into the shop to work on a lamp.’ This idea comes to you, you can see it, but to accomplish it you need what I call a ’setup.’ For example, you may need a working shop or a working painting studio. You may need a working music studio. Or a computer room where you can write something. It’s crucial to have a setup, so that, at any given moment, when you get an idea, you have the place and the tools to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don’t have a setup, there are many times when you get the inspiration, the idea, but you have no tools, no place to put it together. And the idea just sits there and festers. Over time it will go away. You didn’t fulfill it – and that’s just a heartache."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep at it&lt;br /&gt;"It’s such a tricky business. You want to do your art, but you’ve got to live. So you’ve got to have a job, and then sometimes you’re too tired to do your art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if you love what you’re doing, you’re going to keep on doing it anyway… So much of what happened to me is good fortune. But I would say: Try to get a job that gives you some time; get your sleep and a little bit of food; and work as much as you can. There’s so much enjoyment in doing what you love. Maybe this will open doors, and you’ll find a way to do what you love. I hope you do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-3259751910170625323?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Catching-Big-Fish-Meditation-Consciousness/dp/1585425400' title='David Lynch&apos;s Catching the big fish'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3259751910170625323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=3259751910170625323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/3259751910170625323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/3259751910170625323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2009/12/david-lynchs-catching-big-fish.html' title='David Lynch&apos;s Catching the big fish'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-7333958604279233814</id><published>2009-09-19T21:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:23:22.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Whitman'/><title type='text'>Me Imperturbe,  by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)</title><content type='html'>Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things,&lt;br /&gt;Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they,&lt;br /&gt;Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less&lt;br /&gt;  important than I thought,&lt;br /&gt;Me toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;  or far north or inland,&lt;br /&gt;A river man, or a man of the woods or of any farm-life of these&lt;br /&gt;States or of the coast, or the lakes or Kanada,&lt;br /&gt;Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies,&lt;br /&gt;To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as&lt;br /&gt;  the trees and animals do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Imperturbe&lt;br /&gt;by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/completewritings07whitrich"&gt;The complete Writings of Walt Whitman, &lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS NEW YORK AND LONDON  1902&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1860: Chants Democratic, No. 18, page 91 ; 1867 Me Imper-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turbe, page 318; transferred to Inscriptions in 1881.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Line 1, 1860: " Me imperturbe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me standing at ease in Nature." Present read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing in 1867.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After line 4, 1860, read: "Me private, or public, or menial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or solitary all these subordinate, (I am eternally equal with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best I am not subordinate.") This sentence dropped in 188&lt;/span&gt;1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-7333958604279233814?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7333958604279233814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=7333958604279233814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/7333958604279233814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/7333958604279233814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-imperturbe-by-walt-whitman-1819-1892.html' title='Me Imperturbe,  by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-3044656231496274731</id><published>2009-05-20T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:33:24.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In memoriam, Mario Benedetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-3044656231496274731?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-memoriam-mario-benedetti.html' title='In memoriam, Mario Benedetti'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-memoriam-mario-benedetti.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3044656231496274731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=3044656231496274731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/3044656231496274731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/3044656231496274731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-memoriam-mario-benedetti.html' title='In memoriam, Mario Benedetti'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-2632209816214292367</id><published>2008-12-15T02:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:33:26.458Z</updated><title type='text'>We didn't know</title><content type='html'> &lt;img id="wy_5" style="margin: 1em 0pt 0pt 1em; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: right;" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=avwt2d9kq9n_23frmvmwgg_b"&gt;The world is full of ideas&lt;br&gt;If only the idea of you could be mine...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the year when the world learned&lt;br&gt;that the greed of the businessmen &lt;br&gt;and the constancy of a black man&lt;br&gt;can sometimes come together,&lt;br&gt; like heaven and earth sometimes come together.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You were standing and I was passing by,&lt;br&gt; I was thinking of you&lt;br&gt; and you were thinking of me&lt;br&gt; but we didn't know each other.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; An attentive observer would have thought the opposite.&lt;br&gt; Seeing us always at the same places,&lt;br&gt;buying the same goods, being attracted by the same books,&lt;br&gt; wandering around the shops as two friends that came together,&lt;br&gt; split their ways and reunite again at the exit,&lt;br&gt; commenting their findings, their shopping.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I was dreaming of meeting you &lt;br&gt; and you were seeing me in your dreams,&lt;br&gt; without knowing my face.&lt;br&gt; Everyday we crossed our ways,&lt;br&gt; but you didn't know me,&lt;br&gt; I didn't know you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-2632209816214292367?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2632209816214292367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=2632209816214292367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/2632209816214292367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/2632209816214292367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-didn-know.html' title='We didn&amp;#39;t know'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-2950681661864332116</id><published>2007-01-21T04:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T05:34:14.600Z</updated><title type='text'>"An incomplete education"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.google.com/image/papalotzincoatl/RbLppW3EiuI/AAAAAAAAABA/VwmRtZ76YFI/14-01-07_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 156px;" src="http://lh4.google.com/image/papalotzincoatl/RbLppW3EiuI/AAAAAAAAABA/VwmRtZ76YFI/14-01-07_0050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"In 1931, the Czech-born mathematician Kurt Gödel demonstrated that within  any given branch of mathematics, there would always be some propositions  that couldn't be proven either true or false using the rules and axioms  ... of that mathematical branch itself.  You might be able to prove every  conceivable statement about numbers within a system by going  &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; the system in order to come up with new rules an axioms,  but by doing so you'll only create a larger system with its own  unprovable statements.  The implication is that &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; logical system  of any complexity are, by definition, incomplete; each of them contains,  at any given time, more true statements than it can possibly prove  according to its own defining set of rules.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  "Gödel's Theorem has been used to argue that a computer can never be as  smart as a human being because the extent of its knowledge is limited by  a fixed set of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://books.google.com/books?vid=ISBN0345295706&amp;id=p47nHFd20swC&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;q=incomplete+education&amp;dq=incomplete+education&amp;amp;pgis=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 121px;" src="http://books.google.com/books?id=p47nHFd20swC&amp;pg=PP9&amp;img=1&amp;zoom=1&amp;sig=FHWH0IBJNsoP1OpgqT0aZffD-VQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; axioms, whereas people can discover unexpected truths ...  It plays a part in modern linguistic theories, which emphasize the power  of language to come up with new ways to express ideas.  And it has been  taken to imply that you'll never entirely understand yourself, since your  mind, like any other closed system, can only be sure of what it knows  about itself by relying on what it knows about itself."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-2950681661864332116?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://web.archive.org/web/20030806120103/www.miskatonic.org/godel.html' title='&quot;An incomplete education&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2950681661864332116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=2950681661864332116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/2950681661864332116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/2950681661864332116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-1931-czech-born-mathematician-kurt.html' title='&quot;An incomplete education&quot;'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-115296879873505267</id><published>2006-07-15T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:06:38.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La 69.G: "We are living in a realm of desire"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-living-in-realm-of-desire.html#links"&gt;La 69.G: "We are living in a realm of desire"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-115296879873505267?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-living-in-realm-of-desire.html#links' title='La 69.G: &quot;We are living in a realm of desire&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/115296879873505267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=115296879873505267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/115296879873505267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/115296879873505267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-69g-we-are-living-in-realm-of.html' title='La 69.G: &quot;We are living in a realm of desire&quot;'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-114933623450144597</id><published>2006-06-03T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:03:54.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j109/papalotzincoatl/789ere2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j109/papalotzincoatl/789ere2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----------------   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   The way I fall in love &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I listen to your opinions &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I listen to the answers that you give to my comments &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I see how you behave in situations &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I see how you treat me and treat others &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I talk with you and see your reactions &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I talk with others  what we enjoyed talking together first &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I look at your eyes, the way you move. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I look at how you look at me &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   --------------------- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I didn't want you as a housemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   The first day that you visited the house you seated in the table of the kitchen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I was preparing my food and I approached you to show you the labels of the Zywiec beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I looked at your eyes, you looked at my eyes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   I saw a green sea inside you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   A deep ocean of moving waters. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   The extension of the sea and the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   The power of nature. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   All in one second. And then I feared. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   For I know that oceans can bring storms. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   ------------------------ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-114933623450144597?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/114933623450144597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=114933623450144597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114933623450144597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114933623450144597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/06/gower.html' title='Gower'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-114659444402476142</id><published>2006-05-02T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:27:24.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La 69.G: Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/05/window.html#links"&gt;La 69.G: Window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the same story I am looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everybody wants a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we don't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the same window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see sunshine or heavy clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are not looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the same way and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we know what we want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not what everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says it should be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's our real story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it seems to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I look through the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and know that my story is there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maybe with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you there?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-114659444402476142?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/05/window.html#links' title='La 69.G: Window'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/114659444402476142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=114659444402476142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114659444402476142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114659444402476142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/05/la-69g-window.html' title='La 69.G: Window'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-114502910416206020</id><published>2006-04-14T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:38:24.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Undulating sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked through your ear and saw an undulating sea inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What forces, what winds move those waves?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What sun warms those waters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://collection.britishcouncil.org/html/work/work.aspx?e=15461&amp;id=46224&amp;amp;section=/exhibition/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 217px;" src="http://collection.britishcouncil.org/html/work/workimage.aspx?imageId=4089" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-114502910416206020?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/114502910416206020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=114502910416206020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114502910416206020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114502910416206020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/04/undulating-sea.html' title='Undulating sea'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-114502507426291305</id><published>2006-04-14T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:40:02.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind her eyes</title><content type='html'>I am contemplating Nicole,&lt;br /&gt;she is having a break,&lt;br /&gt;a cup of tea on her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/716/841/1600/automat_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/716/841/320/automat_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is looking at an undetermined point in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;The head bows while worlds seem to be created,&lt;br /&gt;in her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is growing inside her.&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes, in that silence,&lt;br /&gt;there is a life, older than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the woman that has no smile&lt;br /&gt;or the most beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finishes her break.&lt;br /&gt;Stands up and gives a cold-looking to the world.&lt;br /&gt;The same world she is kissing inside her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-114502507426291305?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/114502507426291305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=114502507426291305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114502507426291305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/114502507426291305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/04/behind-her-eyes.html' title='Behind her eyes'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-113636916142576393</id><published>2006-01-04T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:06:02.060Z</updated><title type='text'>La 69.G: Niqitoa ni Nezahualcoyotl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/09/niqitoa-ni-nezahualcoyotl.html#links"&gt;La 69.G: Niqitoa ni Nezahualcoyotl&lt;/a&gt;: "Niqitoa ni Nezahualcoyotl: ¿Cuix oc nelli nemohua in tlalticpac?..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-113636916142576393?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/09/niqitoa-ni-nezahualcoyotl.html#links' title='La 69.G: Niqitoa ni Nezahualcoyotl'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113636916142576393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=113636916142576393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113636916142576393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113636916142576393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-69g-niqitoa-ni-nezahualcoyotl.html' title='La 69.G: Niqitoa ni Nezahualcoyotl'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-113636843588516779</id><published>2006-01-04T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:53:55.900Z</updated><title type='text'>La 69.G: 5/05/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/05/50505.html#links"&gt;La 69.G: 5/05/05&lt;/a&gt;: "'The major problem - one of the major problems, for there are several - one of the many major problems with governing people is... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-113636843588516779?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/05/50505.html#links' title='La 69.G: 5/05/05'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113636843588516779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=113636843588516779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113636843588516779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113636843588516779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-69g-50505.html' title='La 69.G: 5/05/05'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-113622097195112542</id><published>2006-01-02T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:57:09.696Z</updated><title type='text'>El Zahir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/12/siempre-estamos-en-guerra.html"&gt;Siempre estamos en guerra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2005/12/perderse-para-encontrarse-con-uno.html"&gt;Perderse para encontrarse con uno mismo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;El Zahir, Paulo Coelho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-113622097195112542?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113622097195112542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=113622097195112542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113622097195112542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113622097195112542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/01/el-zahir.html' title='El Zahir'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-113622070280309650</id><published>2006-01-02T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:51:45.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Harmless</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'I know that astrology isn't a science,' said Gail. 'Of course&lt;br/&gt;it isn't. It's just an arbitrary set of rules like chess or tennis or,&lt;br/&gt;what's that strange thing you British play?'&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Er, cricket? Self-loathing?'&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Parliamentary democracy. The rules just kind of got there.&lt;br/&gt;They don't make any kind of sense except in terms of them-&lt;br/&gt;selves. But when you start to exercise those rules, all sorts of&lt;br/&gt;processes start to happen and you start to find out all sorts of&lt;br/&gt;stuff about people. In astrology the rules happen to be about&lt;br/&gt;stars and planets, but they could be about ducks and drakes for&lt;br/&gt;all the difference it would make. It's just a way of thinking about&lt;br/&gt;a problem which lets the shape of that problem begin to emerge.&lt;br/&gt;The more rules, the tinier the rules, the more arbitrary they are,&lt;br/&gt;the better. It's like throwing a handful of fine graphite dust on a&lt;br/&gt;piece of paper to see where the hidden indentations are. It lets&lt;br/&gt;you see the words that were written on the piece of paper above&lt;br/&gt;it that's now been taken away and hidden. The graphite's not&lt;br/&gt;important. It's just the means of revealing their indentations. So&lt;br/&gt;you see, astrology's nothing to do with astronomy. It's just to do&lt;br/&gt;with people thinking about people.&lt;br/&gt;-----------------------------------o---------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;So everything was going well was it? Everything was working&lt;br/&gt;out as if the most extraordinary luck was on his side? Well, he'd&lt;br/&gt;see about that.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In a spirit of scientific enquiry he hurled himself out of&lt;br/&gt;the window again.&lt;br/&gt;-----------------------------------o---------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;The frightening thing about the Vogons was their absolute mindless&lt;br/&gt;determination to do whatever mindless thing it was they were&lt;br/&gt;determined to do. There was never any point in trying to appeal&lt;br/&gt;to their reason because they didn't have any.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quotes from Douglas Adams’ Mostly Harmless, the fifth part of the trilogy of The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-113622070280309650?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113622070280309650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=113622070280309650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113622070280309650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113622070280309650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2006/01/mostly-harmless.html' title='Mostly Harmless'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-113574358085379735</id><published>2005-12-28T04:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-18T03:42:44.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Books and writers to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcel_Proust" title="Marcel Proust"&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavoj_Zizek" title="Slavoj Žižek"&gt;Slavoj Žižek&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Vonnegut" title="Kurt Vonnegut"&gt;Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://amador.cbsj.org/?p=2" title="A man without a country"&gt;A man without a country&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.um.es/tonosdigital/znum5/perfiles/Suzanne.htm" title="Suzanne Brøgger"&gt;Suzanne Brøgger&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://la69puntog.blogspot.com/2006/01/claire-bertschinger.html" title="Claire Bertschinger "&gt;Claire Bertschinger &lt;/a&gt;- Moving mountains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J. J. Rousseau - Emile&lt;/p&gt;David Lynch - Catching the big fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-113574358085379735?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113574358085379735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=113574358085379735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113574358085379735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113574358085379735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2005/12/books-and-writers-to-read.html' title='Books and writers to read'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-113573645271524647</id><published>2005-12-28T03:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T02:44:19.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Se non che la mia mente fu percossa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /&gt;&lt;o:p o="urn:O"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canto XXXIII de "la Divina Comedia" de Dante Alighieri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p o="urn:O"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Se non che la mia mente fu percossa&lt;br /&gt;Da un folgore, in che sua voglia tenue.&lt;br /&gt;All' alta fantasía qui manco possa:&lt;br /&gt;Ma gia volgeva il mío disiro e'l velle,&lt;br /&gt;Si come ruota, che igualmente é mossa,&lt;br /&gt;L'amor, che muove'l sole e I'altre stelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Had it not been that then my mind was struck by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a flash of lightning, wherein its wish came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here the elevated fantasy lacked vigour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But now my desire and will were already turning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as a wheel that equally is moved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love, which moves the sun and the other stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Among the three Cantiche, 'Paradise' is the most difficult to understand because it's the most philosophical."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thank you Martina!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(You did such a nice job! Just look...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Had it not been that then my mind there smote&lt;br /&gt;A flash of lightning, wherein came its wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here vigour failed the lofty fantasy:&lt;br /&gt;But now was turning my desire and will,&lt;br /&gt;Even as a wheel that equally is moved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-113573645271524647?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113573645271524647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=113573645271524647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113573645271524647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113573645271524647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2005/12/se-non-che-la-mia-mente-fu-percossa.html' title='Se non che la mia mente fu percossa'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20247339.post-113573481252498489</id><published>2005-12-28T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:53:32.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Instructions for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I N S T R U C T I O N S   F O R   L I F E&lt;br xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     When you lose, don't lose the lesson.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Follow the three Rs:&lt;br/&gt;     Respect for self&lt;br/&gt;     Respect for others and&lt;br/&gt;     Responsibility for all your actions.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Spend some time alone every day.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Be gentle with the earth.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20247339-113573481252498489?l=librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113573481252498489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20247339&amp;postID=113573481252498489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113573481252498489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20247339/posts/default/113573481252498489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librosbookspoemas.blogspot.com/2005/12/instructions-for-life.html' title='Instructions for life'/><author><name>Jose-Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507945267614699538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxGZZEDE_Qg/SUV73yBWQqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/35kii8TIx8o/S220/IMG_3222_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
