lunes, 21 de septiembre de 2009

Dixit I

As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives.

Stanger than fiction, de Marc Forster (2006)

2 comentarios:

Protervo dijo...

a mi me salvan la vida dos de fugazzeta en el cuartito y el gusto dulce que tiene LRRH entre las piernas y venir fumado en el tren un día de lluvia a la mañana y apoyar la cabeza en mis almohadas nuevas que me hacen sentir próspero.

la niña z dijo...

jajaja a mí me salvan la vida comentarios como ese los sábados a la noche en los que me toca ser sola y cocinar fideos tristes y mirar programas mal doblados en h&h

Se agradece la pasada :)