"you keep on trying and then all of a sudden it's all over and all you have left is a block of stone with scratches on it provided if there was someone to remember to have the marble scratched and set up or had time to, and it rains on it and then sun shines on it and after a while they don't even remember the name and what the scratches were trying to tell, and it doesn't matter. And so maybe if you could go to someone, the stranger the better, and give them something-a scrap of paper-something, anything, it not to mean anything in itself and them not even to read it or keep it, not even bother to throw it away or destroy it, at least it would be something just because it would have happened, be remembered even if only from passing from one hand to another, one mind to another, and it would be at least a scratch, something, something that might make a mark on something that was once for the reason that it can die someday, while the block of stone can't be is because it never can become was because it can't ever die or perish..."

"uno se esfuerza, y continúa luchando; cuando de pronto todo ha concluido y sólo nos queda un bloque de piedra con unas inscripciones, siempre que alguien se haya acordado o haya tenido el tiempo necesario para hacer grabar esas letras en el mármol. Pasa el tiempo, llueve y brilla el sol y llega un día en que nadie recuerda el nombre y lo que dicen esas letras nada importa ya. Quizá por eso, si uno puede dirigirse a alguien, cuanto más extraño mejor, y darle algo, lo que sea: un pliegue de papel o cualquier otra cosa que nada signifique por sí misma, aunque ellos no lo lean ni lo guarden, ni se preocupen siquiera por destruirlo o arrojarlo, ya es algo porque ha sucedido y puede ser recordado, pasando de una mano a otra, de una inteligencia a otra, al menos es como un grabado, algo que deja rastro, algo que existió un día, pues de otro modo no podría morir también; en tanto que el bloque de mármol jamás podría ser presente, puesto que tampoco llegará a ser pasado, es incapaz de morir o terminar..."

Absalón, Absalón. W. Faulkner.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

Because I'm interested in meeting people, not only places!

Music, Movies, and Books

Books: wind, sand & stars, war and peace, leave of grass, ficciones, etc
Movies: dead poets society, American beauty, shawshank redemption, etc
Music: pink floyd, the Beatles, Zeppelin, spinetta, divididos, etc

What I Can Share with Hosts

A good talk with beers or mates!