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You is kind.




You is smart.




You is important.




The Help (Tate Taylor, 2011) &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Me canso de correr hacia ningún lado



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Lana Del Rey – This Is What Makes Us Girls

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Ando buscando un Pajarito del Amor

que solía volar a mi alrededor.

Que me daba besos al volar

y me quería tanto, hasta reventar.



Ese Pajarito me recuerda a ti

y siempre te busco al dormir.

Despierto y me pongo a pensar

dónde y cuándo tú volverás.



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R O S E B U D


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El mismo día que se dio cuenta de que se había enamorado, dejó de creer en el amor. Él era perfecto a sus ojos, con la personalidad y el físico con el que había moldeado a su imaginario príncipe azul gracias a una infancia dedicada al estudio de los cuentos de hadas y películas románticas. En aquel preciso instante no esperaba un gran espectáculo de fuegos artificiales ni un gran baile para &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Había olvidado que era más fácil mojarse los labios que caminar contigo.
Perdí el ritmo cuando dijiste aquello de que...
Bueno, tú sabes de lo que hablo.

Secretos que se pierden
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I guess I will miss you...

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MARZO 1932 



He visto el romanticismo sobrevivir al realismo. He visto a los hombres olvidar a las mujeres hermosas que han poseído, olvidar a las prostitutas y recordar a la primera mujer que idolatraron, a la mujer que no fue nunca suya. La mujer que despertó en ellos el romanticismo es a que los retiene. Veo ese anhelo tenaz en Eduardo. Hugo nunca se curará de mí. Henry no podrá volver &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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y he pensado en ti.
"Silenciar una cosa sólo la magnifica"
y he recordado nuestras ausencias.
"Crece y se enquista con el silencio, se vuelve maligna..."
y mi corazón volvió a quebrarse.

Leerte es recordarme que la tristeza
 sólo es un tren de cercanías.
En 5 minutos podré hacer trasbordo a uno de larga distancia,
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Sigo vixiando desde aquí.
Aínda non se puxo o sol na costa
esperando escoitar o ruido do motor desde aquela outra esquina.
O café enfría. O corazón nun puño.
A vida que pende nun fío e o tempo apremia.
Desubiqueime contigo. E sigo aquí. Vixiando.

Noites longas en horas curtas
deitados ao carón do mar.
Dicías palabras que imitaban os filmes
pero retorcíanse ao final. Desenmascaraste.
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El gran Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
Fiesta (Ernest Hemingway)
La insoportable levedad del ser (Milan Kundera)
Los hermanos Karamazov (Fiodor Dostoievsky)
En busca del tiempo perdido (Marcel Proust)
El extranjero (Albert Camus)
El guardián entre el centeno (J.D. Salinger)
Fortunata y Jacinta (Benito Pérez Galdós)
El cuaderno dorado (Doris Lessing)
Buenos días, tristeza (Françoise Segan)
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 A quienes lleven el nombre de su madre/padre,

abuela/o y demás parientes 



Mi nombre será el nombre de mi hija

y también el de mi nieta

para así recordar los errores

que no quiero que cometan.



No entregarán el corazón al viento

no ofrecerán sonrisas a la luz de agosto

ni dulzura a la tormenta.



Mi nombre será el estigma,

la herencia que les deje

y aquello que más repudiarán.

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Doña Perfecta (Benito Pérez Galdós)



Nostalgia del acero (Lucía Fraga)





casa atlántica, casa cabaret (María Lado)



Poemas (Emily Dickinson)






Erofanía (Yolanda Castaño)


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The Beatles - Help! (1965)



Police - Syncronicity (1983)



Quique González - Kamikazes enamorados (2003)



Concha Buika - Niña de fuego (2008)



  Micah P. Hinson - and the Gospel Progress (2000)



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Back to the future [Robert Zemeckis, 1985]



When Harry met Sally [Rob Reiner, 1989]



Some like it hot [Billy Wilder, 1959]



It happened one night [Frank Capra, 1934]



Dirty Dancing [Emile Ardolino, 1987] 



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cómo la vida corre
en noches sin luz.



Estoy en casa

cuando dices te quiero

y fuera llueve.



En el infierno

hace frío contigo,

¡abrígame tú!




Tus canciones son

amor de carroñeros

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Yo

Yo
Yo

Yo

Yo
Yo
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no quiero ocultarme tras tu palabra 
que non lleva a más lado
que la del silencio perverso.
Por eso (y no por más)
quiera la vida caminar más lenta,
calcularle el peso,
bajar la cuesta
y subirla de nuevo hasta el fin.

Susurra de nuevo a mi oído
"me pones nervioso"
y volveré a sonreír porque, la casa
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Cuando era

más joven e inocente

Pensé que tú

eras mi héroe

y sólo ahora

me doy cuenta

de que hace tiempo

dejaste caer

el mito

en un bol

de chocolate.









Al otro

lado 

del bosque

llueve

lo que aquí

no se ha llorado.

Hay eclipse

de luna

todas las noches

desde que tus ojos

posaron  en mí

y rompiste

cada uno

de mis vestidos.












Incendié las cartas


que nunca 

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escusas absurdas e incompresíbeis. El quería querer e que o quixeran. O único que fixo foi querer a
quen non o quería, pedindo restos de amor antes de que pasaran pola incineradora. A onde vai todo
aquilo que pediu e nunca chega? Eu vos quería e non o soubeches ver. Imaxineivos máis veces das
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Estación de Ferrocarril de Ferrol (A Coruña), 2011


Trenes. En la estación.
Te niegas a tomar uno conmigo.
Aprovechas para hacer daño.
Te cambias de andén y sé que esperas que te siga
pero hasta aquí ha llegado mi entrega.

Soy yo quien se niega.
¿Quien tiene el poder, la influencia
para manejarte a mi antojo?
Y si te digo ven, vienes.
Si digo cómeme, lo harás,
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Facer como que non sabes nada. Facer como que non pasou nada. Facer como que foi outra persoa. Evitar respostas. Inventar días. Imaxinar vidas. A miña viaxe termina aquí, escribiu por última vez. E eu tomeille o exemplo por non contradicir.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Quiero tirarme a mi piscina imaginaria. Empapelar las paredes. Cambiar los muebles. Ser como tú. Tomarme un helado de dulce de leche.

Ciega me he quedado del susto. He perdido todos los números de teléfono. Otra vez.Permítime quedar esta noche sola &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Algunas las he acariciado, mojado o arrebatado con un beso
para volver a pronunciarlas en su orden lógico,
con el mismo tono en el que tú las pronunciaste.

Todas las veces que lo he hecho,
sus destinatarias reaccionaron de igual manera.
Con el mismo dolor,
mal disimulado tras una sonrisa.
Y también se ausentaron.

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