jueves, agosto 20, 2009

Placeres absurdos en su factura, perfectos en su software

Comer leche condensada a cucharadas mientras sujeto la puerta abierta del frigorífico.
Oler los libros recién comprados, aunque sean de segunda mano.
Jane Eyre.
Poner bajito a Jeff Buckley.
Coleccionar frases para el twitter.
Jugar con las sombras proyectadas sobre mi mesa de la oficina.
El Earl Grey de las cuatro de la tarde.
Mirar por la ventana de noche para ver una única estrella.
Saber que la semana que viene veré a Calígula.
Preparar las acuarelas directamente sobre la mesa blanca.
Esperar sin ver venir.
Charlotear con mis amigas.
Leer cinco veces seguidas el 3.01 del Tractatus.

1 comentario:

Hippeis dijo...

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya'
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
SOCRATES, HIMSELF, WAS PERMANENTLY PISSED...

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away;
Half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink, therefore I am"
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed!