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I didnt have time to look after this blog for almost one month, but i’m coming back with some post soon – for today – just inspirations 🙂



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How Nobel peace prize nominations and decisions continue to make me a headache – Putin vs. Malala


Some time ago (pretty long time – as I feel now) Nobel Prize laureates were announced.I always follow these announcements, but the two categories I’m most interested in are Peace Prize and Literature Prize.

The Nobel Peace Prize has been awarded to 125 Nobel Laureates since 1901. We have here legends like Mother Teresa, Nelson Mendela or Martin Luther King Jr.. But we have also a lot of controversy in a field. We had Barack Obama for a start and this year we had Vladimir Putin. This cases and few more make me think that The Norwegian Nobel Committee is just a group of licking-asses idiots. Of course they have nothing to do with Putin’s nominations, but some of their decisions are just unthinkable.

A Russian advocacy group claims to have nominated Putin for the peace prize because he “actively promotes settlement of all conflicts arising on the planet.” If he promotes settlement of any conflict what-so-ever – than I’m a freaking Santa and I’m just preparing gifts right now, because – let’s face it – December is coming. 

Some comments i found and i think they are quite accurate:



It’s not I don’t like the guy – I hate the guy. Anyone who has a bit of idea of reality and has travelled maybe to Russia or Ukraine, or at least – has friends from that region – maybe share the feelings I have. What about separatists in Chechnya or the war in Georgia or  homosexual ridiculous laws that Putin signed?


Well, lets try to focused on good things. Other nominees this year that obviously didn’t get the prize, but at least the world heard about them and their stories, which is also really important. If you don’t know the story of Malala and others – you have to repair your mistake very quickly.


Nicholas Kristof wrote a perfect summary of this year decision on his facebook and I would like to end with this as a summary. Go individuals! :

So the Nobel Peace Prize goes to the Organization for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons. A great organization doing great work in places like Syria–but, still, a bureaucracy. Can’t help feeling a bit of a letdown that it didn’t go to an amazing individual like Malala, Dr. Mukwege or Edna Adan.”




Recently i didnt have much time to post anything, but i managed to have a bit today – so i chose one specific book – “‘Hopscotch”. Probably many of you know this book – but who doesnt – i reccomend you to repair this mistake.


Hopscotch (Rayuela, 1963)  has open-ended structure which invites the reader to choose between a linear and a non-linear mode of reading. The author of the book is Julio Cortázar, Argentine novelist, short story writer, essayist. Cortázar influenced an entire generation of Spanish-speaking readers and writer. Cortázar’s use of interior monologue and stream of consciousness owes much to James Joyce and other modernists, but his main influences were Surrealism.


Hopscotch is an introspective stream-of-consciousness novel where characters fluctuate and play with the subjective mind of the reader, and it has multiple endings. An author’s note suggests that the book would best be read in one of two possible ways, either progressively from chapters 1 to 56 or by “hopscotching” through the entire set of 155 chapters according to a “Table of Instructions” designated by the author. Cortazar also leaves the reader the option of choosing his/her own unique path through the narrative.


Thats more or less basic information about this book, that you can find everywhere. But let me do a little “quoting” 🙂 And specially because tomorrow is the day full of looooove all around the world, some of these will be a bit conected to the topic. So here it goes:


“She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.”




“You’re like a witness. You’re the one who goes to the museum and looks at the paintings. I mean the paintings are there and you’re in the museum too, near and far away at the same time. I’m a painting. Rocamadour is a painting. Etienne is a painting, this room is a painting. You think that you’re in the room but you’re not. You’re looking at the room, you’re not in the room.”



“Pero el amor, esa palabra… Moralista Horacio, temeroso de pasiones sin una razón de aguas hondas, desconcertado y arisco en la ciudad donde el amor se llama con todos los nombres de todas las calles, de todas las casas, de todos los pisos, de todas las habitaciones, de todas las camas, de todos los sueños, de todos los olvidos o los recuerdos. Amor mío, no te quiero por vos ni por mí ni por los dos juntos, no te quiero porque la sangre me llame a quererte, te quiero porque no sos mía, porque estás del otro lado, ahí donde me invitás a saltar y no puedo dar el salto, porque en lo más profundo de la posesión no estás en mí, no te alcanzo, no paso de tu cuerpo, de tu risa, hay horas en que me atormenta que me ames (cómo te gusta usar el verbo amar, con qué cursilería lo vas dejando caer sobre los platos y las sábanas y los autobuses), me atormenta tu amor que no me sirve de puente porque un puente no se sostiene de un solo lado…”



“Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiera elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al vesre. A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto.”

“What most people call loving consists of picking out a woman and marrying her. They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them. As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. They probably say that they pick her out because-they-love-her, I think it’s just the siteoppo. Beatrice wasn’t picked out, Juliet wasn’t picked out. You don’t pick out the rain that soaks you to a skin when you come out of a concert.”



The potato has spoken

I would like to recommend to all of you this one blog, not because its another type of meaningless spam/comercial. Because it’s my friend, and because she is brilliant and when you r reading her you can actually get to the end and have many, many thoughts during the way.

So here it is, Lady Potato:

if you want a cream for your troubled soul, try to read what she has to say 🙂 ❤