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Sometimes, I think I can say something.
Thursday, 29 March 2007
This is my new blog's address:
http://argie-mibosque.blogspot.com/
argie posted @ 00:06 - Link - comments
Tuesday, 17 October 2006
After almost two years fighting for a woman's heart, I feel I lose. But as sad as I feel for it, the really uneasy is not to have to fight anymore.
I think I understand how a warrior feels at peacetime.
At least, a fanatical warrior.
argie posted @ 22:36 - Link - comments (14)
Tuesday, 18 April 2006
Volviendo

Este lugar me da miedo.
Todos hablan raro.
Como yo.


Coming back

This place scares me.
Everybody talks funny.
Just like me.
argie posted @ 16:42 - Link - comments
Sunday, 26 March 2006
Historia escuchada en lo que podría ser una fogata, si existieran fogatas en el fondo de los ríos.

Esta podría ser una historia triste.
Tal vez alguna gente se ponga triste al escucharla. Pero no es así...
A orillas de un arroyo se conocieron cierta vez un hombre-pez y una mujer-invierno, cuando uno era apenas un levin pulmonado y la otra una incipiente primavera.
Por esas cosas que no nos está permitido conocer, se reconocieron como parte de un todo... No del todo que hace que los hombres-peces sean un todo con las mujeres-peces, o las mujeres-invierno con los hombres-invierno, porque si así fuera, esta sería una historia muy diferente.
Y, naturalmente, se amaron.
Y, también naturalmente, el amor terminó, como todas las cosas que no es natural que ocurran.
Pero eso que era más grande de que formaban parte estaba todavía ahí. Y, sintiéndose muy felices por eso, trataron de conservarlo. Y fue todo bien, hasta que el alevin comenzó a convertirse en pez y la mujer pasaba al otoño... Los pequeños pulmones se le fueron atrofiando y cada vez le costaba más pasar el tiempo junto a ella, que ya casi era invierno...
Y un día, casi sin darse cuenta, ella fue invierno... Y congeló el río del hombre-pez... Y por la increíble necesidad de ser parte de eso más grande, el hombre-pez quedó del lado equivocado, es decir, junto a ella.
Pasaba su vida mientras lo que quedaba de sus pulmones se consumía en un aire que ahora le resultaba extraño mirando la fuerte corriente corriendo debajo de la capa de hielo transparente... Para su gran pesar, empezaba a disfrutar los momentos en que ella estaba lejos, porque se descongelaban charcos en la superficie del hielo en los que podía revolcarse mientras miraba hacia la corriente que, poderosa, lo llamaba con la voz de lo que uno realmente es.
Siempre pudo optar por romper el hielo y escapar hacia su lugar, pero el pasado y eso que era más grande lo retenían con tanta fuerza como el miedo y la certeza del dolor de ambos... Porque una vez en la corriente, él sabía que ya no volvería, y ella sabía que ya nunca podría sentir el agua corriendo entre sus dedos.
No era una decisión fácil, así que sucedió lo que casi siempre pasa en estos casos. El hombre-pez, ya sólo sostenido por la poca agua que podía hacer pasar por sus debilitadas branquias desde los charcos, juntó el poco valor que le quedaba, escuchó por última vez las canciones de los pájaros de invierno e hizo el agujero...
No sabemos si él lloró, porque en el río las lágrimas forman parte del todo... Y de ella, de ella no sabemos nada, porque nunca la volvimos a ver.
argie posted @ 23:12 - Link - comments (5)
Sunday, 05 February 2006
A little on Sci-Fi.
I've just watched Serenity.
Also, recently finished BG first year (waiting for my 2nd year pack from Amazon).
Well, Serenity is great. They did a great use of the money, but isn't better than some episodes from the series (Objects in Space and Out of Gas comes to mind). Also, viewing the deleted scenes, I found very interesting the choices Whedon made on the editing room: he favored the pouring of information over the exposition usual in most Hollywood stuff.
I have the seven years of Buffy on hold to see how he has evolved to that point.

Battlestar Galactica.
What to say that wasn't already said? Truly good character driven story. Helped for some very good characterizations (and almost sunk for Sharon... I hoped she was killed soon, to discover in despair that she is Legion, and pregnant).
I found only two things confusing. One was solved (in a very lame way, as I found looking into the deleted scenes): it was why in Hell the Socinus' character was in the Raptor going to Kobol and not in prison?. There is an stupid deleted scene in which the Chief took him out of the Brig (sp?). They did the right choice: is better the audience think that you make a mistake than to confirm that you ran out of good ideas to solve minimal issues.
The other thing goes around the Baltar Test. Baltar made its beta test on Sharon and he got and instantaneous correct answer. In the next episode (and in some others for a long time) most of his "personal (selfish) drama" turns around him having to make the test on everybody in the fleet... And the test takes 11 hours to be made!... Also, we learn that he will make everybody pass the test! So, there is no other reason to make it to take that long than to justify the plot for... only one episode!!! As later he went for the political plot... Maybe I'm missing something.

On Star Wars: it sucks big. Except for The Empire Strikes Back, and I sense the dark hand of Kasdan all over it (from the dialogues to the mise en escene), which sucks a bit less.

Starship Troopers: best parody (not satire, you illiterates) of propaganda war films I've seen. Nothing better to do from that book, except that you take the time to really deepen on all the details of that failed eutopia (as it isn't even a dystopia, ala 1984. More like The Iron Dream by Spinrad, just that taken seriously).

Babylon 5: I saw the first episodes, got disappointed, then got back and watched the last ones. Looked like a different show. I plan to buy it sometime in the future to see it all.

D'Orsai cycle: I've only read Soldier Ask Not. Just brilliant.
I have three books of it on hold, as they seems to be the 4, 5 and 6 of the series. It's necessary to read the other 3 first to enjoy them or can I try those without too much pain?
argie posted @ 06:41 - Link - comments
Sunday, 08 January 2006
And the fine Englishmen of "Sight & Sound", put The Holy Girl (La niña santa) in second place in 2005!
http://www.bfi.org.uk/sightandsound/feature/49257
Don't miss how the critics voted:
http://www.bfi.org.uk/sightandsound/feature/49258
I told you it was better than The Swamp (La ciénaga)... 
Congrats again, Lucre.
argie posted @ 01:01 - Link - comments (2)
Sunday, 01 January 2006
Looks like New Yorkers have good taste:
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/25/movies/25scot.html
The last (and second) movie of my friend Lucrecia is 4th in the 10 best movies of 2005.
Congrats, Lucrecia!

If you are not registered, log in with ID = gamers - password = gamers
argie posted @ 15:20 - Link - comments (2)
Thursday, 22 December 2005
Lo prometido: dos días de navegación en pocas imágenes.
Como por razones desconocidas no puedo insertar imágenes, acá van las direcciones:

As I've promised: two days of navigation in a few pisctures.
As, for unknown reasons, I can't insert images, here are the urls:

http://dosomefink.com/index.php?ind=gallery&op=foto_show&ida=46
http://dosomefink.com/index.php?ind=gallery&op=foto_show&ida=48
http://dosomefink.com/index.php?ind=gallery&op=foto_show&ida=47
http://dosomefink.com/index.php?ind=gallery&op=foto_show&ida=49
http://dosomefink.com/index.php?ind=gallery&op=foto_show&ida=50
argie posted @ 17:54 - Link - comments (6)
Sunday, 11 December 2005
Perdón por no actualizar el blog esta última semana... Pasaron muchas cosas de alto impacto emocional en mi vida.
Ayer me pasé el día navegando en el velero de mi amiga Lucrecia.
Tengo quemaduras solares importantes, pero la pasamos excelente.
No navegamos a vela por inexperiencia (hay que considerar que, por ejemplo, fue la primera vez que Lucrecia usó el ancla del barco...).
Pronto pondré algunas fotos a disposición del público.

Sorry for not updating the blog this last week... Many things have passed of high emotional impact in my life. I spent the day yesterday navigating in the sailboat of my friend Lucrecia. I got some serious sunburns, but it was great. We did not navigate by sail by inexperience (it is necessary to consider that, for example, it was the first time that Lucrecia used the anchor of the boat...). Soon I will put some photos to public's disposition.
argie posted @ 17:03 - Link - comments
Tuesday, 06 December 2005
Ayer tuve un día agitado...
Aprendí dos cosas:
- lo devastador que es decirle a alguien por quien sentís algo que no es una buena persona.
- lo hermoso que es que una persona hermosa te diga que cree que nunca va a querer a alguien como te quiere a vos.
Los días en que se aprende son días hermosos.

Yesterday I had an hectic day...
I learnt two things:
- how devastating is to say to someone for whom you feel something that she isn't a good person.
- how beautiful is that a beautiful person says to you that she believes that never will love somebody as she loves you.
The days in which you learn are beautiful days.
argie posted @ 13:38 - Link - comments (3)
Sunday, 04 December 2005

Alone


In the dark

a clock is ticking

the soundtrack of my life.

I'm talking to myself,

and others

waiting for the dark to enter my head

to quiet all the voices

of people who is not here

and mine over all,

creating insomniac fables

on infinite lives

and infinite loves

but feeling nothing.

argie posted @ 18:14 - Link - comments
Friday, 02 December 2005
I just added an English version of "Niña cuando duermes" ("Child When She Sleeps") in the december 1 entry.
argie posted @ 16:56 - Link - comments

La vida, de nuevo.


... Y un día me encuentro construyendo mi vida alrededor de la suya.

Entonces, a pesar de todos los miedos y de todas las melancolías, me veo más fuerte. Me creo más fuerte.

Tal vez por esas cosas del deseo la veo más fuerte a ella también.

Veo que pasan cosas maravillosas, Veo el sentido del azar y la necesidad, en esas partes en que la angustia sólo ve caos.

Veo que pasan cosas maravillosas.

Pero la ilusión se desvanece, desgarrando el velo de la realidad... Un desgarro en el corazón.

No soy tan fuerte. No estamos tan bien. Los fantasmas tienen su fiesta y se ceban de todo lo hermoso.

Trato de no perder la fe, trato desesperadamente de no perder la confianza. Me aferro al mismo dolor y la furia me atraviesa e irradia de mi. Danzo con Shiva el fin de los mundos y busco la aniquilación. Pero no soy tan fuerte.

Aprendo.

Busco la calma.

Espero.

Espero.

Espero.

Se que me voy a equivocar de nuevo. Tengo miedo. Pero voy a seguir esperando. Aguantando. Viviendo.

Hasta donde pueda. Hasta empujar un poco el límite.

Se que la locura no me va a alcanzar. Y me equivoco.

Más allá del miedo, sigo estando.

Siempre.

Por siempre.

Tuyo.

Nuestro.

Indestructible en mi infinita fragilidad.

argie posted @ 15:30 - Link - comments
Thursday, 01 December 2005
Un poema en español:

Niña cuando duermes


Veo su cara en la almohada.

Aún dormida, parece enojada.

Y es la cara de una niña.

Que sueña que es mujer cada vez que despierta.

Por eso está enojada.

Por eso odia despertar.

Buscando en la eternidad del útero del sueño

lo que no puede encontrar en la trabajosa realidad

del amor y de la vida.


Pero a veces, muy de vez en cuando

se despierta y sonríe.

Y el mundo se ilumina.


English version, sponsored by Babra and Babelfish:

I see her face in the pillow. 

Still slept, she seems angered. 

And it is the face of a child. 

Who dreams she is a woman when she wakes up.

For that reason she is angered.

For that reason she hates to wake up.

Looking for in the eternity of the uterus of the dream

what she cannot find in the arduous reality

of the love and the life.

But sometimes, very once in a while 

she awakes and smiles.

And the world is illuminated.

argie posted @ 17:41 - Link - comments (3)
Wednesday, 30 November 2005
On the movie "The Constant Gardener".

I've read the book and left me very unimpressed, considering LeCarré writing skills.
Yesterday I saw the movie... What to say? It is true that is easiest to do a great film from a bad novel than from a good one. By far, best film based on LeCarré works that I remember.
The screenwriter focused on the best of the book and make it the driven force of the tale: the relationship between Justin and Tess and how him loss his faith and recovered it through his woman's work.
All this wrapped out on an impressive cinematography (with details like Fiennes doing the camera in his POV shots) and a montage that is driven by the protagonist emotions more than by the story plot.
I doubt it will be remembered as a great movie, but I was very happy to see all that good work coming from an almost crappy book.
argie posted @ 17:44 - Link - comments
I plan to make a short animated movie from this one next year:

High heels

Blue, black and white.
Blue, black and white.
The lighting draws the night. Once and again.
The thunder follows soon announcing the rain, and the rain was there.
Raindrops falling fast. Red drops falling slow at the little stream by the sidewalk.
He was looking at the steel, the beautiful steel, as the rain cleaned it of blood. Fresh blood.
Red flash. The good knife -chomp, chomp- on the tender meat -shick, shick.
The noise of the rain covering his cruel smile on his blank face.
The last drops of blood fell on the running water under his legs, as he sat at the curb.
A thunder and the rain ends.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Like a clock, closing in.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Another memory of absolute freedom, black and white and red. The tiny shoes, the high heels, the terrorized little face in black and white. The good steel exploding in red. Once and again.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Closing in to his back. Young meat. His muscles flexing under the wet clothes.
Tick, tock, now hesitant. Silence at his back.
'Just in time', he mumbled.
And he jumped to stand and face, just to drop to his knees and cry.
Clink, clink, the knife in the pavement, as an echo of his own voice coming from a distant age repeated,
'Just in time'.
Tick, tock, as the cloven hooves closed and the horned shadow covered him.
The laugh, as a thunder, ends.
Rain.
argie posted @ 16:04 - Link - comments (2)
Tuesday, 29 November 2005
Lets start this thing with a poem:

Plowing

I feel the plow
ripping through my ribs
in the hope my chest makes a good soil
for the seeds of something I don't know.
argie posted @ 18:12 - Link - comments (2)
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