domingo, 21 de abril de 2013

REFUGIO ESCOLAR PORTEÑO

Sagrado Corazón de Almagro. 
Profesorado de Lengua y Literatura.
Turno Vespertino.
Edificio Sellán. 
Aula 23. 

TARZAN EN EL BEAUTY ROOM


- ¿Qué te vas a hacer?
- Media pierna.
- ¿La mitad de arriba o la mitad de abajo?
- …

jueves, 28 de marzo de 2013

SUICIDE NOTE



En un día como el de hoy, hace setenta y dos años, Virginia Woolf juntó piedras y las guardó en los bolsillos de su abrigo. Antes de salir de su casa, y de arrojarse al río Ouse, escribió: 
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.
El cuerpo de Virginia fue encontrado el día 18 de abril.