'm really tired. I have black hands and feet, and to give an idea of \u200b\u200bthe disorder of my room (ie more disorder than usual), when I wanted to sit at the computer to write this, for a second did not find the keyboard.
two days ago brought the boxes and wooden table I use as a desk, computer table and perhaps television. Today was what most expected: the library.
The three larger boxes I have of the books are moving, so put them in the library does have a lot more space in the room. But by God, I had forgotten what it was huge boxes rise and fall, blow the dust off those books
never returned to play in my life, accommodate them obsessively to see where I put each one and what position. If I put the paperback horizontal space saving, does not it, and where to put books of poetry, next to the Theatre or near Philosophy?.
found everything from literature Argentina, England, fantasy, philosophy, essays, novels, astronomy, story books, esoteric, anthologies, books away (such as "The Countess heretic" or "outsider", I say titles all), books I read very small (with FORMIT colors), a teenager, and I did not read books I read never or four times.
I began to think that the library says a lot. No home library, this does not say anything more than generalities and uncertain things. But the library is in the room itself is that they jealously keep close, and not let the family so easily access it. My friend L. have one in your room, where they are from comic books in English, to Japanese poetry, and deaths Venetian. All accompanied by adornitos as dolls and robots, a round wool.
before speaking of books, I have to stop to tell them what happened when the guy who brought the put. Very nice, although he spoke a little cumbia, my mother asked us how to differentiate the top of the bottom in the library, since it is the same for every point of view. Then he says: "For where grows the tree?" To I reply "Up" (Yes, I am a scholar), and told us we had to look for where were the lines of the wood if up or down. We exclaim, "Ahhhhh!" Shocked and almost amazed. Now I'm thinking, like the stripes are diagonal and other lines, then ... would not it be the same for either side? The stripes would be up or down depending on how you want to think. I got the dog, and one made of melanin. Following
books, which were very helpful when measuring the distance from the desk in the library I wanted, I think that is how, or better than the songs. We all spent some After listening to a song and instantly the hearts of us for a few seconds, or try to contain the smile fool in the middle of the group.
When pulled the boxes of books gave me really want to laugh, and to meet others I was sad.
I took the books of Paulo Coelho in shame, and those who speak of Anne Boleyn with a smile, Harry Potter with melancholy, Jostein Gaarder with happiness, and Benedetti with love.
remembered the first time impressed me a book. You do not even read it, but had gone to a bookstore with my mom, and she asked a girl if she had a book for people who had lost a family member or something like that on the death of a loved one, because my aunt had died. Sought, he mentioned the titles I had, my mom flipped through a few and decided to buy one.
What surprised me was that she had a need, went looking for a bookstore, and took a book supposedly for that need. That with my eyes of twelve years old or less, it was pretty weird.
So I recalled some books that meet my needs, whims and peculiarities in these years, and so did the list below.
Books ...
.. relent: Chocolate, Joanne Harris.
.. laugh: The Maid of Orleans, Voltaire.
to laugh .. Argentina: Whoever is thirsty, Abelardo Castillo.
.. laugh to English: Pygmalion, George Bernard Shaw.
.. a girl of fourteen years: The princess who believed in fairy tales, Marcia Grad
.. a typical Susanita: Stories of Love, a collection of different authors (Collection: "The Pit and the pendulum "of American Publishers.)
.. learn how to write a personal diary as God intended: The Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn, Robin Maxwell.
.. read an old romance novel to the point of disgusting: Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.
.. get the curiosity and cruelty in: brutal Amores, Carlos Chernov.
.. you explode the heart Love, women and life, Mario Benedetti.
.. you explode the heart of Buenos Aires Frenchified sadness: twilight Except, Julio Cortázar.
.. learn how to scare the peasants and citizens deluded: Mythological beings Argentine Adolfo Columbres.
.. travel to another world Sophie's World, Gaarder Josein.
.. To disengage intellectually accusations: Fuente Ovejuna, Lope de Vega.
.. feed the painful kitsch: any anthology of Alfonsina Storni.
.. read and want to have lived there and at that time: De Profundis, Oscar Wilde.
.. summer reading, I think: Love in the Time of Cholera, Garcia Marquez.
.. enjoy an afternoon: Chronicle of a Death Foretold, Garcia Marquez.
give a guy .. big nose: love poetry, Quevedo.
.. give to anyone: The Alchemist, or last remove Paulo Coelho.
two days ago brought the boxes and wooden table I use as a desk, computer table and perhaps television. Today was what most expected: the library.
The three larger boxes I have of the books are moving, so put them in the library does have a lot more space in the room. But by God, I had forgotten what it was huge boxes rise and fall, blow the dust off those books
never returned to play in my life, accommodate them obsessively to see where I put each one and what position. If I put the paperback horizontal space saving, does not it, and where to put books of poetry, next to the Theatre or near Philosophy?. found everything from literature Argentina, England, fantasy, philosophy, essays, novels, astronomy, story books, esoteric, anthologies, books away (such as "The Countess heretic" or "outsider", I say titles all), books I read very small (with FORMIT colors), a teenager, and I did not read books I read never or four times.
I began to think that the library says a lot. No home library, this does not say anything more than generalities and uncertain things. But the library is in the room itself is that they jealously keep close, and not let the family so easily access it. My friend L. have one in your room, where they are from comic books in English, to Japanese poetry, and deaths Venetian. All accompanied by adornitos as dolls and robots, a round wool.
before speaking of books, I have to stop to tell them what happened when the guy who brought the put. Very nice, although he spoke a little cumbia, my mother asked us how to differentiate the top of the bottom in the library, since it is the same for every point of view. Then he says: "For where grows the tree?" To I reply "Up" (Yes, I am a scholar), and told us we had to look for where were the lines of the wood if up or down. We exclaim, "Ahhhhh!" Shocked and almost amazed. Now I'm thinking, like the stripes are diagonal and other lines, then ... would not it be the same for either side? The stripes would be up or down depending on how you want to think. I got the dog, and one made of melanin. Following
books, which were very helpful when measuring the distance from the desk in the library I wanted, I think that is how, or better than the songs. We all spent some After listening to a song and instantly the hearts of us for a few seconds, or try to contain the smile fool in the middle of the group.
When pulled the boxes of books gave me really want to laugh, and to meet others I was sad.
I took the books of Paulo Coelho in shame, and those who speak of Anne Boleyn with a smile, Harry Potter with melancholy, Jostein Gaarder with happiness, and Benedetti with love.
remembered the first time impressed me a book. You do not even read it, but had gone to a bookstore with my mom, and she asked a girl if she had a book for people who had lost a family member or something like that on the death of a loved one, because my aunt had died. Sought, he mentioned the titles I had, my mom flipped through a few and decided to buy one.
What surprised me was that she had a need, went looking for a bookstore, and took a book supposedly for that need. That with my eyes of twelve years old or less, it was pretty weird.
So I recalled some books that meet my needs, whims and peculiarities in these years, and so did the list below.
Books ...
.. relent: Chocolate, Joanne Harris.
.. laugh: The Maid of Orleans, Voltaire.
to laugh .. Argentina: Whoever is thirsty, Abelardo Castillo.
.. laugh to English: Pygmalion, George Bernard Shaw.
.. a girl of fourteen years: The princess who believed in fairy tales, Marcia Grad
.. a typical Susanita: Stories of Love, a collection of different authors (Collection: "The Pit and the pendulum "of American Publishers.)
.. learn how to write a personal diary as God intended: The Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn, Robin Maxwell.
.. read an old romance novel to the point of disgusting: Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen.
.. get the curiosity and cruelty in: brutal Amores, Carlos Chernov.
.. you explode the heart Love, women and life, Mario Benedetti.
.. you explode the heart of Buenos Aires Frenchified sadness: twilight Except, Julio Cortázar.
.. learn how to scare the peasants and citizens deluded: Mythological beings Argentine Adolfo Columbres.
.. travel to another world Sophie's World, Gaarder Josein.
.. To disengage intellectually accusations: Fuente Ovejuna, Lope de Vega.
.. feed the painful kitsch: any anthology of Alfonsina Storni.
.. read and want to have lived there and at that time: De Profundis, Oscar Wilde.
.. summer reading, I think: Love in the Time of Cholera, Garcia Marquez.
.. enjoy an afternoon: Chronicle of a Death Foretold, Garcia Marquez.
give a guy .. big nose: love poetry, Quevedo.
.. give to anyone: The Alchemist, or last remove Paulo Coelho.
.. give a man crazy and good: Poems Almafuerte.
.. demystify the books that gave us the teacher in the school were very bad: Martin Fierro, José Hernández.
.. know a little of the universe and have something else to step Chamuyando: History of the Stars, Mariano Ribas.
daily rave ..: Bestiary, Julio Cortázar.
Finally,
book to make love for art's sake: cleavage area, Liliana Heker.
I'm going to keep ordering ..
