El Sonido De La Libertad, El Sonido De La Bicicleta

Colibrito!

Ruby Topaz Hummingbird by Ray

Les presentamos la primera imagen oficial del mejor festival de cine de México… el @ficm

Banksy!

Hidden Beached Whale Revealed in 17th-Century Dutch Painting

When art conservators in the United Kingdom were cleaning a 17th-century Dutch seascape, they found a surprise: an image of a beached whale that had been hidden for at least 150 years.

Oh, You never expect a whale!

Why, I briefly wondered as I took seat on the sofa [with Roger Penrose], did everyone but me seem to find caffeinated beverages more conducive than alcohol to pondering the mystery of existence?

Jim Holt Why Does the World Exist?: An Existential Detective Story

toska [tohs-kah]

(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” (via wordsnquotes)

Not just the way we see red when we get angry—that too, moreover; it is only erroneously that one considers it something that is an occasional exception, without suspecting what deep and general law one has touched upon!—but rather like this: things swim in emotions the way water lilies consist not only of leaves and flowers and white and green but also of "gently lying there"

Robert Musil

The WDC - 'Safe and Free'

Ballenas seguras y libres, en todos lados

Don’t trust the preacher, don’t trust the newspaper, don’t trust the radio set, don’t trust the billboards, don’t trust the pretty label on the liquor bottle where it says eight years old; it’s all big black lies. When I hear the whistle, I don’t even believe the train’s coming. I got a radical nature, and I can’t help it.

Joseph Mitchell, Up in the Old Hotel

Model!