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“El lenguaje humano es como una olla vieja sobre la cual marcamos toscos ritmos para que bailen los osos, mientras al mismo tiempo anhelamos producir una música que derrita las estrellas.” (Gustave Flaubert)
“I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorios, and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Certain numbers were the same way and certain dates and these with the names of the places were all you could say and have them mean anything. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates. Gino was a patriot, so he said things that separated us sometimes, but he was also a fine boy and I understood his being a patriot. He was born one.”
(Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms)
“Volando voy, volando vengo. Por el camino yo me entretengo.
Enamorado de la vida, aunque a veces duela, si tengo frío busco candela.”
(Kiko Veneno)
“Soy y seré a todos definible,
mi nombre tengo que daros,
cociente diametral siempre inmedible
soy de los redondos aros”
(mnemónico de Manuel Golmayo que nos indica las 20 primeras cifras de Pi)
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