by telented JAKE BLANCHARD
shameless tumblring...

Fragment of Soliloquio de Segismundo in La vida es sueño

Sueña el rico en su riqueza,
que más cuidados le ofrece;
sueña el pobre que padece
su miseria y su pobreza;
sueña el que a medrar empieza,
sueña el que afana y pretende,
sueña el que agravia y ofende,
y en el mundo, en conclusión,
todos sueñan lo que son,
aunque ninguno lo entiende.

Yo sueño que estoy aquí
destas prisiones cargado,
y soñé que en otro estado
más lisonjero me vi.
¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.
¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño:
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños, sueños son.

Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Remember the first one?

unforgettable


via: xkcd

Salvador Dalí, as you should know, was made of awesome.o.O

I really think this is worth reading.

Para la libertad sangro, lucho y pervivo.
Para la libertad, mis ojos y mis manos,
como un árbol carnal, generoso y cautivo,
doy a los cirujanos.

Para la libertad siento más corazones
que arenas en mi pecho. Dan espumas mis venas
y entro en los hospitales y entro en los algodones
como en las azucenas.

Porque donde unas cuencas vacías amanezcan,
ella pondrá dos piedras de futura mirada
y hará que nuevos brazos y nuevas piernas crezcan
en la carne talada.

Retoñarán aladas de savia sin otoño,
reliquias de mi cuerpo que pierdo en cada herida.
Porque soy como el árbol talado, que retoño
y aún tengo la vida.

Miguel Hernández (performed by J.M Serrat)

Remember the urge for creating I had some posts ago?

If you're in the present you should be aware this is in the past. If you're in the future you'll think we just don't make sense. If you're in the past... get on a time machine already.

Ok. So, I will continue with that. But this situation where we are so far behind is getting to my nerves. So basically, I'll be a Stumblr here for you. Sharing whatever crap I look at in the internetz.

That doesn't make you happy? leave a comment bitch, I dare you.

Just kidding, we ♥ you.

So I shall begin.

Salamander is world's first photosynthetic vertebrate

By Brian Nelson

A solar salamander? Scientists find photosynthetic organisms living inside a vertebrate's cells for the first time.

show me those glasses!
projectedendlessly:imela:ilovecharts:alphoenix

There comes a point in every old penguin's life when you have to ask yourself:

The first key left, two more left to come. The thing about the first key was that it meant independence. Getting it two years ago represented trust, self confidence and freedom. Giving it aways foesn't mean taking all that back, but changing it for a different kind of independence. Which takes me to the second meaning of the key. Money. I won't be having fancy dinners at the Ritz anymore (which actually means no more salmon and Pinot Noir) I might be hungry some day, and that idea has started to kick in. The two keys left are the keys that open what I call home. Oh my.

Watch this





Now... as you might be widely aware as of now, i'm not quantum physicist. But when explained by a retired super hero with top of the edge 3D animation, it's kind of hard to miss the point.

My mom literally told me: "No more instruments! Not a single one! You'll have to buy it yourself if you want it. " That was (of course) after I dared to ask for a 'cajón' when she had already bought me a piano, an acoustic guitar, an electric guitar, two flutes, and saxophone.



via: comicallyvintage

Remember?
I'm nostalgic. I miss people.

Once upon a time there were four boys whose friendship and deeds transcended their little village in the mountain. At their young age the were already known to have solved criminal mysteries, caught villainous juvies and rescued youngsters in distress. Their adventures were told everywhere they went, and they would make history, they thought. That is until one day they ended up in a place of decadence without redemtion, and then their lives changed forever.

This is actually your fault, for the amazing share the other day. :D

with: ScribblerToo (this is actually ZeFrank's)




with: viscosity


with: myoats



with: odosketch


with: Flame

[iamthepenguin: smash!ng apps]

Hombres que visten de plumas grises.

Tus comos y tus saberes,

aves que se deslizan en los hilos de nuestros recuerdos.

La marea sublime

La belleza corrupta

La casa que se parte por la mitad.

Hechizos de arena.

Gitanos que vuelan en violines

cuando la Luna se asoma y resopla.

Girasoles lloran y se lamentan

por la lluvia de ceniza.

Caramelo se achicharra con

amantes suporosos que se toman de la mano.

Una pose, una expresión practicada,

un aire fingido, una cara vieja.

Tus destellos y haces de inocencia

que se atenuan al ver el camino.

Aviones que surcan las profunidades de la conciencia

y colapsan con la historia heredada.

Happy birthday says I.
The pixelated racoon Mario and some really cool Brocolees said hi from far away. A far away that with the new adress my actually be less far away than before. We would have to check with google maps or something.
I was thinking about The Evinroodes at the time I was making the letter, I would be so awesome that the brocolees would become trees. I could play the guitar, ...because I am so freaking good at it... or maybe I could play the bass, I like the image of me in a band playing the bass.
So anyways, happy birthday. :D

I'll be cryptic, so don't worry if you don't understand.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

-Alexander Pope

Social convention to me is like a rare traditional belly dance, done every time a sacred cow smiles at the whistling meadows of eternity, with singing and choreographed dramatic movements along sidewalks.

This is the country in which we will develop as scientists... Good luck everyone.

Not being able to come up with electronic based content...

This is a band I love covering a band I even love more.



Covers are just awesomesauce. (sometimes)

I will miss my aweshomz full of win friends. :)

by Dale Edwin Murray

[love all this: Hard Feelings]

You (should) know I'm not really superstitious, I can't afford to, being a pretentious scientific prick anyway, but I can understand a clear sign when I see it...

Give me back my broken night/ my mirrored room, my secret life/it's lonely here,/there's no one left to torture/Give me absolute control/over every other living soul/And lie beside me, baby,/that's an order!

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions/Won't be nothing/Nothing you can measure anymore/The blizzard, the blizzard of the world/has crossed the threshold/and it has overturned/the order of the soul/When they said repent repent/I wonder what they meant/When they said repent repent



Del señoron Leonard Cohen

In the not so strange case you're too lazy too open the link I'll tell you a few about this project. There was a book. An artist send it to another one he knew, said artist sent it back. This happened several times. In the mean time, they filled the pages with mind-blowing ink made of awesome.