Hace 200 años se estrenó la 9ª sinfonía de Beethoven.
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R. R. R. (✞ 6-V-2019)
"Quando vier a primavera, / se eu já estiver morto, / as flores florirão da mesma maneira [...]."
Fernando Pessoa, Poesía II. Los poemas de Alberto Caeiro 2. Poemas inconjuntos, Apéndices, ed. bilingüe de Juan Barja y Juana Inarejos, Abada Editores, Madrid, 2011, pp. 26 y 27.
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Hace 180 años nació don Benito Pérez Galdós.
[Ilustraciones: Tyto Alba, en Fernando G. Delgado y Tyto Alba, Benito Pérez Galdós. El narrador de un mundo, Vegueta, Barcelona, 2019, pp. 4 y 24.]
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Un año más sin encontrar lo buscado.
Jorge Luis Borges, "Final de año", en Obra poética. 1923/1985, Emecé Editores, Buenos Aires, 1998, p. 35.
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Aquí estubo Cauduro.
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Leonard Cohen († 7/XI/2016)
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Julie de Graag, Menselijke schedel, 1916.
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José Emilio Pacheco murió hace ocho años.
"Tres poemas mortales - I. Cuerda", en Tarde o temprano. [Poemas 1958-2009], ed. de Ana Clavel, FCE, México, 2014, p. 513.
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Susan Sontag, Illness as Metaphor, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, Nueva York, 1978, p. 3.
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Dos páginas de "L. Cohen: una vida", de Jason. En ¡Oh, Josefina!, trad. de Óscar Palmer, Astiberri, Bilbao, 2020, pp. 60 y 90.
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Please, This Shit Has Got To Stop
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Reminiscencia, grabado de José Guadalupe Posada, publicado en 1947 por Arsacio Vanegas.
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Feliz cumpleaños 71 a este individuo: el buen y viejo Charlie Brown
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"The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline but rather the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity."
Glenn Gould nació hace 89 años.
(Foto: portada del librillo de Glenn Gould. A State of Wonder. The Complete Goldberg Variations 1955 & 1981.)
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Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by / For you may be the next to die / They wrap you up in a big white sheet / From your head down to your feet / They put you in a big black box / And cover you up with dirt and rocks / And all goes well for about a week / And then your coffin begins to leak / And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out / The worms play pinochle on your snout / They eat your eyes, they eat your nose / They eat the jelly between your toes / A big green worm with rolling eyes / Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes / Your stomach turns a slimy green / And puss pours out like whipping cream / You spread it on a slice of bread / And that's what you eat when you're dead / And the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in / The worms that crawl in are lean and thin / The ones that crawl out are fat and stout / Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out / Your brain comes tumbling down your snout / And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out / They crawl all over your dirty snout / Your chest caves in and your eyes pop out / And your brain turns to sauerkraut / They invite their friends, and their friends too / They all come down to chew on you / And this is what it is to die / I hope you had a nice goodbye / Did you ever think as a hearse goes by / That you may be the next to die / And your eyes fall out and your teeth decay / And that is the end of a perfect... day
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