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A la sombra del Parnaso: Prostituta del sistema
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A la sombra del Parnaso. El porqué de este Blog. El cajón de sentencias. Porque el saber no muere, sino inspira. 161;Oh, musas, despertad ahora! 161;No nos abandonéis aún! Lunes, 29 de junio de 2015. El mar morirá en su quietud. Pues en sus olas cesarán las palabras. Una arena que no abrasa,. No hay luz ni tierra. Enviar por correo electrónico. Publicar un comentario en la entrada. Suscribirse a: Enviar comentarios (Atom). La frase de la semana. Santiago H. Gea. Ver todo mi perfil. Click en la imagen).
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Friday, December 31, 2004. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Thursday, December 30, 2004. Heart in stand by. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Wednesday, December 29, 2004. Migraine again. Pills are not working anymore. Ice is not working anymore. I need another tomography. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Tuesday, December 28, 2004. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Monday, December 27, 2004. You know it is only natural to allow instincts into the selection process. After all, it is because of them that your need to love ...
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Monday, May 31, 2004. My Tantrum at Life. Somebody please take me out of this game. I don't want to play anymore. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Sunday, May 30, 2004. An email not meant to be sent. True, I might be inept when approaching people but that does not mean I am unable to achieve closeness. Admittedly, the problem is not that you are who you are. The problem is I think I love who you are. I want passion, I want honesty, I want ecstasy, I want rapture. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Waiting for enligh...
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Sunday, October 31, 2004. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Saturday, October 30, 2004. He said some people are narcissistic thus they will always look for someone identical to them. At first I could not see my reflection. Suddenly I did. Sadly I do not want everything. In reality I want nothing. What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe? Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Friday, October 29, 2004. Listening to: The Boy Looked At Johnny. Monday, Oc...
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Saturday, April 30, 2005. Forgetting our objectives. During the journey we commonly forget its goal. Almost every profession is chosen and commenced as a means to an end but continued as an end in itself. Forgetting our objectives is the most frequent act of stupidity. Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Wanderer and His Shadow. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. I do not think so! Everything is connected and related. People might still think a profession is only a profession for I will still stand for my view:.
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012. I force myself to write. One sentence. Perhaps two. All out of context. There is no purpose. There is no meaning. Words that come to my mind. Discomfited. This is my voice. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Blog comments powered by Disqus. I know I'll say something that's halfway clever but mostly shallow and probably inaccurate on some level. Then you'll pity me for having been born.". Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis. 8226; Along unpredictable paths. 8226; A New Art Movement. 8226; CM Corp.
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Thursday, March 31, 2005. Rest in Peace.m. Ambassador of the Moon. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. She does not look like a 'Donkey-Driver'. She only looks like a trainwoman.with a scarf. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Théâtre, viens à mon secours! Je dors. Eveille-moi. Je suis perdu dans le noir, guide moi, au moins vers une bougie. Je suis paresseuse, fais-moi honte. Je suis fatigué, lève-moi. Je suis indifférent, frappe-moi. Je reste indifférente, casse-moi la figure. J’ai peur, encourage-moi. I admire in Fr...
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Tuesday, May 31, 2005. Hectic weeks. Little time to evince Determinism in Great Expectations. The completeness of a play regardless of its representation still haunts my logic. Peter Pan Syndrome; wombs that preclude human growth. No commitment to learn, eat, walk, move, love, breathe.to live. What an interesting essay that would be. If only. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. It is personal;. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Monday, May 30, 2005. Tuesday, May ...
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Wednesday, June 30, 2004. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Tuesday, June 29, 2004. Filling the void of an uninspiring day. What Classic Movie Are You? Personality tests by similarminds.com. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Monday, June 28, 2004. Removed by the author due to Googlers persistence over a disorder that should not arouse their morbid curiosities. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Sunday, June 27, 2004. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Saturday, June 26, 2004. Posted by Nietzsche's Wife. Friday, June 25, 2004.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004. Sometimes I wish I were good enough to express my thoughts through words. If I were a writer I would just exile them from my mind. Nevertheless, I am not a writer. Thus, every single piece of mind stagnates. It rottens within. It slashes within. Internally bleeding. There is nothing but traces of sanity. But what truly happens is that I wake up sweating. Breathing becomes impossible. My emotions asfixiate me. And I keep thinking, 'If only I were a writer.'. Need I say more?
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