I capítulo, Lolita - Vladimir Nabókov

Lolita, luz de mi vida, fuego de mis entrañas. Pecado mío, alma mía. Lo-li-ta: la punta de la lengua emprende un viaje de tres pasos paladar abajo para apoyarse, en el tercero, en el borde de los dientes. Lo.Li.Ta.
Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita.

¿Tuvo Lolita una precursora? Por cierto que la tuvo. En verdad, Lolita no pudo existir para mí si un verano no hubiese amado a otra... «En un principado junto al mar.» ¿Cuándo? Tantos años antes de que naciera Lolita como tenía yo ese verano. Siempre puede uno contar con un asesino para una prosa fantástica.
Señoras y señores del jurado, la prueba número uno es lo que envidiaron los serafines de Poe, los errados, simples serafines de nobles alas. Mirad esta maraña de espinas.

viernes, 29 de mayo de 2009

¡I HOPE, I THINK, I KNOW ♥!


They're trying hard to put me in my place,
And that is why I've gotta keep running,
The future is mine and its no disgrace
Cos in the end the past means nothing.

You tell me I'm free then you tie me down,
And from my chains I think its a pity,
What did it cost you to wear my crown,
You dont like me why dont you admit it.

I feel a little down today,
And I aint got much to say,
But your gonna miss me when I'm not there
You know I don't care,
You know I don't care,

As we beg and steal and borrow,
Life is hit and miss,
And this, I hope, I think, I know,

If I ever hear the names, you call,
And if I stumble catch me when I fall,
Cos baby after all,
You'll never forget my name,
You'll never forget my name.

Your trying hard to put me in my place,
And that is why Ive gotta keep running,
The future is mine and its your disgrace,
Cos in the end your laugh means nothing.

To feel a little down today,
But you aint got much to say,
Whos gonna miss you when your not there,
You know we dont care.

Cos as we beg and steal and borrow,
Life is hit and miss,
And this, I hope, I think, I know,

If I ever hear the names, you call, a
Nd if I stumble catch me when I fall,
Cos baby after all,
You'll never forget my name,
You'll never forget my name.

As we beg and steal and borrow,
Life is hit and miss,
And this, I hope, I think, I know,

If I ever hear the names, you call,
And if I stumble catch me when I fall,
Cos baby after all,
You'll never forget my name,
You'll never forget my name.
You'll never forget my name.

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