No teniendo nada más que hacer decidí escribir en el blog después de leer el blog del escritor aficionado a Green Bay. Me divirtió mucho su manera de narrar la crónica de una foto que tomo (Parece ser un foto aficionado también). Si les da flojera leerlo, les dejo una parte (que no voy a traducir para ustedes):
"... Beside me was an SUV from which two people, a bag and a blanket emerged and proceeded to brave the cold, biting, brutal wind across the sand to find a suitable spot in which to catch the beginning of the day.
I don't know if this is a hardcore romance or some sort of bizarre suicide pact; however, at some point in this budding little relationship, one of these two said to the other that it would be a good idea to go sit in the sand and watch the sunrise over Lake Michigan... In Wisconsin... In March.
Needless to say, I was actually amazed at the sheer, twisted devotion to romance this couple displayed. I mean, it's one thing to just lay in bed, warm and toasty, while gazing into the eyes of one another on a lazy Sunday morning (maybe even do the crossword puzzle together). But, it's an entirely different sort of love saying "to hell with hypothermia," shedding your jammies and heading into the world to try and catch a bit of sun on a brutally cold, gray, ugly day.
I tip my hat to you, young lovers. If your relationship can survive this, I'm pretty sure it can withstand pretty much everything else life might throw at you."
I don't know if this is a hardcore romance or some sort of bizarre suicide pact; however, at some point in this budding little relationship, one of these two said to the other that it would be a good idea to go sit in the sand and watch the sunrise over Lake Michigan... In Wisconsin... In March.
Needless to say, I was actually amazed at the sheer, twisted devotion to romance this couple displayed. I mean, it's one thing to just lay in bed, warm and toasty, while gazing into the eyes of one another on a lazy Sunday morning (maybe even do the crossword puzzle together). But, it's an entirely different sort of love saying "to hell with hypothermia," shedding your jammies and heading into the world to try and catch a bit of sun on a brutally cold, gray, ugly day.
I tip my hat to you, young lovers. If your relationship can survive this, I'm pretty sure it can withstand pretty much everything else life might throw at you."
Su manera de escribir me hace pensar que la vida no ha sido agraciada con él, pero que aún así la sobrelleva. ¿Qué podía esperar? Es un escritor... Bueno, yo soy matemático, quizá hay un poco de empatia en eso (Son trabajos muy poco remunerados, que causan asombro, susto o rechazo en las personas o todo al mismo tiempo). Le deje un comentario, más bien, una frase de Billie Holiday:
In this country, don't forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There's no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country, it's the worst kind of hell for those who love you.
Me gustó y quedaba adhoc a la entrada. Otra cosa, no sé que tan mal se escuche two people en inglés, en español (dos gentes) se oye horrible. Disculpas por la presentación de esta entrada no entiendo porqué se publico de esta forma.
In this country, don't forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There's no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country, it's the worst kind of hell for those who love you.
Me gustó y quedaba adhoc a la entrada. Otra cosa, no sé que tan mal se escuche two people en inglés, en español (dos gentes) se oye horrible. Disculpas por la presentación de esta entrada no entiendo porqué se publico de esta forma.
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