Pajarito del barrio

 

The Birds from my window

A Triangulation

Evening Seagull

Pájaro de mañana

Cuatro pájaros en ramas secas

Una de estas imágenes la encontré por Internet y me gustó, la otra foto la tomé el otro día en la plaza:

    

 

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Three birds, two boys

Three birds, two boys, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.

Bird on a tree

Bird on a tree, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.

Bird on the Brink 2

Bird on the Brink 2, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.

Two on a rock

Two on a rock, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.

Other people envied Jove and me. We were clean, wholesome, sexy, together. We displayed our marriage like a trophy and we deid think that we had won it well. We polished the trophy but forgot to polish ourselves. As it shone brighter we dimmed. Did it matter if we were a little dusty, a little worn?
     Our marriage became a thing apart; that is, a thing apart from the two of us. Both of us had a touching faith in its talismanic powers of protection, and it is true that for a time a symbol can outlive the plain fact that the symbol makers haver turned elsewhere.
     We had build our safe tower, put the trophy on the roof and dared lightning to strike.

(Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries, "The Tower"). 

Volando a las Cíes

Volando a las Cíes, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.

Viendo Los Pájaros

Viendo Los Pájaros, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.

Los pájaros

Estábamos viendo Los pájaros de Hitchcock, y de repente sale Rubalcaba en un ascensor con Tippi Hedren. Ya sé que Rubalcaba está de campaña electoral y que hay que meterlo hasta en la sopa, pero esto ya me parece francamente excesivo.

El animal te observa

 

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