Lima Quotes

Sama juga kalau untuk contoh lelaki. Kalau baca Al - Quran hari-hari, tapi main bola nampak kepala lutut,tak cukup balik lagi.Atau kalau solat lima waktu sehari semalam tapi pegang tangan anak dara orang bukan mahram sesuka hati, tu belum cukup baik lagi.

Saya tak tahu, berapa waktu yang tersisa untuk saya. Satu jam, satu hari, satu tahun, sepuluh, lima puluh tahun lagi? Bisakah waktu yang semakin sedikit itu saya manfaatkan untuk memberi arti keberadaan saya sebagai hamba Allah di muka bumi ini? Bisakah cinta, kebajikan, maaf dan syukur selalu tumbuh dari dalam diri, saat saya menghirup udara dari Yang Maha?

India Lima Yankee

دیگر به راستی می دانستم درد یعنی چه. درد به معنای کتک خوردن تا حد بیهوشی نبود. بریدن پا بر اثر یک تکه شیشه و بخیه زدن در داروخانه نبود. درد یعنی چیزی که دل آدم را در هم می شکند و انسان ناگزیر است با آن بمیرد بدون آنکه بتواند رازش را برای کسی تعریف کند.، دردی که انسان را بدون قدرت دست و سر باقی می گذارد و انسان حتی یارای آن را ندارد که سرش را روی بالشت حرکت دهد.

Sama juga kalau untuk contoh lelaki. Kalau baca Al-Qur'an hari-hari, tapi main bola nampak kepala lutut, tak cukup baik lagi. Atau kalau solat lima waktu sehari semalam tapi pegang tangan anak dara orang bukan mahram sesuka hati, tu belum cukup baik lagi.

Ya memang cinta, tapi gue mau cinta dalam bentuk lainnya. Suatu bentuk cinta yang selama ini ada di kamus gue, tapi dengan definisi yang salah. Gue pikir gue cinta sama seorang laki-laki selama lima belas tahun tapi sekarang gue sadar gue nggak cinta sama dia. Separo hidup gue sudah habis hanya untuk menunggu cinta orang itu. Gue sudah salah perhitungan.

Dulu kami tidak takut bermimpi, walau sejujurnya juga tidak tahu bagaimana merealisasikannya. Tapi lihatlah hari ini. Setelah kami mengerahkan segala ikhtiar dan menggenapkan dengan doa, Tuhan mengirim benua impian ke pelukan masing-masing. Kun fayakun, maka semula awan impian, kini hidup yang nyata. Kami berenam telah berada di lima negara yang berbeda. Di lima menara impian kami. Jangan pernah remehkan impian, walau setinggi apapun. Tuhan sungguh Maha Mendengar

Another female household-hinter gave me a recipe for a big hearty main dish of elbow macaroni, mint jelly, lima beans, mayonnaise and cheese baked until 'hot and yummy.' Unless my taste buds are paralyzed, this dish could be baked until hell freezes over and it might get hot but never 'yummy.

Her checkbook catches his eye. He takes it and hides it in the back of the freezer, underneath a bag of frozen lima beans. If she can freeze his account, he can freeze hers.

Kawan, di kampung kami kebenaran harganya hanya seribu lima ratus perak. Warnanya hitam, bergenang di dalam gelas, saban pagi.

Calvin: Somewhere in Communist Russia I'll bet there's a little boy who has never known anything but censorship and oppression. But maybe he's heard of America, and he dreams of living in this land of freedom and opportunity! Someday, I'd like to meet that little boy...and tell him the awful TRUTH ABOUT THIS PLACE!! Calvin's Dad: Calvin, be quiet and eat the stupid lima beans.

If I could live again my life, In the next – I’ll try, - to make more mistakes, I won’t try to be so perfect, I’ll be more relaxed, I’ll be more full – than I am now, In fact, I’ll take fewer things seriously, I’ll be less hygienic, I’ll take more risks, I’ll take more trips, I’ll watch more sunsets, I’ll climb more mountains, I’ll swim more rivers, I’ll go to more places – I’ve never been, I’ll eat more ice creams and less lima beans, I’ll have more real problems – and less imaginary ones, I was one of those people who live prudent and prolific lives - each minute of his life, Of course that I had moments of joy – but, if I could go back I’ll try to have only good moments, If you don’t know – that’s what life is made of, Don’t lose the now! I was one of those who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, without a hot-water bottle, and without an umbrella and without a parachute, If I could live again – I will travel light, If I could live again – I’ll try to work bare feet at the beginning of spring till the end of autumn, I’ll ride more carts, I’ll watch more sunrises and play with more children, If I have the life to live – but now I am 85, - and I know that I am dying …

Berhenti ngelihatin saya seperti itu kalau kamu nggak mau mendapati diri kamu telanjang di atas tempat tidur saya dalam waktu lima detik.

Apabila Alang bertanya bagaimana untuk mengubat hati tadi, secara berbisik Aqmar menjawab... ubat hati ada lima caranya. Bunyinya macam senang aja, baca Al-Qur'an dengan memahami maknanya sekali. Selain itu mendirikan solat malam dan berkawan dengan orang soleh. Yang keempat dan kelima ialah puasa dan zikir yang berpanjangan.

There are books for when you’re bored. Plenty of them. There are books for when you’re calm. The best kind, in my opinion. There are also books for when you’re sad. And there are books for when you’re happy. There are books for when you’re thirsty for knowledge. And there are books for when you’re desperate. The latter are the kind of books Ulises Lima and Belano wanted to write.

But a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn't otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.

Lalu bapakmu akan berkata, bintang tak pernah secantik tampakannya, tak sedekat yang kita duga. Ia cuma penghias panas malam para pemimpi. Tapi aku mau terbang. Aku mau menyentuh bintang. Jika ujung jariku melepuh, akan kubelah lima. Dan pulang dengan sepasang tangan berjari lima puluh.

Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the name of kings. Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock? And Babylon, many times demolished. Who raised it up so many times? In what houses Of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live? Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finished Did the masons go? Great Rome Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom Did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song, Only palaces for its inhabitants? Even in fabled Atlantis The night the ocean engulfed it The drowning still bawled for their slaves.

Cintanya, terbisikkan lewat nasi goreng terasi. Lewat tatapan mata yang syahdu. Lewat daster batik usangnya. Ah, begitu perkasa. Lima buah hati di tangan satu perempuan yang penuh cinta dan ketulusan.

Skye.” “Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo

.... Makanya semoga ada rejeki ya. Jadi kita bisa makan empat sehat lima sempurna tiap hari," tutur Ibuk.

Everything, even sweeping, scraping vegetables, weeding a garden and waiting on the sick could be a prayer, if it were offered to God.

As nearly as possible in the spirit of Matthew Salinger, age one, urging a luncheon companion to accept a cool lima bean, I urge my editor, mentor and (heaven help him) closest friend, William Shawn, genius domus of The New Yorker, lover of the long shot, protector of the unprolific, defender of the hopelessly flamboyant, most unreasonably modest of born great artist-editors to accept this pretty skimpy-looking book.

Supaya bibir kita jangan terpeleset, Lima hal mesti kita perhatikan baik-baik: Kepada siapa kita berbicara, siapa yang kita bicarakan, bagaimana, kapan dan di mana kita berbicara.

En Lima to be or not to be significan la misma cosa

For God's sake, Josie-true love trumps lima beans.

So we speak of a Black God, Mother God, Worker God. This de-mystifies what's been passed on to us! In our process of organization and liberation of our people, it's important to meet a God who is more like us. (Silvia Regina de Lima Silva, p. 105)

Apart from the cross there is no other ladder by which we may get to heaven.

يجب أن تعلم أن قلب الإنسان يجب أن يكون كبيرًا جدًا لاحتواء كل من نحب.

Three Meatloaf Haikus Oh yucky meatloaf sitting under the hot lights so gray and gristly. Nothing tastes worse than you, not cauliflower or even lima beans. And what is that weird thing sticking out--a whisker? hair? a rubber band?

Sebagai republik yang merdeka, Indonesia berusia lima puluh tahun, tetapi kedengaran lebih mirip sebuah kekaisaran tak terkendali daripada sebuah negara bangsa modern.

Aku tidak memilih waktu tertentu untuk membaca. Setiap aku punya waktu luang, aku membaca. Kapan saja, di mana saja. Pulang ke rumah, sebelum tidur, aku membaca. Bangun pagi, aku membaca dulu. Pokoknya, ketika tidak melakukan apa-apa, aku membaca buku. Atau, ketika aku sedang tidak ingin bermalas-malasan, aku membaca. Aku kadang-kadang memang hanya ingin bermalas-malasan. Di luar itu, setiap punya kesempatan, aku membaca. Lima atau enam halaman. Justru aku biasanya tidak membaca buku ketika sedang dengan sengaja ingin jalan-jalan. Aku ingin jalan-jalan saja. Karena, aku merasa buku justru jadi gangguan. Membaca membuatku tidak bisa melihat apa-apa yang lain.

Dear Abby, My boyfriend won't suck my blood. I've offered, I've cajoled. I've even begged, even though begging is totally humiliating and degrading because I'm so afraid that if he doesn't, he's going to die. Oh, and did I mention he's a vampire? No, really, the undead kind. Signed, Confused in Texas. Dear Confused: What the Fuck!?

In his paradise in Lima he had spent a joyous night with a young girl who was covered with fine, straight down over every millimeter of her Bedouin skin. At dawn, while he was shaving, he looked at her lying naked in the bed, adrift in the peaceful sleep of a satisfied woman, and he could not resist the temptation of possessing her forever with a sacramental act. He covered her from head to foot with shaving lather, and with a pleasure like that of love he shaved her clean with his razor, sometimes using his right hand and sometimes his left as he shaved every part of her body, even the eyebrows that grew together, and left her doubly naked inside her magnificent newborn's body. She asked, her soul in shreds, if he really loved her, and he answered with the same ritual phrase he had strewn without pity in so many hearts throughout his life: "More than anyone else in this world.

Kapag punuan ang jeep at nagkataon na sinungaling ang driver sa pagsasabing "Lima pa, maluwag na maluwag pa yan", merong bagong sakay na pasahero ang bigla nalang tutuwad sa harap mo, sa pag-aakalang uusog ka, upang siya'y makaupo. Napaka awkward ng feeling, habang pinagmamasdan mo siya sa ganun posisyon pero wala ka namang magawa dahil puno na nga ang upuan. Doon mo nalaman kung anong feeling ng isang arinola.

Kehidupan hanyalah ilusi yang harus kau lepaskan. Ketika makin tua, kau menyadari perubahan posisimu sehubungan dengan kematian. Di masa muda topik kematian adalah filosofis, di usia tiga puluhan topik itu tidak bisa diterima, dan di usia empat puluhan topik itu tidak terhindarkan. Di usia lima puluhan, kau menghadapinya dengan cara-cara yang lebih rasional : mengatur surat wasiat, menghitung aset dan harta warisan, menjelaskan donasi organ tubuhmu, merinci kata-kata yang tepat untuk surat wasiat. Kini di usia enam puluhan, kau kembali jadi filosofis.

—Y hay más. Tan pronto no van a cortar tu planta de naranja-lima. Cuando la corten estarás lejos y no sentirás nada. Sollozando me abracé a sus rodillas. —Ya no me interesa, papá. No me interesa… Y mirando su rostro, que también se encontraba lleno de lágrimas, murmuré como un muerto: —Ya la cortaron, papá, hace más de una semana que cortaron mi planta de naranja-lima. Los años pasaron, mi querido Manuel Valadares. Hoy tengo cuarenta y ocho años y, a veces, en mi nostalgia, siento la impresión de que continúo siendo una criatura. Que en cualquier momento vas a aparecer trayéndome fotos de artistas de cine o más bolitas. Tú fuiste quien me enseñó la ternura de la vida, mi Portuga querido. Hoy soy yo el que tiene que distribuir las bolitas y las figuritas, porque la vida sin ternura no vale gran cosa. A veces soy feliz en mi ternura, a veces me engaño, lo que es más común. En aquel tiempo… En el tiempo de nuestro tiempo no sabía que muchos años antes un Príncipe Idiota, arrodillado frente a un altar, preguntaba a los iconos, con los ojos llenos de lágrimas: “¿POR QUÉ LES CUENTAN LAS COSAS A LAS CRIATURITAS?” Y la verdad es, mi querido Portuga, que a mí me contaron las cosas demasiado pronto. ¡Adiós!

Let go, and let God.

Do not fear what you cannot lift, fear that which can lift you.

Heidegger sostiene que el hombre es un ser para la muerte; todo poeta, sin embargo, crea la resurrección, entona ante la muerte un hurra victorioso. Y si alguno piensa que exagero, quedará preso de los desastres, del demonio y de los círculos infernales.

Like the Baron, Mathilde developed a formula for acting out life as a series of roles—that is, by saying to herself in the morning while brushing her blond hair, "Today I want to become this or that person," and then proceeding to be that person. One day she decided she would like to be an elegant representative of a well-known Parisian modiste and go to Peru. All she had to do was to act the role. So she dressed with care, presented herself with extraordinary assurance at the house of the modiste, was engaged to be her representative and given a boat ticket to Lima. Aboard ship, she behaved like a French missionary of elegance. Her innate talent for recognizing good wines, good perfumes, good dressmaking, marked her as a lady of refinement.

Zeleno, volim te, zeleno. Zelen vetar, zelene grane. Brod na moru i konj u planini. Opasana senkom ona sanja na verandi, zelene puti, kose zelene, sa očima od hladnog srebra. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Pod lunom Cigankom stvari pilje u nju a ona ih ne vidi. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Velike zvezde od inja dolaze sa ribom senke što otvara put zori. Smokva trlja vetar korom svojih grana, a breg, mačak lupež, ježi svoje ljute agave. Ali ko će doći? I odakle? Ona čeka na balkonu, zelene puti, kose zelene, sanjajuci gorko more. -Kume, daću ti konja za kuću, sedlo za njeno ogledalo, nož za njen ogrtač. Kume, dolazim krvareći iz Kabrinih klanaca. -Kad bih mogao, mladiću, lako bi se nagodili. Ali ja više nisam ja niti je moj dom više moj. Kume, hoću da umrem pristojno u svojoj postelji od čelika i, ako je moguce, sa holandskim čaršavima... Zar ne vidiš moju ranu od grudi do grla? -Trista crnih ruža pokrivaju tvoj beli grudnjak. Krv ti vri i miriše oko pojasa. Ali ja više nisam ja niti je moj dom više moj. -Pusti me bar na visoke verande, pusti me da se popnem! Pusti me na zelene verande. Verandice mesečeve, gde kaplje voda. Već se penju dva kuma na visoke verande. Ostavljajući trag krvi. Ostavljajući trag suza. Drhtali su krovovi, fenjerčići od lima. Hiljadu staklenih defova ranjavalo je zoru. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Zelen vetar, zelene grane. Dva kuma su se popela. Širok vetar ostavljao je u ustima čudan ukus žuči, mentola i bosiljka. -Kume, gde je, reci mi, gde je tvoje gorko devojče? -Koliko puta te je čekala sveža lica, crne kose, na toj zelenoj verandi. Nad ogledalom bunara Ciganka se njiha. Zelene puti, kose zelene, sa očima od hladnog srebra. Mesečev stalaktit od leda drži je nad vodom. Noć je postala intimna kao mali trg. Pijani su žandari lupali na vrata. Zeleno, volim te, zeleno! Zelene vetar, zelene grane. Brod na moru i konj u planini. - ROMANSA MESECARKA

It was a sad moment in Magnus Bane’s life when he was banned from Peru by the High Council of Peruvian warlocks. It was not just because the posters with a picture of him that were passed around Downworld in Peru were so wildly unflattering. It was because Peru was one of his favorite places. He had had many adventures there, and had many wonderful memories, starting with the time in 1791 when he had invited Ragnor Fell to join him for a festive sightseeing escape in Lima. 1791

باید یک چیز را به من قول بدهی. تو قلب عجیبی داری زه زه ـ به شما قول می دهم، اما نمی خواهم گولتان بزنم. من قلب عجیبی ندارم. شما این را می گویید چون من را در خانه نمی شناسید ـ این مهم نیست. برای من تو قلب عجیبی داری. بعد از این نمی خواهم که برایم گل بیاوری، مگر اینکه به تو گلی بدهند. قول می دهی؟ ـ قول می دهم. اما لیوان؟ همیشه خالی می ماند؟ ـ این لیوان دیگر ابداً خالی نمی ماند. وقتی به آن نگاه می کنم قشنگ ترین گلهای دنیا را در آن می بینم و آن وقت فکر می کنم این گل را بهترین شاگردم به من هدیه داده است. قبول؟ دیگر می خندید. دستم را رها کرد و با مهربانی گفت: حالا می توانی بروی، قلب طلایی کوچولو

Em nome da religião têm-se praticado muitos crimes; em nome da arte têm-se justificado muitas sem-vergonhices; mas, atualmente, é a ciência que justifica crimes e também assaltos aos minguados orçamentos do país.

How do you do that?” I asked. “What do witches eat?” “Witches loves pork meat,” she said. “They loves rice and potatoes. They loves black-eyed peas and cornbread. Lima beans, too, and collard greens and cabbage, all cooked in pork fat. Witches is old folks, most of them. They don’t care none for low-cal. You pile that food on a paper plate, stick a plastic fork in it, and set it down by the side of a tree. And that feeds the witches.” The

E ela pensava como esta nossa vida é variada e diversa, como ela é mais rica de aspectos tristes que de alegres, e como na variedade da vida a tristeza pode mais variar que a alegria e como que dá o próprio movimento da vida.

In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man.

I wont cry for you, my mascara's too expensive...

Perjuangan hidup tak akan pernah mudah dengan lima anak ini tetapi Ibuk dan Bapak bertekad untuk berlayar dengan gagah. Buat anak-anaknya.

The baby looks like a lima bean." "Yeah, but it's our lima bean.

Bring wine,” she hissed into the phone. “And Matthew’s pizza. Those lima beans with feta cheese from Mezze. Sopa-pillas from Golden West. Hurry!

Lima beans, watermelons, potatoes, eggplants, and cabbages are among the many other familiar crops whose wild ancestors were bitter or poisonous, and

inilah gua segiempatku: tingkap yang sentiasa menadah udara, langsir yang menapis cahaya, meja yang dikepung buku dan dinding yang menampung empat lima keping harapan masa tuaku. inilah dunia resahku aku hidup di cahaya separuh terang mengetam dan melicinkan puisiku pada kertas yang berselerak. (Gua)

Aku adalah airmata yang terlahir dari rahim ibuku. Aku bukanlah kebahagiaan yang terucap dari kehendak Tuhan. Kehendak yang tidak pernah aku ketahui atau sadari keberadaannya. Aku tak pernah menjelma menjadi sungai, danau atau bahkan laut. Aku bukanlah bianglala yang terlukis dari tangan keindahan. Bukan pula keajaiban matahari yang terbit di pagi hari. Aku adalah burung bulbul yang mati mengenaskan di atas pohon kesedihan. Aku adalah cacing yang dipatuk ayam dipekarangan. Aku adalah luka yang tergores di kulit pohon di halaman kelas lima. Aku adalah kesendirian yang duduk di aula sekolah di sore hari. Bola basket yang memantul ke lantai dan tidak pernah masuk ke dalam keranjang. Sapu ijuk yang tiba tiba beruban karena usia. Aku adalah serangkaian kata tanya yang tak pernah menemukan jawaban. Aku adalah laki laki yang terpenjara oleh ilusi dan pikiran pikiran liarnya sendiri. Aku adalah 0, angka yang terasingkan dari seluruh bilangan cacah. Ia adalah id yang menolak rasa sakit dan menjadikan dirinya kuda binal yang ditunggangi oleh nafsunya sendiri. Ia tak bisa memikirkan hal lain selain rasa lapar yang terpancar dari puting ibunya. Akan tetapi, ia juga adalah seorang serdadu yang kalah perang dan tak tahu arah jalan pulang. Ia adalah aku, air mata yang terlahir dari rahim ibuku.

Cherokee Saying - Love only has one eye - not two.

Procuremos inventar pasiones nuevas o reproducir las viejas con pareja intensidad.

Menjadi karyawan memang hidup aman. Makan dari gaji, bekerja mengikuti perintah atasan, dan sekali-kali , diledekin sama orang semacam ini. Tapi gue juga berpikir kalau gue bekerja lima kali lebih keras, gaji yang gue dapat nggak lima kali lebih banyak

Ángel de la jiribilla, ruega por nosotros. Y sonríe. Obliga a que suceda. Enseña una de tus alas, lee: Realízate, cúmplete, sé anterior a la muerte. Repite: Lo imposible al actuar sobre lo posible, engendra un posible en la infinidad. Ya la imagen ha creado una causalidad, es el alba de la era poética entre nosotros. Ahora ya sabemos que la única certeza se engendra en lo que nos rebasa.

Somehow Geryon made it to adolescence. Then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches. ... Geryon was going into the Bus Depot one Friday night about three a.m. to get change to call home. Herakles stepped oof the bus from New Mexico and Geryon came fast around the corner of the platform and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness. The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.

I knew immediately that it was different from other photographs. The night sky in the background was pure and black, so dark it made you dizzy if you stared at it too long. The rain drifted through the frame like a gentle mist, but right in the middle was a hollow area in the shape of a lima been.

Berkali-kali tendangan dan rasa sakit itu datang. Aku memencet telpon di tanganku dan memanggil Petugas Kesehatan. Lima menit kemudian datang sebuah ambulans di atas atap apartemen dan menurunkan sepasang petugas. Tandu yang mereka siapkan sudah akan membawaku pergi tapi kemudian sebuah suara membius kami; membikin kami terdiam beberapa saat dan tak jadi melakukan apapun. Suara yang berasal dari perutku. “Taik, ah! Kami tak ingin keluar,” kata bayi itu. “Bener, taik! Bila kami keluar sekarang, kami akan menyesal karena dunia telah bertambah jelek sejak jaman Masehi musnah,” ujar suara satunya lagi.

Whom were these two seeking to please? Not the audiences of Lima. They had long since been satisfied. We come from a world where we have known incredible standards of [82] excellence, and we dimly remember beauties which we have not seized again; and we go back to that world. Uncle Pio and Camila Perichole were tormenting themselves in an effort to establish in Peru the standards of the theatres in some Heaven whither Calderon had preceded them. The public for which masterpieces are intended is not on this earth.

In the morning they rose in a house pungent with breakfast cookery, and they sat at a smoking table loaded with brains and eggs, ham, hot biscuit, fried apples seething in their gummed syrups, honey, golden butter, fried steak, scalding coffee.  Or there were stacked batter-cakes, rum-colored molasses, fragrant brown sausages, a bowl of wet cherries, plums, fat juicy bacon, jam.  At the mid-day meal, they ate heavily: a huge hot roast of beef, fat buttered lima- beans, tender corn smoking on the cob, thick red slabs of sliced tomatoes, rough savory spinach, hot yellow corn-bread, flaky biscuits, a deep-dish peach and apple cobbler spiced with cinnamon, tender cabbage, deep glass dishes piled with preserved fruits-- cherries, pears, peaches.  At night they might eat fried steak, hot squares of grits fried in egg and butter, pork-chops, fish, young fried chicken.

A man who lives a part, not to others but alone, is exposed to obvious psychological dangers. In itself the practice of deception is not particularly exacting. It is a matter of experience, a professional expertise. It is a facility most of us can acquire. But while a confidence trickster, a play actor or a gambler can return from his performance to the ranks of his admirers, the secret agent enjoys no such relief. For him, deception is first a matter of self defense. He must protect himself not only from without, but from within, and against the most natural of impulses. Though he earn a fortune, his role may forbid him the purchase of a razor. Though he be erudite, it can befall him to mumble nothing but banalities. Though he be an affectionate husband and father, he must within all circumstances without himself from those with whom he should naturally confide. Aware of the overwhelming temptations which assail a man permanently isolated in his deceit, Limas resorted to the course which armed him best. Even when he was alone, he compelled himself to live with the personality he had assumed. It is said that Balzac on his deathbed inquired anxiously after the health and prosperity of characters he had created. Similarly, Limas, without relinquishing the power of invention, identified himself with what he had invented. The qualities he had exhibited to Fiedler: the restless uncertainty, the protective arrogance concealing shame were not approximations, but extensions of qualities he actually possessed. Hence, also, the slight dragging of the feet, the aspect of personal neglect, the indifference to food, and an increasing reliance on alcohol and tobacco. When alone, he remained faithful to these habits. He would even exaggerate them a little, mumbling to himself about the iniquities of his service. Only very rarely, as now, going to bed that evening, did he allow himself the dangerous luxury of admitting the great lie that he lived.

سأقتله داخل قلبي، بالتوقّف عن حبّه. وذات يوم سيموت.

Agora você sozinho. Nada de medo que você está ficando um homenzinho. Meu

Al fin y al cabo, no hace falta ser un Gryffindor y blandir una espada para ser un héroe. A veces solo es necesario poner pasión donde hace falta.

Pelajaran pertama dari salat lima waktu adalah tepat waktu,

Los detectives eran como el vino, pensó Cayetano, como el vino, el ron, el tequila o la cerveza, hijos de la tierra y su clima, y quien lo olvidaba terminaba cosechando fracasos. ¿Podía alguien imaginarse a Philip Marlowe frente a la catedral de La Habana? Lo achicharraría el sol de las dos de la tarde, y lo despojarían hasta del sombrero y el impermeable sin que ni siquiera lo notara. ¿O a Miss Marple caminando con su paso lento y distinguido, de dama ya mayor, por el centro de Lima? Se intoxicaría con el primer cebiche que probara, los siniestros taxistas limeños la desviarían del aeropuerto a una casucha, donde la estarían esperando un par de facinerosos. No encontrarían ni su placa de bien montados dientes falsos. ¿Y qué decir del amanerado Hercules Poirot cruzando el mercado Cardonal de Valparaíso con el traserito erguido y las manos enguantadas de blanco? Le hurtarían el bastón de caña, el reloj de bolsillo con cadena de oro y hasta el sombrero de hongo. La gente se burlaría de ellos en sus propias narices, los perros vagos los corretearían a dentelladas y los niños de la calle los apedrearían con crueldad.

....Kalau di antara lima puluh orang cuma tiga orang yang ingin jadi guru, siapakah yang akan mengajar anak-anakmu nanti?.... ....Kalau engkau tidak yakin betul, lepaskan cita-citamu untuk jadi guru itu.... ....seorang guru adalah kurban -- kurban untuk selama-lamanya. Dan kewajibannya terlampau berat -- membuka sumber kebajikan yang tersembunyi dalam tubuh anak-anak bangsa.

Se había acordado de algo que le dijo Trifulcio esa noche, la víspera de su partida a Lima, cuando caminaban a oscuras: estoy en Chincha y siento que no estoy, reconozco todo y no reconozco nada.

Aku gak pernah terlalu peduli apalagi percaya dengan lima huruf kalau di satukan akan berbunyi C I N T A. Buat aku hidup ini cukup dijalani, dinikmati aja apa adanya. Aku bukan orang yang hidup dari mimpi

Hay una literatura para cuando estás aburrido. Abunda. Hay una literatura para cuando estás calmado. Esta es la mejor literatura, creo yo. También hay una literatura para cuando estás triste. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás alegre. Hay una literatura para cuando estás ávido de conocimiento. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás desesperado. Esta ultima es la que quisieron hacer Ulises Lima y Belano.

You shaved your chest?" He looks down at the sheer black stripes. "Actually, there wasn't a mirror in my room. Gossamer did it after my bath, when she shaved my face. She said elves are hairless everywhere but their heads." Everywhere? I pictured him naked—Gossamer touching his abs, among other places. "That sprite saw you in the nude?" He clears his throat. "More than just her. I think there were about thirty of them climbing on me at one point." A surge of jealousy scalds me. My fists clench. "Thirty sprites touched your naked body?" "Chill about the sprites, all right? Flying lima beans aren't my thing.

There before her was a plate of perfectly fried green tomatoes and fresh cream-white corn, six slices of bacon, with a bowl of baby lima beans on the side and four huge light and fluffy buttermilk biscuits.

In the real world, people fall out of love little by little, not all at once. They stop looking at each other. They stop talking. They stop serving lima beans. After Walter Cronkite is finished, one of them goes for a ride in a Ford Mustang, and the other goes upstairs to the bedroom. And there is a lot of quiet in the house. And late at night, the sounds of sadness creep underneath the bedroom doors and along the dark halls.

Z.B. Buzmramja u dridhte ndër afshet e mbramë të diellit përndimuer me kuqlim e tisa purpuer, me kaltrina të kullueta në qiellë e në sy tand. ku në fund u pasqyronte një dashni e lume si vegimet e fatbardhsis në lima, mbi të cilin tërthuer fluturon një pëllumb dhe gëzime të pamatna gugon pa pra. Zojushë, q' at buzmramje unë andrroj me andje dhe me një dashni të pastër ata dy sy tuej të kaltër, që m'u falne letë me një shikim diskret.

Eat some beans with every lunch. Among your choices are chickpeas, black-eyed peas, black beans, cowpeas, split peas, lima beans, pinto beans, lentils, red kidney beans, soybeans, cannellini beans, pigeon peas, and white beans.

Itu sama aja kayak iklan-iklan kartu prabayar handphone di tivi. Banyak provider yang nawarin SMS gratislah, telpon gratislah, tapi ujung-ujungnya tetap aja kita harus bayar. Kalo ada yang bener-bener gratis pun layanannya bisa dipastiin ngejengkelin banget. Yang sering trouble-lah, gak ada jaringanlah. Atau, kalo gak, gratisnya pada jam-jam drakula keluyuran gitu: mulai jam satu malam sampe jam lima subuh. Emangnya mau telepon-teleponan sama kuntilanak?

I'm writing haiku. Not for English class but just because. It turns out swearing off poetry doesn't work the way swearing off lima beans does. I swore off lima beans in third grade and it worked. I swore off poetry less than a week ago and here I am.

- Cedo, hein, major? - É verdade. E calaram-se ficando um diante do outro num mutismo contrafeito. Ricardo avançou algumas palavras: - O major, hoje, parece que tem uma idéia, um pensamento muito forte. - Tenho, filho, não de hoje, mas de há muito tempo. - É bom pensar, sonhar consola. - Consola, talvez: mas faz-nos também diferentes dos outros, cava abismos entre os homens...

Me quota ang pag-ibig. Sa bawat limang umiibig, isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Ang iba, iibig sa di sila iniibig. O iibig nang di natututo. O iibig na wala. O di iibig kailanman. Ang iba'y iibig sa maling panahon, umibig na noong 1980s, nakipagmartsa sa mga aktibista, pero ang taong nakatakda para sa kanya ay nabuhay noon pang 1930s, isang rebelde laban sa mga amerikano, matagal nang namatay. Kaya she keeps falling in love sa mga lalaking mas matatanda hinahanap sa kanila ang di mahanap na wala, hindi mapagtagpo ang kahapon at ang kasalukyan. May mga pusong pinaglalaruan. Nasa parehong building ng call center but they will never realize that they are on the same floor. Maski parang laging may strange force na humihila sa kanila para tumingin sa kabilang building. Kailanman ay di sila magtatagpo. Tanungin man siya ng boyfriend niya kung ano iyong lagi niyang tinitignan sa kabila ay di niya masasagot. At kailanman ay di niya malalaman dahil eventually ang lalaki ay lilipat sa ibang lugar, at siya, hanggang sa mamatay, di na niya malalaman kung sino nga iyong nasa kabila. Merong pinalad na nagkakilala, nagkaibigan at nagsama. Pero sa di malamang dahilan ay iniwan ng babae ang lalaki. Mabubuhay ang lalaki sa walang hanggang paghahanap. Mari-realize niya na ang pag-ibig ay laging paghahanap. Pero hindi niya kailanman mahahanap ang babae dahil ang totoong hindi niya mahanap ay ang kanyang sarili. Merong away nang away kapag magkasama pero hindi naman kaya ang makahiwalay. Merong nagmamahal lamang kapag nananakit. Meron relihiyon ang humaharang, o katayuan sa buhay, o mga magulang. Merong sila mismo ang gumagawa ng harang. Merong umiibig na habang nagtatagal ay lalong nawawalan ng IQ. Merong pag umibig ay napupundi ang 4 out of 5 senses, touch lang ang natitira. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay tali. Meron di makahakbang dahil sa pag-ibig at merong namang nakakalipad. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay hapunang walang sawsawan. Merong pag umibig ay nahaharap sa salamin, sarili ang sinasamba. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay parusa. Ang iba'y iibig sa hayop, dahil noong unang panahon ay mga hayop sila. Ang iba'y iibig sa mga bahay, kinikilig kapag hinahaplos ang barandilya, nalilibugan sa mga kisame, pinagnanasaan ang sahig. Patuloy silang mananakit sa mga babaing umiibig sa kanila dahil hindi nila kailanman malalaman ang puso nila ay gawa sa kahoy. Pero merong isa sa lima, harangan man ng kulog, ng ganid, ng lindol, ng teknolohiya, mahahanap niya ang kanyang mahal. Siya lang ang magiging maligaya.

Ibuk dan Bapak tak pernah menentukan aturan kapan dan berapa lama anak-anak harus belajar. Isa dan adik-adiknya telah membuka hati mereka sendiri. Membuka buku mereka sendiri. Ibuk dan Bapak telah bekerja sepenuh hati untuk memenuhi kebutuhan sekolah mereka. Mungkin, anak-anak ini melihat kesungguhan hati orangtua mereka yang telah berjuang tak kenal lelah untuk lima anaknya. Mungkin, anak-anak ini telah merasakan keringat bapaknya menetes di kulit mereka. Mungkin, cinta Ibuk telah memasuki darah mereka, lewat bubur beras merah dan sinar matanya yang syahdu. Mungkin, anak-anak ini tersentuh oleh hidup Bapak dan Ibuk yang sederhana dan penuh keprihatinan. Isa dan adik-adiknya ingin berjuang seperti mereka. Ingin memberikan cinta yang penuh kepada orangtuanya.

Whom were these two seeking to please? Not the audiences of Lima. They had long since been satisfied. We come from a world where we have known incredible standards of excellence, and we dimly remember beauties which we have not seized again; and we go back to that world. Uncle Pio and Camila Perichole were tormenting themselves in an effort to establish in Peru the standards of the theatres in some Heaven whither Calderon had preceded them. The public for which masterpieces are intended is not on this earth.

At the place where they sleep, the melody sneaks inside, touching flesh, skin, mind and thought, some feelings turning to love and beauty, others to hatred and fear. Dreams turn on a quarter note, a semiquaver, a vibrato unheard by any still living, by any mortal being.

With no small interest, Captain Delano continued to watch her---a proceeding not much facilitated by the vapors partly mantling the hull, through which the far matin light from her cabin streamed equivocally enough; much like the sun---by this time hemisphered on the rim of the horizon, and, apparently, in company with the strange ship entering the harbor---which, wimpled by the same low, creeping clouds, showed not unlike a Lima intriquante's one sinister eye peering across the Plaza from the Indian loop-hole of her dusk saya-y-manta.

A - ALPHA B - BRAVO C - CHARLIE D - DELTA E - ECHO F - FOXTROT G - GOLF H - HOTEL I - INDIA J - JULIETT K - KILO L - LIMA M - MIKE N - NOVEMBER O - OSCAR P - PAPA Q - QUEBEC R - ROMEO S - SIERRA T - TANGO U - UNIFORM V - VICTOR W - WHISKEY       X - X-RAY Y - YANKEE Z - ZULU

Anyway, here’s how you make it: Take 6 cups defrosted lima beans, 6 pears peeled and cut into slices, ½ cup molasses, ½ cup chicken stock, ½ onion chopped, put into a heavy casserole, cover and bake 12 hours at 200°. That’s the sort of food she loved to serve, something that looked

Hidupku selalu berdasarkan dengan apa yang aku butuhkan Bukan apa yang aku impikan Tapi sejak kamu ada di hidup aku, sejak aku mulai tau menikmati tawa seseorang dan tanganku yang kasar ngerasa ada yang beda di saat aku ngapus air mata kamu, aku sadar cinta lebih dari sekedar lima huruf

Wally, stop playing with your beans." Mom is participating in a nightly ritual that never changes. Tonight, The Turd's picking up lima beans, sniffing each one, and burying it in his mashed potatoes. "I'm not playing with them," he says, matter-of-factly. "I'm checking them for fleas.

Algumas sepulturas como se olhavam com afeto e se queriam aproximar; em outras, transparecia repugnância por estarem perto. Havia ali, naquele mudo laboratório de decomposições, solicitações incompreensíveis, repulsões, simpatias e antipatias; havia túmulos arrogantes, vaidosos, orgulhosos, humildes, alegres e tristes; e de muito, ressumava o esforço, um esforço extraordinário, para escapar ao nivelamento da morte, ao apagamento que ela traz às condições e às fortunas.

The three grand old men of Cuban literature are Alejo Carpentier (his masterpiece is The Lost Steps); José Lezama Lima (whose autobiographical novel Paradiso infuriated Castro); and Guillermo Cabrera Infante (the setting of his novel Three Trapped Tigers—pre-Castro Havana—reminded me of Oscar Hijuelos’s A Simple Habana Melody From When the World Was Good).

But here’s the thing: they could see with their own eyes that the natural result of trying to get something for nothing was the eventual collapse of the system. Every single adult in a Lima town has said to themselves at one point or another, ‘This is headed toward something bad.’ But they all said, ‘Oh well. It’s the other guy who will get screwed, not me.

Querem saber de uma cousa? No Brasil, tudo é possível.

..., desde muito, havia encontrado, no fundo das coisas humanas, um vazio absoluto.

(…) sabia que de nada valia e que fosse qual fosse o lugar do mundo, as pessoas nunca seriam todas olhadas da mesma forma.

It's preferable to die than to lose the life.

more money than the crooks at Enron and less taste than a drunk after a bottle of tequila

Daddy, you said ass.

Mais importante do que aprender a programar numa linguagem de programação, é compreender os conceitos que são aplicados a todas as linguagens.

la grandeza del hombre consiste en que puede asimilar lo que le es desconocido. Asimilar, en la profundidad, es dar respuesta.

Allá en casa la pobreza era tanta que desde muy temprano uno aprendía eso de no gastar en cualquier cosa. Todo costaba dinero. Todo era caro.

tenía ya esa despreocupación, esa indescifrable indiferencia de los que se van a morir algunos meses después.

Watch the beauty of your life tree old leaves falling and allowing new ones to sprout !

He divided the inhabitants of the world into two groups, into those who had loved and those who had not.

...şefkat olmayınca hayatın pek değeri kalmıyor. Şefkat göstermek beni bazen mutlu ediyor, bazense yanıltıyor, ki bu ikincisi daha sık oluyor.

O que me admira, é que tenhas corrido tantas aventuras aqui, neste Brasil imbecil e burocrático.

La vida es mala con todo lo bueno. Los tiburones mortales con las hermosas estrellas de mar. Las olas gigantes con los castillos de arena. La ruidosa letra con el ritmo de la música. La enfermedad hepática con el amor de un padre e hijo. El regaliz con el limón y la lima. Es la vida. Dulce, hermosa, viento en tu cara, aire en tus pulmones, besos en tus labios vida.

A nossa burguesia republicana é a mais inepta de todas as burguesias. Não tem gosto, não tem arte, não possui o mais elementar sentimento da natureza. Há nela pressa em tudo: no galgar posições, no construir, no amor, no ganhar dinheiro, etc. Vai, nessa carreira, atropelando, vai matando, vai empurrando tudo e todos; e, como não tenha educação, cultura e instrução, quando se apossa do dinheiro, ganho bem ou mal, não sabe refletir como aplicá-lo, num gesto próprio e seu; então, intimida o idiota que procura em comprar o que for caro, porque será decerto o mais belo.

Daha anlatsana," dedim. "Hoşuna mı gitti?" "Hem de çok. Seninle sekiz yüz elli iki bin kilometre boyunca hiç durmadan laflamak isterdim." "Benzinimiz yeter mi ki?" "Yalancıktan doldurursak yeter.

Beans SIDEKICKS: All beans are included in this SuperFood category, though we’ll discuss the most popular and readily available beans such as pinto, navy, Great Northern, lima, garbanzo (chickpeas), lentils, green beans, sugar snap peas, and green peas TRY TO EAT: at least four ½-cup servings per week Beans contain: Low-fat protein Fiber B vitamins Iron Folate Potassium Magnesium Phytonutrients

cuando decidió no emigrar y quedarse aquí, en Lima la Horrible, convencido de que podría organizar su vida de manera que, aunque por razones de trabajo alimenticio tuviera que pasar muchas horas del día sumido en el mundanal ruido de los peruanos de clase alta, viviría de verdad en ese enclave puro, bello, elevado, hecho de cosas sublimes, que él se fabricaría como alternativa a la coyunda cotidiana.

That’s how an Aerolineas Argentinas airplane, stopping in Lima (Peru) in 1991, managed to deliver dozens of cholera-infected people that same day to my city of Los Angeles, over 3,000 miles from Lima. The explosive increase in world travel by Americans, and in immigration to the United States, is turning us into another melting pot—this time, of microbes that we previously dismissed as just causing exotic diseases in far-off countries.

Promatrala je Lima Tatea kako raste. Gledala je kako u svoju sobu dovodi ljubavnice i gledala ga je kada je popušio prvu cigaretu. On je bio s njom kada je otpila prvi gutljaj vina i držao ju je za ruku kada je radila prvu tetovažu. Bio joj je rame za plakanje i društvo kada bi ju Nick odlučio zatvoriti samu. Kasnije je postao njezin prvi poljubac i prva osoba koja ju je vidjela potpuno golu; dušu i tijelo. Bio joj je prijatelj, pa ljubavnik, pa neprijatelj. Sada je bio po malo od svega troje.

Mas que lindo pezinho de Laranja Lima! Veja que não tem nem um espinho. Ele tem tanta personalidade que a gente de longe já sabe que é Laranja Lima. Se eu fosse do seu tamanho, não queria outra coisa. – Mas eu queria um pé de árvore grandão. – Pense bem, Zezé. Ele é novinho ainda. Vai ficar um baita pé de laranja. Assim ele vai crescer com você. Vocês dois vão se entender como se fossem dois irmãos. Você viu o galho? É verdade que é o único que tem, mas parece até um cavalinho feito pra você montar.

Infelizmente há sempre gente disposta a fazer o mal, mas nós temos que ser superiores a isso. (…) Sabe que há muita gente maldosa e invejosa. Pessoas dispostas a ferir quem está feliz, por ainda não terem encontrado o seu próprio caminho para a felicidade.

Vivendo há trinta anos quase só, sem se chocar com o mundo, adquirira uma sensibilidade muito viva e capaz de sofrer profundamente com a menor coisa. Nunca sofrera críticas, nunca se atirou à publicidade, vivia imerso no seu sonho, incubado e mantido vivo pelo calor dos seus livros. Fora deles, ele não conhecia ninguém; e, com as pessoas com quem falava, trocava pequenas banalidades, ditos de todo dia, coisas com que a sua alma e o seu coração nada tinham que ver. Nem mesmo a afilhada o tirava dessa reserva, embora a estimasse mais que a todos. Esse encerramento em si mesmo deu-lhe não sei que ar de estranho a tudo, às competições, às ambições, pois nada dessas coisas que fazem os ódios e as lutas tinha entrado no seu temperamento. Desinteressado de dinheiro, de glória e posição, vivendo numa reserva de sonho, adquirira a candura e a pureza d'alma que vão habitar esses homens de uma ideia fixa, os grandes estudiosos, os sábios, e os inventores, gente que fica mais terna, mais ingênua, mais inocente que as donzelas das poesias de outra época. É raro encontrar pessoas assim, mas as há e, quando se as encontra, mesmo tocadas de um grão de loucura, a gente sente mais simpatia pela nossa espécie, mais orgulho de ser humano e mais esperança na felicidade da raça.

As coisas A bengala, as modeas, o chaveiro, A dócil fechadura, as tardias Notas que não lerão os poucos dias Que me restam, os naipes e o tabuleiro, Um livro e em suas páginas a desvanecida Violeta, monumento de uma tarde Sem dúvida inesquecível e já esquecida, O rubo espelho ocidental em que arde Uma ilusória aurora. Quantas coisas, Limas, umbrais, atlas, taças, cravos, Servem-nos, como tácitos escravos, cegas e estranhamente sigilosas! Durarão para além de nosso esquecimento Nunca saberão que partimos em um momento.

We argue that the role of teachers is becoming less that of a knowledge transmitter, and closer to that of an “animator of collective intelligence” who provides analytical tools (the proverbial “fishing rod”) rather than simply giving away raw information (“fish”).

More silence as he let that sink in. “So it’s not that people really want all this, it’s that they had to know—had to—that it would be coming. So when it actually comes, they can’t say ‘I had no idea.’ They had an idea; it occurred to them several times, actually. They were just too greedy and too pathetic to do the right thing. That is the same thing as doing the wrong thing. There is no one in a Lima city who didn’t have a chance to get out of there and start making an honest living. Hell, we all did.” It was odd to hear Pastor Pete say, “Hell.

And guns,” Pastor Pete quickly added. “They chose not to be a ‘weirdo’ or a ‘redneck’ by not owning a gun. Then—surprise, surprise—the gangs were running wild and they had no way to protect themselves. They had the chance to get a gun, but they didn’t want to look like a nut job by having one. They made lots of little choices to do the wrong thing. Now they’re in a world of hurt.” He continued, “You know, people in those Lima cities are getting what they wanted. Exactly what they wanted. They rejected liberty. They wanted ‘free’ stuff. Well, they got what they wanted:

اجتزنا طريقاً جميلاً. لم يكن مبلطاً لكنّه عامرٌ بالكثير من الأشجار والمروج، إنّه أعجوبة حقيقية. دون الحديث عن الشمس والسماء ذات الزرقة البهجة. ذات يوم، قالت لي ديندينيا إنّ الفرح شمسٌ تشع داخل القلب، وإن الشمس تشعّ على كل شيء بالسعادة. . وإذا صحّ هذا فإن شمسي الداخلية كانت تجمّلُ كل شيء

There was something in Lima that was wrappd up in yards of violet satin from which protruded a great dropsical head and two fat pearly hands; and that was its archbishop. Between the rolls of flesh that surrounded them looked out two black eyes speaking discomfort, kindliness, and wit. A curious and eager soul was imprisoned in all this lard, but by dint of never refusing himself a pheasant or a goose or his daily procession of Roman wines, he was his own bitter jailer. He loved his cathedral; he loved his duties; he was very devout. Some days he regarded his bulk ruefully; but the distress of remorse was less poignant than the distress of fasting, and he was presently found deliberating over the secret messages that a certain roast sends to the certain salad that will follow it. And to punish himself he led an exemplary life in every other respect. He had read all the literature of antiquity and forgotten all about it except a general aroma of charm and disillusion. He had been learned in the Fathers and the Councils and forgotten all about them save a floating impression of dissensions that had no application to Peru. He had read all the libertine masterpieces of Italy and France and reread them annually;

Ingat, janji kita bulan lalu. Siapapun di antara kita yang menikah lebih dahulu wajib membayar nazar berlari stadion kampus lima keliling. Siapapun yang pertama kali dapat pekerjaan, gaji pertamanya wajib dipakai untuk borong gerobak es tebu. Siapapun nanti yang petama kali punya anak laki-laki, wajib namanya diambil dari singkatan nama kita berempat. Bukankah gitu, brother.” Celetuk Ilham yang kembali pada topik awal. “Dan siapapun yang pertama kali meninggal dunia di antara kita berempat, tiga orang tersisa wajib untuk menemani, mengafani dan menyalatkan hingga menggali liang kubur.” Sahut Toni yang entah mengapa terucap point perjanjian absurd itu.

Nak, sebentar lagi putri satu-satunya ayah akan menjadi tanggung jawabmu. Kalian berdua akan menikah. Berjanjilah bahwa kau akan selalu menjaga dan tak akan membiarkan ia menderita,” pinta ayah Inneke padaku. “Semestinya hari ini adalah hari yang paling berbahagia bagi kalian berdua, tentunya bagi ayah juga. Tapi entah mengapa ayah merasa akan ada yang hilang. Sebuah lubang besar menganga, persis seperti saat ibunya Keke berpulang duapuluh lima tahun silam,” sambungnya dengan mata berkaca-kaca. “Ayah titip Keke padamu,” pungkas ayah Inneke sembari memberikan pelukan hangat ke arahku. Aku tahu ia tengah menangis meski pandanganku bersebrangan. Pundakku basah oleh air hangat yang semakin lama makin sembab. (Ayah Kedua, Dunia Tanpa Huruf R)

Speaking of hell,” Pastor Pete said, finally getting to his main point, “this whole situation they’re in is a lot like hell, if you don’t mind me saying. I believe hell is a place where people go and get what they want: no God. They have rejected God their whole lives. Over and over again, in little ways. Just like the Limas rejecting liberty over and over again. Well, in hell, God gives people who rejected Him what they want: a place where He isn’t around. They can do their own thing. And live with each other, with no God to intervene. They get to be on their own, totally. Which means human beings will look out only for themselves. So it’s a place no one can leave where everyone is only looking out for themselves. And preying on each other. Like prison.

Ahora ya sabía lo que era el dolor. Dolor no de recibir golpes hasta desmayarse. No de cortarse el pie con un pedazo de vidrio y recibir puntos en la farmacia. Dolor era eso que llenaba todo el corazón, con lo que la gente tenía que morirse, sin poder contarle a nadie el secreto. Dolor era lo que me daba esa debilidad en los brazos, en la cabeza, hasta en el deseo de dar vuelta la cabeza en la almohada.

Does his family have money?" I asked. "No, Ulises's family doesn't have money," said Requena. "Actually, the only family he has is his mother, right? Or at least I've never heard of anyone else." "I know his whole family," said Pancho. "I knew Ulises Lima long before any of you, long before Belano, and his mother is the only family he has. He's broke, that I can promise you." "Then how could he finance two issues of a magazine?" "Selling weed," said Pancho. The other two were quiet, but they didn't deny it. "I can't believe it," I said. "Well, it's true. The money comes from marijuana." "Shit." "He goes and gets it in Acapulco and then he delivers it to his clients in Mexico City." "Shut up, Pancho," said Barrios. "Why should I shut up? The kid's a fucking visceral realist, isn't he? So why do I have to shut up?

Fragen eines lesenden Arbeiters Wer baute das siebentorige Theben? In den Büchern stehen die Namen von Königen. Haben die Könige die Felsbrocken herbeigeschleppt? Und das mehrmals zerstörte Babylon – Wer baute es so viele Male auf? In welchen Häusern des goldstahlenden Lima wohnten die Bauleute? Wohin gingen an dem Abend, wo die Chinesische Mauer fertig war die Maurer? Das große Rom ist voll von Triumphbögen. Wer errichtete sie? Über wen triumphierten die Cäsaren? Hatte das vielbesungene Byzanz nur Paläste für seine Bewohner? Selbst in dem sagenhaften Atlantis brüllten in der Nacht, wo das Meer es verschlang die Ersaufenden nach ihren Sklaven. Der junge Alexander eroberte Indien. Er allein? Cäsar schlug die Gallier. Hatte er nicht wenigstens einen Koch bei sich? Philipp von Spanien weinte, als seine Flotte untergegangen war. Weinte sonst niemand? Friedrich der Zweite siegte im siebenjährigen Krieg. Wer siegte außer ihm? Jede Seite ein Sieg. Wer kochte den Siegesschmaus? Alle zehn Jahre ein großer Mann. Wer bezahlte die Spesen?

—¿Alguna vez se ha sentido sitiado por el fuego y ha sabido que su vida en ese momento vale menos que un pedazo de mierda? ¿O se ha visto metido en un pueblo lleno de gente sin saber si quieren ayudarlo o matarlo? ¿Ha visto cómo sus amigos van cayendo en la batalla? ¿Ha almorzado con la gente sabiendo que quizá sea la última vez, que la próxima vez que los vea probablemente estén en un cajón? ¿Ah? Cuando eso pasa, uno deja de tener amigos, porque sabe que los perderá. Uno se acostumbra al dolor de perderlos y se limita a evitar ser una de las sillas vacías que se van multiplicando en los comedores. ¿Sabe lo que es eso? No. Usted no tiene ni la menor idea de lo que es eso. Usted estaba en Lima, pues, mientras su gente moría. Estaba leyendo poemitas de Chocano, supongo. Literatura, ¿verdad? La literatura dice demasiadas cosas bonitas, señor fiscal. Demasiadas. Ustedes los intelectuales desprecian a los militares porque no leemos. Sí, no ponga esa cara, he escuchado sus bromas, he visto la cara de los viejos políticos cuando hablamos. Y las comprendo. Nuestro problema es que estamos hasta los huevos de la realidad, nunca hemos visto las cosas bonitas de las que hablan sus libros.

O major está no interior da casa que serve de quartel, lendo. O seu estudo predileto é agora artilharia. Comprou compêndios; mas, como sua instrução é insuficiente, da artilharia vai à balística, da balística à mecânica, da mecânica ao cálculo e à geometria analítica; desce mais a escada; vai à trigonometria, à geometria e à álgebra e à aritmética. Ele percorre essa cadeia de ciências entrelaçadas com uma fé de inventor. Aprende uma noção elementaríssima após um rosário de consultas, de compêndio em compêndio; e leva assim aqueles dias de ócio guerreiro enfronhado na matemática, nessa matemática rebarbativa e hostil aos cérebros que já não são moços.

then you should consider reducing or eliminating the following foods in addition to eliminating wheat. • Cornstarch and cornmeal—cornmeal products such as tacos, tortillas, corn chips, and corn breads, breakfast cereals, and sauces and gravies thickened with cornstarch • Snack foods—potato chips, rice cakes, popcorn. These foods, like foods made of cornstarch, send blood sugar straight up to the stratosphere. • Desserts—Pies, cakes, cupcakes, ice cream, sherbet, and other sugary desserts all pack too much sugar. • Rice—white or brown; wild rice. Modest servings are relatively benign, but large servings (more than ½ cup) generate adverse blood sugar effects. • Potatoes—White, red, sweet potatoes, and yams cause effects similar to those generated by rice. • Legumes—black beans, butter beans, kidney beans, lima beans; chickpeas; lentils. Like potatoes and rice, there is potential for blood sugar effects, especially if serving size exceeds ½ cup. • Gluten-free foods—Because the cornstarch, rice starch, potato starch, and tapioca starch used in place of wheat gluten causes extravagant blood sugar rises, they should be avoided. • Fruit juices, soft drinks—Even if they are “natural,” fruit juices are not that good for you. While they contain healthy components such as flavonoids and vitamin C, the sugar

Like Italian or Portuguese or Catalan, Spanish is a wordy language, bountiful and flamboyant, with a formidable emotional range. But for these same reasons, it is conceptually inexact. The work of our greatest prose writers, beginning with Cervantes, is like a splendid display of fireworks in which every idea marches past, preceded and surrounded by a sumptuous court of servants, suitors, and pages, whose function is purely decorative. In our prose, color, temperature, and music are as important as ideas and, in some cases-Lezama Lima or Valle Inclan, for example-more so. There is nothing objectionable about these typically Spanish rhetorical excesses. They express the profound nature of a people, a way of being in which the emotional and the concrete prevail over the intellectual and the abstract. This is why Valle Inclan, Alfonso Reyes, Alejo Carpentier, and Camilo Jose Cela, to cite four magnificent prose writers, are so verbose in their writing. This does not make their prose either less skillful or more superficial than that of Valery or T.S. Eliot. They are simply quite different, just as Latin Americans are different from the English and the French. To us, ideas are formulated and captured more effectively when fleshed out with emotion and sensation or in some way incorporated into concrete reality, into life-far more than they are in logical discourse. That perhaps is why we have such a rich literature and such a dearth of philosophers.

December 9: The Mexican literary mafia has nothing on the Mexican bookseller mafia. Bookstores visited: the Librería del Sótano, in a basement on Avenida Juárez where the clerks (numerous and neatly uniformed) kept me under strict surveillance and from which I managed to leave with volumes by Roque Dalton, Lezama Lima, and Enrique Lihn. The Librería Mexicana, staffed by three samurais, on Calle Aranda, near the Plaza de San Juan, where I stole a book by Othón, a book by Amado Nervo (wonderful!), and a chapbook by Efraín Huerta. The Librería Pacífico, at Bolívar and 16 de Septiembre, where I stole an anthology of American poets translated by Alberto Girri and a book by Ernesto Cardenal. And in the evening, after reading, writing, and a little fucking: the Viejo Horacio, on Correo Mayor, staffed by twins, from which I left with Gamboa's Santa, a novel to give to Rosario; an anthology of poems by Kenneth Fearing, translated and with a prologue by someone called Doctor Julio Antonio Vila, in which Doctor Vila talks in a vague, question mark-filled way about a trip that Fearing took to Mexico in the 1950s, "an ominous and fruitful trip," writes Doctor Vila; and a book on Buddhism written by the Televisa adventurer Alberto Montes. Instead of the book by Montes I would have preferred the autobiography of the ex-featherweight world champion Adalberto Redondo, but one of the inconveniences of stealing books - especially for a novice like myself - is that sometimes you have to take what you can get.

Tu vens. Sorris. Cumprimentas. Conversas. Pareces feliz. És simpático. Partilhas coisas comigo. Vais embora. Regressas. Afastas-te. Manténs-te distante. Aumentas a distância. Ages com culpa. Fazes-me sentir culpada. Pedes desculpa. Sorris. Voltas a parecer feliz. Voltas a ser simpático. Sentes culpa. Voltas a afastar-te. Voltas a manter-te distante. Eu aumento a distância. Eu sofro. Eu choro. Eu aguento. Eu converso contigo. Eu peço que voltes. Tu voltas. Manténs-te afastado. Eu peço que volte a ser tudo como era. Tu fazes-me a vontade. Tu voltas. Tu sorris. Cumprimentas. Conversas. Pareces normal. És simpático. Tu não partilhas nada. Eu tento esclarecer o que ficou por dizer . Eu perco a coragem. Eu tento manter-te perto. Tu ainda tentas manter-te um pouco longe. Eu abraço-te. Tu ages cauteloso. Tu recuas. Eu recuo. Tu pareces voltar. Eu tento ficar. Eu choro. Tu não sabes. Eu sei que entramos num ciclo vicioso. Eu tento conversar. Aguardo resposta. Tu pensas em afastar-te. Eu penso em afastar-me. A nossa amizade não costumava ser assim

- É isto! “Eu”, porque “eu”, porque “eu”, é só “eu”, para aqui, “eu”para ali... Não pensas noutra cousa... A vida é feita para ti, todos só devem viver para ti... Muito engraçado! De forma que eu (agora digo “eu” também) não tenho direito de me sacrificar, de provar a minha amizade, de ter na minha vida um traço superior? É interessante! Não sou nada, nada! Sou alguma cousa como um móvel, um adorno, não tenho relações, não tenho amizades, não tenho caráter? Ora!... - Ela falava, ora vagarosa e irônica, ora rapidamente e apaixonada; e o marido tinha diante de suas palavras um grande espanto. Ele vivera sempre tão longe dela que não a julgara nunca capaz de tais assomos. Então aquela menina? Então aquele bibelot? Quem lhe teria ensinado tais cousas? Quis desarmá-la com uma ironia e disse risonho: - Está no teatro? - Ela lhe respondeu logo: - Se é só no teatro que há grandes cousas, estou. - E acrescentava com força: - É o que te digo: vou e vou, porque devo, porque quero, porque é do meu direito. - Apanhou a sombrinha, consertou o véu e saiu solene, firme, alta e nobre. O marido não sabia o que fazer. Ficou assombrado e assombrado e silencioso viu-a sair pela porta fora.

Me quota ang pag-ibig. Sa bawat limang umiibig, isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Ang iba, iibig sa di sila iniibig. O iibig nang di natututo. O iibig na wala. O di iibig kailanman. Ang iba'y iibig sa maling panahon, umibig na noong 1980s, nakipagmartsa sa mga aktibista, pero ang taong nakatakda para sa kanya ay nabuhay noon pang 1930s, isang rebelde laban sa mga amerikano, matagal nang namatay. Kaya she keeps falling in love sa mga lalaking mas matatanda hinahanap sa kanila ang di mahanap na wala, hindi mapagtagpo ang kahapon at ang kasalukyan. May mga pusong pinaglalaruan. Nasa parehong building ng call center but they will never realize that they are on the same floor. Maski parang laging may strange force na humihila sa kanila para tumingin sa kabilang building. Kailanman ay di sila magtatagpo. Tanungin man siya ng boyfriend niya kung ano iyong lagi niyang tinitignan sa kabila ay di niya masasagot. At kailanman ay di niya malalaman dahil eventually ang lalaki ay lilipat sa ibang lugar, at siya, hanggang sa mamatay, di na niya malalaman kung sino nga iyong nasa kabila. Merong pinalad na nagkakilala, nagkaibigan at nagsama. Pero sa di malamang dahilan ay iniwan ng babae ang lalaki. Mabubuhay ang lalaki sa walang hanggang paghahanap. Mari-realize niya na ang pag-ibig ay laging paghahanap. Pero hindi niya kailanman mahahanap ang babae dahil ang totoong hindi niya mahanap ay ang kanyang sarili. Merong away nang away kapag magkasama pero hindi naman kaya ang makahiwalay. Merong nagmamahal lamang kapag nananakit. Meron relihiyon ang humaharang, o katayuan sa buhay, o mga magulang. Merong sila mismo ang gumagawa ng harang. Merong umiibig na habang nagtatagal ay lalong nawawalan ng IQ. Merong pag umibig ay napupundi ang 4 out of 5 senses, touch lang ang natitira. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay tali. Meron di makahakbang dahil sa pag-ibig at merong namang nakakalipad. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay hapunang walang sawsawan. Merong pag umibig ay nahaharap sa salamin, sarili ang sinasamba. Merong ang tingin sa pag-ibig ay parusa. Ang iba'y iibig sa hayop, dahil noong unang panahon ay mga hayop sila. Ang iba'y iibig sa mga bahay, kinikilig kapag hinahaplos ang barandilya, nalilibugan sa mga kisame, pinagnanasaan ang sahig. Patuloy silang mananakit sa mga babaing umiibig sa kanila dahil hindi nila kailanman malalaman ang puso nila ay gawa sa kahoy. Pero merong isa sa lima, harangan man ng kulog, ng ganid, ng lindol, ng teknolohiya, mahahanap niya ang kanyang mahal. Siya lang ang magiging maligaya.

- O quê? - fez indignado Flores, erguendo-se, num só e rápido movimento, da cadeira, e deixando a xícara sobre a mesa. - Pois tu não sabes quem sou eu, quem é Leonardo Flores? Pois tu não sabes que a poesia para mim é a minha dor e é a minha alegria, é a minha própria vida? Pois tu não sabes que tenho sofrido tudo, dores, humilhações, vexames, para atingir o meu ideal? Pois tu não sabes que abandonei todas as honrarias da vida, não dei o conforto que minha mulher merecia, não eduquei convenientemente meus filhos, unicamente para não desviar dos meus propósitos artísticos? Nasci pobre, nasci mulato, tive uma instrução rudimentar, sozinho completei-a conforme pude; dia e noite lia e relia versos e autores; dia e noite procurava na rudeza aparente das coisas achar a ordem oculta que as ligava, o pensamento que as unia; o perfume à cor, o som aos anseios de mudez de minha alma; a luz à alegoria dos pássaros pela manhã; o crepúsculo ao cicio melancólico das cigarras - tudo isto eu fiz com sacrifício de coisas mais proveitosas, não pensando em fortuna, em posição, em respeitabilidade. Humilharam-me, ridicularizaram-me, e eu, que sou homem de combate, tudo sofri resignadamente. Meu nome afinal soou, correu todo este Brasil ingrato e mesquinho; e eu fiquei cada vez mais pobre, a viver de uma aposentadoria miserável, com a cabeça cheia de imagens de ouro e a alma iluminada pela luz imaterial dos espaços celestes. O fulgor do meu ideal me cegou; a vida, quando não me fosse traduzida em poesia, aborrecia-me. Pairei sempre no ideal; e se este me rebaixou aos olhos dos homens, por não compreender certos atos desarticulados da minha existência; entretanto, elevou-me aos meus próprios, perante a minha consciência, porque cumpri o meu dever, executei a minha missão: fui poeta! Para isto, fiz todo o sacrifício. A Arte só ama a quem a ama inteiramente, só e unicamente; e eu precisava amá-la, porque ela representava, não só a minha Redenção, mas toda a dos meus irmãos, na mesma dor. Louco?! Haverá cabeça cujo maquinismo impunemente possa resistir a tão inesperados embates, a tão fortes conflitos, a colisões com o meio tão bruscas e imprevistas? Haverá?

Memorize this list of foods that you should eat liberally: 1.​All green vegetables, both raw and cooked, including frozen. If it is green, you get the green light. Don’t forget raw peas, snow pea pods, kohlrabi, okra, and frozen artichoke hearts. 2.​Non-green, non-starchy vegetables, including tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, mushrooms, onions, garlic, leeks, cauliflower, water chestnuts, hearts of palm, and roasted garlic cloves. 3.​Raw starchy vegetables, such as raw carrots, raw beets, jicama, radish, and parsnips. They are all great, shredded raw, in your salad. 4.​Beans/legumes, including split peas, lima beans, lentils, soybeans, black beans, and all red, white, and blue beans. Soak them overnight, then rinse and cook them, add them to salads and soups, make bean burgers, sprout them, and eat bean pasta. 5.​Low-sugar fruits, one or two with breakfast and about one more each meal. 6.​Try to have berries or pomegranate at least once a day. Frozen berries are the most cost effective.

In the maze of her tattered fantasies, she uttered the dua of Prophet Musa alaihis salam, the prayer that changed his life, hoping it would have the same impact on hers. Rabbi inni lima anzalta ilayya min khairin faqir - My Lord, I am in absolute need of the good You send me. For her Rabb was Generous, and she desperately needed any goodness He sent her way. She didn’t know what it was, but she trusted her Lord to give her that which He thought was good.

Nur das Schwierige ist anregend, nur der Widerstand der uns herausfordert, kann unser Erkenntnisvermögen geschmeidig krümmen, es wecken und in Gang halten

Ay Ulises Lima, escribía todo el tiempo (es lo que más recuerdo de él) en los márgenes de los libros que sustraía y en papeles sueltos que solía perder. Y nunca escribía poemas, escribía versos que luego con suerte ensamblaba en largos poemas extraños.

The Lima, has costed thirty in Age, half my Cent, I assume.

Nikah adalah penyempurna agama. Coba lihatlah sejenak jemari tanganmu. Di satu lengan kau punya lima jari, itu pertanda rukun Islam yang harus kau pegang teguh. Namun, tahukah kau kenapa lima jemari itu dicipta dengan bersela? Ya, agar tiap selanya kelak akan digenapi oleh sela jemari yang lain. Yakni jemari kekasih yang sudah dipersiapkan oleh Tuhan. Jemari itu lantas bergandeng erat. Lekat. Lalu berjalan melintasi usia yang tersisa dengan bersama. Hingga meraih jannah.

Nikah adalah penyempyrna agama. Coba lihatlah sejenak jemari tanganmu. Di satu lengan kau punya lima jari, itu pertanda rukun Islam yang harus kau pegang teguh. Namun, tahukah kau kenapa lima jemari itu dicipta dengan bersela? Ya, agar tiap selanya kelak akan digenapi oleh sela jemari yang lain. Yakni jemari kekasih yang sudah dipersiapkan oleh Tuhan. Jemari itu lantas bergandeng erat. Lekat. Lalu berjalan melintasi usia yang tersisa dengan bersama. Hingga meraih jannah.

Sebelum tidur ia berdoa, "semoga lima jam lagi aku terjaga dan kuat menghadapi luka yang sama.

Susan: ¡fue ayer!, ayer cuando conoció a un peruano en Londres y se casó con él en Lima, ahora se casaba en Londres con un peruano conocido en Lima. Pensar que Juan Lucas estaba en Londres cuando ella salía con Santiago…

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Ia merasa dirinya sebagai raja yang ingin menaklukkan nafsunya sendiri. Menelisik setiap susunan bidak bidak yang berdiri di hadapannya. Algoritma rumit yang menimbang setiap langkah yang terlintas dalam benak seorang Grandmaster. Adakah sebuah varian istimewa yang bisa mewakili siasat yang ingin ia mainkan? Menentukan strategi pembukaan yang akan memastikan sebuah kemenangan berada di dalam genggaman tangannya. Menetapkan langkah, apakah ia mesti maju menyerang atau justru mundur bertahan? Pertaruhan martabat memaksanya berpikir keras, kemana pion pion hitam itu harus beranjak? Demi menegakkan wibawa yang menyerupai sebuah batu penjuru. Hasrat yang menunggu pintu gerbang terbuka untuk membuka jalan menuju kastilnya sendiri. Istana nan megah dengan halaman luas berupa taman yang tertata indah persis seperti di dalam mimpi Raja Nushirvan. Demikianlah ia melihat Xiangqi terlahir di China, berkelana ke India sebagai Chaturanga dan lalu hijrah ke Persia sebagai Shatranj. Petak petak hitam putih di atas papan yang kemudian menjelma menjadi lingkaran ouroboros. Bala tentara Maharaja Gupta mulai bergerak serentak melewati setiap tatahan batu dan undak undakan tangga melewati lebih dari lima belas abad perjalanan waktu yang tak tahu kapan bakal berhenti. Ialah titisan Sang Chandragupta, memberi aba aba kepada segenap prajuritnya dengan suara lantang. Langkah kakinya tegap dan mantap. Walau tidak seperti dulu, ia masih sanggup tegak berdiri, melihat dirinya sendiri di dalam pantulan cermin. Anggun dan memesona seperti seekor kuda bangsawan. Elok seperti Akhal Teke dan rupawan bagai Friesian. Dengan tubuh yang liat, kaki yang kuat, mata yang ekspresif dengan lengan berotot dan kejantanan yang tak ingin ia sembunyikan di balik benteng pikiran seekor gajah yang keras kepala dan keangkuhan hati seorang menteri yang bersikeras ingin diakui. Itulah sebab mengapa ia tak akan pernah mengibarkan bendera putih. Walau ia tahu, setiap langkah punya arti untuk menang atau ditaklukkan. Ia tak akan menyerah tanpa melakukan perlawanan. Pada sisa waktu yang berdetak kian lambat dan perlahan memojokkan dirinya hingga sudut terjauh dari pertahanan papan caturnya sendiri. Setiap petak hitam putih adalah pertaruhan antara hidup dan mati. Jengkal tanah yang mesti ia bela mati matian. Sepenuhnya tahu, di atas permukaan papan yang seakan tenang dan hening itu, ada pertempuran dahsyat dan berdarah darah. Perang yang telanjur mengubur semua ingatan atas waktu yang seolah tak pernah berubah. Masih seperti dulu. Waktu yang masih bisa menertawakan kenaifannya akan dunia. Waktu yang mengajarkannya memahami absurditas hidup. Waktu yang secara ironis justru ingin menghancurkannya. Memaksa ia mencermati setiap langkah melewati  jebakan tarian tango sang ratu yang akan mengantarkannya menjemput ajal. Maut yang setia mengintai di setiap sudut dan tak akan pernah berhenti memaksanya untuk menyerah.

Meses después averiguaría que el iskiate es también conocido como chía fresca. Se hace disolviendo semillas de chía en agua y añadiendo un poco de azúcar y un chorro de zumo de lima. En lo que a contenido nutricional respecta, una cucharada de chía es el equivalente a un batido de salmón, espinacas y hormona del crecimiento humana. Aun siendo tan pequeñas, esas semillas están repletas de omega-3, omega-6, proteínas, calcio, hierro, zinc, fibra y antioxidantes. Si uno tuviera que elegir un alimento para llevar a una isla desierta, no habría muchas opciones mejores que la chía, sobre todo si está interesado en desarrollar músculos, reducir el colesterol y disminuir el riesgo de cardiopatías. Tras unos meses de una dieta basada en chía, probablemente podría regresar nadando. La chía fue alguna vez tan apreciada, que los aztecas solían enviársela a su rey para rendirle homenaje.

As they sailed from Lima towards Guayaquil, Humboldt examined the cold current that hugs the western coast of South America from southern Chile to northern Peru. The current’s cold, nutrient-loaded water supports such abundance of marine life that it is the world’s most productive marine ecosystem. Years later, it would be called the Humboldt Current. And though Humboldt was flattered to have it named after him, he also protested. The fishing boys along the coast had known of the current for centuries, Humboldt said, all he had done was to have been the first to measure it and to discover that it was cold.

I can finally name the creeping feeling that I felt over the past 48 hours since the R&R phase began. It is simply the realisation that this incredible trip is slowly coming to an end and that I have been dreading the return to Lima because once we end up setting foot here it means that the hardships, the challenges and the learning experiences are over.

We’ll even simplify it here: basic cuts of meat, seafood, and eggs are always compliant. All vegetables except for corn, peas, and lima beans are compliant. All fruit is compliant. Healthy fats are outlined in detail on our shopping list.

El tiempo pasa como un gato que se lame el pelaje. Los lugares de la ciudad van mutando de piel. Lima se transforma sin prisas, sin apuros. Lo que hemos construido es sólido y disfrutamos de caminar juntas. Si nos miran ya no bajamos la cabeza, no nos soltamos las manos. Ya no pretendemos ser invisibles. Redescubro contigo el significado de la dulzura y la lealtad. Compartimos fines de semana con nuestros parientes. Después de casi doce años, al fin una de mis novias puede participar de las cenas y cumpleaños familiares. Pueden subirse ella y nuestro grupo de amigos al carro de papá, quien en su día de furia había jurado «aquí no se suben maricones». La ciudad hace rodar los dados, nos lleva por sus laberintos. Somos las piezas y somos el tablero. Salimos a desnudar nuestros corazones por las arterias de esta ciudad, ligeras pero con precaución. Es sabido que Lima siempre te morderá los talones.

Kau pancarkan kebahagiaanmu dari mata air yang tersembunyi. Seperti ketika laut pasang di bawah tatapan lembut sang matahari mendatangkan kegembiraan yang tak terlukiskan. Sepasang lima jari yang terkembang ke empat penjuru samudra saat menghantarkan puja kepada yang maha kuasa. Ia yang memberi kita segala kenikmatan. Ia yang kepadanya kita berpulang. Menjamah pusat rindu yang gaib, mencumbui perasaan  garib yang sebelumnya tiada dikenal. Waktu yang memetakan segala ingatan purba atas raga kita yang fana, telah tumbuh menjadi kenangan baka atas lebatnya hutan rimba belantara dan sebuah sendang kecil di tengah tengah pulau terpencil yang dikelilingi oleh lembah yang permai dan perbukitan perak yang dulu sekali sering engkau jelajahi. Gunung gunung yang menjulang tinggi di kejauhan seakan menantang untuk ditaklukkan. Langit biru terhampar di atas padang gundul terbentang jauh hingga ke semenanjung yang sebelumnya tak pernah dijamah. Semua yang dulu cuma bagian dari lintasan sejarah, namun kini selamanya telah jadi pengingat akan dirimu. Semua yang dulu pernah mengungkapkan seluruh jejak petilasan dan penaklukanmu. Bentang alam dari seluruh kekayaan yang kini engkau simpan dalam perbendaharaanmu pribadi. Alam liar dari horizon pikiran dan khazanah perasaan yang nyaris tak terselami. Tidak ada lagi rahasia yang engkau tutupi dari mata kami, selain daripada ceruk ceruk terdalam dari palung palung yang tersembunyi di balik mimpi mimpimu. Sungguh, tiada lagi kebahagiaan yang mampu mewakili perasaan kami saat ini, karena engkau telah mengijinkan kami untuk menjadi saksi mata; hasrat dari hasratmu, kerinduan dari kerinduanmu, cinta dari cintamu. Bagaimana kami mampu membalas kebaikan hatimu yang sungguh tiada terkira? Sebab hanya tulus kata dari apa yang tak terucap namun telah puas kami saksikan, akan menggenapi seluruh janji dari semua yang telah engkau beri namun tak akan pernah kami miliki. Akan tetapi, sudah cukuplah itu semua bagi kami, karena engkau telah mengijinkan kami mengagumi keelokan panorama dari apa yang selama ini engkau simpan rapat rapat sebagai harta pusaka yang hanya bisa dinikmati oleh sang raja.

El tiempo lima las aristas de los recuerdos más lacerantes.

Seguro Miranda de lo que hace, escribe, incitándoles a la revolución integral, a Rodríguez Peña, Zapiola, Necochea, Moreno y otros, en Buenos Aires; a O'Higgins, Villegas Mackenna y Enríquez, en Chile; a Riva Agüero, López Aldana, Monteagudo, Unanue, en Lima; a Juan Pío Montúfar, en Quito; al marqués del Toro, en Caracas; a Hidalgo y Morelos, en México, y a muchos otros. En la mayoría de los casos el vehículo seguro y eficaz es la masonería.