Uva Quotes

There exists indeed an opposition to it [building of UVA, Jefferson's secular college] by the friends of William and Mary, which is not strong. The most restive is that of the priests of the different religious sects, who dread the advance of science as witches do the approach of day-light; and scowl on it the fatal harbinger announcing the subversion of the duperies on which they live. In this the Presbyterian clergy take the lead. The tocsin is sounded in all their pulpits, and the first alarm denounced is against the particular creed of Doctr. Cooper; and as impudently denounced as if they really knew what it is. [Letter to José Francesco Corrê a Da Serra - Monticello, April 11, 1820]

Uva uvum vivendo varia fit

Te abrazo y corren las mandarinas; te beso y todas las uvas sueltan el vino oculto de su corazón sobre mi boca.

Yo vivo ahora en un país tan suave como la piel otoñal de las uvas…

This institution will be based on the illimitable freedom of the human mind. For here we are not afraid to follow truth wherever it may lead, nor to tolerate any error so long as reason is left free to combat it.

... y mi deseo y mi deseo y mi deseo no puede ser una uva secándose al sol, que mi deseo, si él no lo quiere, otro lo querrá, pero que qué pena, Javier, le diré, qué pena que no te hayas atrevido conmigo.

O teu avô pisava as uvas para fazer vinho, não era? Quando se chega a esta idade somos uma uvas, pisadas a vida inteira. Um dia, Nosso Senhor transformar-nos-á em vinho. Sofremos tanto que já só podemos ressuscitar, já não nos sobra mais nada.

Quien no conoce nada, no ama nada. Quien no puede hacer nada, no comprende nada. Quien nada comprende, nada vale. Pero quien comprende también ama, observa, ve. Cuanto mayor es el conocimiento inherente a una cosa, más grande es el amor. Quien cree que todas las frutas maduran al mismo tiempo que las frutillas nada sabe acerca de las uvas.

Las personas del presente estábamos de demasiada mala uva para lo bien que realmente nos iba. Y yo siempre había estado de demasiada mala uva para lo bien que realmente me iba.

Tenía una de esas caras de pasa que todavía te las puedes imaginar cuando eran uva porque en algún lugar por debajo de las arrugas hubo una vez algo bonito.

Honey, I appreciate that so much, I really do, but it’s not just transferring that I’m worrying about. I’m worried about his mind-set. When he gets to UVA, he needs to be focused. He’s going there to be a student athlete. He can’t be driving down to North Carolina every weekend. It just isn’t practical. You’re both so young. Peter’s already making big life decisions based on you, and who even knows what’s going to happen with you two in the future. You’re teenagers. Life doesn’t always work out the way you think it’s going to work out. . . . I don’t know if Peter ever told you this, but Peter’s dad and I got married very young. And I’d—I’d just hate to see you two make the same mistakes we did.” She hesitates. “Lara Jean, I know my son, and he’s not going to let you go unless you let him go first.” I

What about UNC? Are you even planning on transferring to UVA anymore? When it was William and Mary, it was a given, and now it doesn’t seem like it.” I wet my lips. My heart is pounding out of control. “I’m not sure. Maybe? But maybe not. UNC feels different to me.” “Yeah, I know. It’s obvious.” “Don’t make it sound like a bad thing! Would you rather I go somewhere and be unhappy?” “Temporarily unhappy,” he corrects. “Peter!

Antes de que el huerto, el vino o la uva estuviese en el mundo, nuestra alma estaba borracha de vino inmortal

Así, como un perro agradecido, te sentabas a sus pies a mirarlo, a escucharlo arrobada, loca de amor, como si de su boca salieran uvas, miel, jazmines, pájaros.

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Dear God, please, please let me get into UVA.

Tomó Abigail a toda prisa doscientos panes y dos odres de vino, cinco carneros ya preparados, cinco arrobas de trigo tostado, cien racimos de uvas pasas y doscientos panes de higos secos. Cargó

Hai dimenticato la dottrina della tua chiesa, eh? La croce...il pane, il vino...il confessionale...sono solo simboli.Senza la fede, la croce non è che un pezzo di legno, il pane farina arrostita, il vino uva fermentata

You really do have a pretty voice, Peter. You never should’ve quit chorus.” “The only reason I ever took chorus is because all the girls were in chorus.” “Well, then forget about joining a chorus at UVA. No a cappella groups either.

So many new people are moving here. It used to be you’d only see bumper stickers for the Gamecocks, or Clemson, or the Citadel. Now you’ve got people driving around with Alabama and UVA stickers. Any one of them could be a serial killer for all we know.

UVA has a great law school," I say, and I get a sudden pang, because college is one thing, but law school? That's so far away, and who knows what will happen between now and then? By then we'll be such different people. Thinking of Peter in his twenties, I feel a sense of yearning for the man I many never get to meet. Right now, today, he's still a boy, and I know him better than anybody, but what if it isn't always this way? Already our paths are diverging, a little more every day, the closer we get to August.

When he came down, he was slower, and clutching something his hand. He leapt down the last 5 feet or so and came over to me, uncurling his fingers. In his palm was something trembling and silky and the bright, delicious pale gold of apples; in the gloom of the jungle it looked like light itself. Uva nudged the thing with a finger and it turned over, and I could see it was a monkey of some sort, though no monkey I had ever seen before; it was only a few inches larger than one of the mice I had once been tasked with killing, and his face was a wrinkled black heart, its features pinched together but its eyes large and as blankly blue as a blind kitten's. It had tiny, perfectly formed hands, one of which was gripping its tail, which it had wrapped around itself and which was flamboyantly furred, its hair hanging like a fringe.

5,000 IU daily for adults, 1,000 IU/25 pounds of body weight daily for kids, plus twenty minutes of direct sunlight on unprotected skin per day, without sunglasses, or ten minutes of UVB tanning lamp per day (note: UVB tanning lamps don’t cause tanning damage the way UVA lamps do)

Tell me something else instead. Tell me what you’re looking forward to most about going to school here.” “You go first. What are you most excited about?” Right away, Peter says, “That’s easy. Streaking the lawn with you.” “That’s what you’re looking forward to more than anything? Running around naked?” Hastily I add, “I’m never doing that, by the way.” He laughs. “It’s a UVA tradition. I thought you were all about UVA traditions.” “Peter!” “I’m just kidding.” He leans forward and puts his arms around my shoulders, rubbing his nose in my neck the way he likes to do.

The most widely used measure of these implicit attitudes is the Implicit Association Test (IAT), developed by Tony Greenwald, Mahzarin Banaji, and my UVA colleague Brian Nosek.14 You can take the IAT yourself at ProjectImplicit.org. But be forewarned: it can be disturbing. You can actually feel yourself moving more slowly when you are asked to associate good things with the faces of one race rather than another. You can watch as your implicit attitude contradicts your explicit values. Most people turn out to have negative implicit associations with many social groups, such as black people, immigrants, obese people, and the elderly.

Now sing!” “You little witch.” He looks around to see if anyone is listening, and then he softly sings, “I need someone older and wiser telling me what to do…You are seventeen going on eighteen…I’ll depend on you.” I clap my hands in delight. Is there anything more intoxicating than making a boy bend to your will? I roll closer to him and throw my arms around his neck. “Now you’re the one making PDAs!” he says. “You really do have a pretty voice, Peter. You never should’ve quit chorus.” “The only reason I ever took chorus is because all the girls were in chorus.” “Well, then forget about joining a chorus at UVA. No a cappella groups either.

Quien no conoce nada, no ama nada. Quien no puede hacer nada, no comprende nada. Quien nada comprende, nada vale. Pero quien comprende también ama, observa, ve… Cuanto mayor es el conocimiento inherente a una cosa, más grande es el amor… Quien cree que todas las frutas maduran al mismo tiempo que las frutillas nada sabe acerca de las uvas.

What I will always remember about Havana is the light...All I can see is the blinding light of Havana. It's burned into my retina. It still hurts my eyes.

Jefferson also founded the first intentionally secularized university in America. His vision for the University of Virginia was for education finally free from traditional Christian dogma. He had a disdain for the influence that institutional Christianity had on education. At the University of Virginia there was no Christian curriculum and the school had no chaplain.

Style” comes on and we all go crazy, screaming in each other’s faces and jumping up and down. Peter goes craziest of all. He keeps asking me if I’m having fun. He only asks out loud once, but with his eyes he asks me again and again. They are bright and hopeful, alight with expectation. With my eyes I tell him, Yes yes yes I am having fun. We’re starting to get the hang of slow dancing, too. Maybe we should take a ballroom-dancing class when I get to UVA so we can actually get good at it. I tell him this, and fondly he says, “You always want to take things to the next level. Next-level chocolate chip cookies.” “I gave up on those.” “Next-level Halloween costumes.” “I like for things to feel special.” At this, Peter smiles down at me and I say, “It’s just too bad we’ll never dance cheek to cheek.” “Maybe we could order you some dancing stilts.” “Oh, you mean high heels?” He snickers. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as ten-inch heels.” I ignore him. “And it’s too bad your noodle arms aren’t strong enough to pick me up.” Peter lets out a roar like an injured lion and swoops me up and swings me around, just like I knew he would. It’s a rare thing, to know someone so well, whether they’ll pivot left or right. Outside of my family, I think he might be the person I know best of all.

This means that we’re exposed to damaging UVA rays without the benefit of sunburn to tell us when we’ve had enough. Whether we’re sitting indoors near a window, in a car with the sun streaming through the windshield, or on a beach slathered in SPF 35, we’re soaking up excessive amounts of UVA. So is sunscreen protecting us at all? Not really, although there’s a time and a place for certain other types of sun protection, as we’ll discuss.

There’s our homecoming picture. Last Halloween, when I dressed up as Mulan and Peter wore a dragon costume. There’s a receipt from Tart and Tangy. One of his notes to me, from before. If you make Josh’s dumb white-chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it’s over. Pictures of us from Senior Week. Prom. Dried rose petals from my corsage. The Sixteen Candles picture. There are some things I didn’t include, like the ticket stub from our first real date, the note he wrote me that said, I like you in blue. Those things are tucked away in my hatbox. I’ll never let those go. But the really special thing I’ve included is my letter, the one I wrote to him so long ago, the one that brought us together. I wanted to keep it, but something felt right about Peter having it. One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It’s the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours. When he gets to that page, Peter stops. “I thought you wanted to keep this,” he said. “I wanted to, but then I felt like you should have it. Just promise you’ll keep it forever.” He turns the page. It’s a picture from when we took my grandma to karaoke. I sang “You’re So Vain” and dedicated it to Peter. Peter got up and sang “Style” by Taylor Swift. Then he dueted “Unchained Melody” with my grandma, and after, she made us both promise to take a Korean language class at UVA. She and Peter took a ton of selfies together that night. She made one her home screen on her phone. Her friends at her apartment complex said he looked like a movie star. I made the mistake of telling Peter, and he crowed about it for days after. He stays on that page for a while. When he doesn’t say anything, I say, helpfully, “It’s something to remember us by.” He snaps the book shut. “Thanks,” he says, flashing me a quick smile. “This is awesome.

Con la palabra inauguramos, damos vida. Yo te nombro la playa de mi cuerpo, la bahía de mi boca, el abra de mis brazos. Yo te nombro callado, yo te nombro vibrante. Te digo aves, te digo remolinos. Espeso ahora mi juventud, tú la adulteces. Grave ahora mi corazón, tú me lo sanas. Tú me haces crecer como la tierra plantas, como la tierra uvas, como la tierra creces. Y yo crezco contigo. Me haces crecer sobre tu cuerpo y soy como una enredadera tendido entre tus brazos. Peso ahora tu corazón y el mío: peso lo doble.

I tell him I’d better get going, because Margot’s coming home from Scotland tonight, and I want to stock the fridge with all her favorite foods. Peter’s face falls. “You don’t want to hang out a little longer? I can take you to the store.” “I still have to clean up the upstairs, too,” I say, standing up. He tugs on my shirt and tries to pull me back onto the bed. “Come on, five more minutes.” I lie back down next to him and he cuddles in close, but I’m still thinking about the yearbook. I’ve been working on his scrapbook for months; the least he can do is write me a nice yearbook message. “This is good practice for college,” he murmurs, pulling me toward him, wrapping his arms around me. “The beds are small at UVA. How big are the beds at UNC?” My back to him, I say, “I don’t know. I didn’t get to see the dorms.” He tucks his head in the space between my neck and shoulder. “That was a trick question,” he says, and I can feel him smile against my neck. “To check and see if you visited a random UNC guy’s dorm room with Chris. Congrats, you passed the test.” I can’t help but laugh.

I don’t think I heard you right. Say that again,” Titus said. He was tired and stressed and his mind was reeling from all he’d seen this morning. One of his best friends’ sons was killed in front of him. A teacher who had written a letter of recommendation for him to attend UVA had his brains blown out the back of his head. And now his Blackness, a thing that was as intrinsic a part of him as his arms and legs, was being challenged by a man who six months ago was selling more Oxy and molly to his own people than he sold to the Tylers and Madisons of the county.

Ho l'illusione per un momento che qualcosa aderisca, acquisti peso, profondità, pienezza, sia completa. Così, per un momento, sembra la mia vita. Se fosse possibile, te la offrirei tutta intera. La staccherei dal ramo come si stacca un grappolo d'uva. Direi: "Prendila. È la mia vita". [...] Ma per farti capire, per consegnarti la mia vita, devo raccontarti una storia - e sono tante, così tante, le storie - storie di infanzia, storie di scuola, di amore, di matrimonio, di morte ecc. ecc. Nessuna è vera. Eppure, come bambini ci raccontiamo delle storie, e per adornarle inventiamo queste belle frasi, ridicole, sgargianti. Come sono stanco di storie, come sono stanco di frasi che escono così bene, con tanto di piedi per terra! E come non mi fido di quei bei progetti di vita, così precisi, tracciati su un foglio di carta da lettere. Comincio a desiderare un linguaggio a parte, come quello degli innamorati, parole smozzicate, inarticolate, simili allo scalpiccio dei piedi sul selciato. Comincio a cercare un progetto che si accordi meglio con i momenti di umiliazione e di vittoria che innegabilmente di quando in quando capitano a tutti.

About The Memory of Silence: If it contributes to a better understanding of the contemporary history of Cuba and its diaspora, as well as the sufferings of all the peoples separated by ideologies or displaced by wars and other conflicts, all my efforts in writing it will be more than compensated.

Siempre quise a Paulina. En uno de mis primeros recuerdos, Paulina y yo estamos ocultos en una oscura glorieta de laureles, en un jardín con dos leones de piedra. Paulina me dijo: Me gusta el azul, me gustan las uvas, me gusta el hielo, me gustan las rosas, me gustan los caballos blancos. Yo comprendí que mi felicidad había empezado, porque en esas preferencias podía identificarme con Paulina. Nos parecimos tan milagrosamente que en un libro sobre la final reunión de las almas en el alma del mundo, mi amiga escribió en el margen: Las nuestras ya se reunieron. ''Nuestra'' en aquel tiempo, significaba la de ella y la mía.

—Una noche me trajeron un fruto, pequeño como un grano de uva y rojo como una rosa. Me prometieron que no volverían a hacerme daño. Yo era sólo una niña tonta, así que tomé el fruto y mi destino quedó sellado. —¿Estaba envenenado? —preguntó Jared, pensando en Blancanieves y las manzanas. —En cierto modo, sí —contestó ella con una sonrisa extraña—. Era lo más sabroso que había probado jamás. Sabía como uno imagina que deben saber las flores. El sabor de una canción que no acertamos a nombrar. Después de probar eso, la comida humana, los alimentos normales, eran como serrín y ceniza. Por más que me esforzaba, no podía comerlos. Iba a morir de hambre.

Tell me something else instead. Tell me what you’re looking forward to most about going to school here.” “You go first. What are you most excited about?” Right away, Peter says, “That’s easy. Streaking the lawn with you.” “That’s what you’re looking forward to more than anything? Running around naked?” Hastily I add, “I’m never doing that, by the way.” He laughs. “It’s a UVA tradition. I thought you were all about UVA traditions.” “Peter!” “I’m just kidding.” He leans forward and puts his arms around my shoulders, rubbing his nose in my neck the way he likes to do. “Your turn.” I let myself dream about it for a minute. If I get in, what am I most looking forward to? There are so many things, I can hardly name them all. I’m looking forward to eating waffles every day with Peter in the dining hall. To us sledding down O-Hill when it snows. To picnics when it’s warm. To staying up all night talking and then waking up and talking some more. To late-night laundry and last-minute road trips. To…everything. Finally I say, “I don’t want to jinx it.” “Come on!” “Okay, okay…I guess I’m most looking forward to…to going to the McGregor Room whenever I want.” People call it the Harry Potter room, because of the rugs and chandeliers and leather chairs and the portraits on the wall. The bookshelves go from the floor to the ceiling, and all of the books are behind metal grates, protected like the precious objects they are. It’s a room from a different time. It’s very hushed--reverential, even. There was this one summer--I must have been five or six, because it was before Kitty was born--my mom took a class at UVA, and she used to study in the McGregor Room. Margot and I would color, or read. My mom called it the magic library, because Margot and I never fought inside of it. We were both quiet as church mice; we were so in awe of all the books, and of the older kids studying. Peter looks disappointed. I’m sure it’s because he thought I would name something having to do with him. With us. But for some reason, I want to keep those hopes just for me for now. “You can come with me to the McGregor Room,” I say. “But you have to promise to be quiet.” Affectionately Peter says, “Lara Jean, only you would look forward to hanging out in a library.

You should give him a picture of you to keep him company, if you know what I mean.” She frowns at me. “Do you know what I mean?” “Like, a sexy picture? No way!” I start backing away from her. “Look, I’ve gotta go to class.” The last thing I want to do is think about Peter and random girls. I’m still trying to get used to the idea that we won’t be together at UVA this fall. Chris rolls her eyes. “Calm down. I’m not talking about a nudie. I would never suggest that for you of all people. What I’m talking about is a pinup-girl shot, but not, like, cheesy. Sexy. Something Kavinsky can hang up in his dorm room.” “Why would I want him to hang up a sexy picture of me in his dorm room for all the world to see?” Chris reaches out and flicks me on the forehead. “Ow!” I shove her away from me and rub the spot where she flicked me. “That hurt!” “You deserved it for asking such a dumb question.” She sighs. “I’m talking about preventative measures. A picture of you on his wall is a way for you to mark your territory. Kavinsky’s hot. And he’s an athlete. Do you think other girls will respect the fact that he’s in a long-distance relationship?” She lowers her voice and adds, “With a Virgin Mary girlfriend?” I gasp and then look around to see if anyone heard. “Chris!” I hiss. “Can you please not?” “I’m just trying to help you! You have to protect what’s yours, Lara Jean. If I met some hot guy in Costa Rica with a long-distance gf who he wasn’t even sleeping with? I don’t think I’d take it very seriously.” She gives me a shrug and a sorry-not-sorry look. “You should definitely frame the picture too, so people know you’re not someone to mess with. A frame says permanence. A picture taped on a wall says here today, gone tomorrow.” I chew on my bottom lip thoughtfully. “So maybe a picture of me baking, in an apron--” “With nothing underneath?” Chris cackles, and I flick her forehead lightning quick. “Ow!” “Get serious then!

La mayoría de las personas son otras personas. Sus pensamientos son las opiniones de otro, su vida un remedo, sus pasiones una cita. Cristo no fue sólo el Individualista supremo, sino el primero de la Historia. Se ha querido hacer de él un vulgar Filántropo, como los espantosos filántropos del siglo diecinueve, o se le ha colocado como Altruista al lado de los acientíficos y los sentimentales. Pero en realidad no fue ni lo uno ni lo otro. Tiene compasión, naturalmente, de los pobres, de los que están encerrados en las cárceles, de los humildes, de los desdichados, pero tiene mucha más compasión de los ricos, de los hedonistas duros, de los que dilapidan su libertad en hacerse esclavos de las cosas, de los que visten telas suaves y viven en las casas de los reyes. La Riqueza y el Placer le parecían tragedias realmente mayores que la Pobreza y el Dolor. Y en cuanto al Altruismo, ¿quién supo mejor que él que es la vocación y no la volición lo que nos determina, y que no se pueden recoger uvas de los espinos ni higos de los cardos? Vivir para los demás como objetivo concreto y deliberado no fue su credo. No fue la base de su credo. Cuando dice: « Perdonad a vuestros enemigos», no lo dice por el bien del enemigo sino por el bien de uno mismo, y porque el Amor es más bello que el Odio. Cuando ruega al joven al que amó con verle: «Vende todo lo que tienes y dáselo a los pobres », no es en el estado de los pobres en lo que está pensando, sino en el alma del joven, el alma gentil que la riqueza estaba desfigurando. En su visión de la vida coincide con el artista que sabe que por la ley inevitable del propio perfeccionamiento el poeta ha de cantar, y el escultor pensar en bronce, y el pintor hacer del mundo espejo de sus estados de ánimo, tan seguro y tan cierto como que el majuelo ha de florecer en primavera, y el trigo llamear de oro al tiempo de la siega, y la Luna en sus ordenadas andanzas cambiar de escudo en hoz y de hoz en escudo.

It's important to know that vitamin D is not obtained from the sun just anytime, anywhere. So, the rule of thumb is that if the sun is not at least 45 degrees above the horizon you are not going to be able to get any vitamin D because the ozone in the air is thick enough that the UV-B rays don't get to you. So you can still get sunburn from the UV-A rays but the UV-B rays that help provide vitamin D are not accessible to you. If you want to know if you're getting vitamin D or not it's very simple: When you're outside, look at the ground; look at your shadow. If your shadow is not sharp and shorter than you are tall, you are not getting significant amounts of vitamin D.

Dear John, I, Lara Jean, hereby make a solemn vow--nay, an unbreakable vow--to return my letter to you, intact and unchanged. Now give me my letter back! Also you’re such a liar. You know very well that plenty of girls liked you in middle school. At sleepovers, girls would be like, are you Team Peter of Team John? Don’t pretend like you didn’t know that, Johnny! And to answer your question--there were five letters. Five meaningful boys in my whole life history. Though, now that I’m writing it down, five sounds like a lot, considering the fact that I’m only sixteen. I wonder how many there’ll have been by the time I’m twenty! There’s this lady at the nursing home I volunteer at, and she’s had so many husbands and lived so many lives. I look at her and I think, she must not have even one regret, because she’s done and seen it all. Did I tell you my older sister Margot’s all the way in Scotland, at St. Andrews? It’s where Prince William and Kate Middleton met. Maybe she’ll meet a prince, too, haha! Where do you want to go to college? Do you know what you want to study? I think I want to stay in state. Virginia has great public schools and it’ll be much cheaper, but I guess the main reason is I’m very close to my family and I don’t want to be too-too far away. I used to think I might want to go to UVA and live at home, but now I’m thinking dorms are the way to go for a true college experience. Don’t forget to send back my letter, Lara Jean

Se un tempo egli si proponeva di non essere mai né l'ultimo né il primo, i fatti gli avevano dimostrato che cotesta era una posizione impossibile da sostenere. In ogni circostanza l'urto è uno solo, e non conta il peso delle singole spallate. "Chi è più forte, spinge più forte" diceva. "Gli viene naturale". Non esiste un primo e un ultimo, e si tratta, piuttosto che di muscoli, di carattere, e di persuasione. Di volerla una cosa, oppure no. Di stare da una parte o dall'altra, poiché, diceva, il mondo è diviso in due, ci sono gli amici e i nemici. "Le vie di mezzo sono fatte per chi ha tempo da perdere e paura che gli venga a mancare la pappa scodellata". Accedeva a delle distinzioni: "C'è, semmai, la scale del più e del meno, ma riguarda la considerazione in cui devi tenere gli amici. A volte sbagliano, tutti si può sbagliare. Una cosa non è mai tutta bene o tutta male. Anche nella più bell'uva vedrai delle macchioline, è da lì che l'acino, se lo conservi, incomincia a marcire. Tu, cotesti amici, aspettali al momento che i fatti, come le sorbe, vengono a maturazione. Ma intanto, cammina insieme a loro, non ti staccare. Potrebbe essere che il torto fosse tuo. Certe volte inganna perfino il filo a piombo, e perfino lo specchio, figùrati se non ci si inganna a giudicarsi di persona. Infallibile non lo è nemmeno il Papa. Nemmeno Marx, credo, anche se non l'ho studiato. Nessuno. Quindi, tra quelli che la pensano come te, guarda chi ne sa più di te, pesalo, fatti capire, e poi vagli dietro, vai bene".

La disminución de la gravedad llegó hasta tal punto que las rayas de la piel de tigre que tenía colgada en la pared, se desprendieron de la piel y rodearon nuestros cuerpos y nos encarcelaron. Luego se desprendieron todos los motivos frutales de nuestra vajilla e hicimos así el amor entre racimos de uvas diminutas y montañas de manzanas liliputienses. Luego se desprendieron las flores que Estefanía había bordado en la funda de la almohada, y como cada vez que mi prima dormía el bordado dejaba una huella en su cara, se desprendió también la huella de las flores. Luego se desprendieron los lunares blancos de mi corbata azul y entonces hicimos el amor rodeados de lunas pequeñas con sabor a seda. Después se desprendieron todos los puntos de colores de un cuadro de Seurat y nos bañaron de confeti. Luego se desprendieron los encabezados y las noticias de los periódicos y las palabras de los libros, y se confundieron, y entonces nos amamos entre la muerte del Ché Guevara en Vietnam y Madame Bovary cruzando el Atlántico en el Espíritu San Luis. Después se desprendió el significado de las palabras y las frases, y entonces hicimos el amor entre balbuceos y sílabas sin sentido. Después se desprendieron todas las huellas digitales que habíamos dejado en la puerta, en los vasos y en las cortinas, y acariciaron nuestros cuerpos. Después se desprendió la piel de nuestras lenguas y nos lamió la espalda. Luego la oscuridad se escapó por la ventana de nuestro cuarto y nos amamos a pleno sol. Después todos los colores del mundo se desprendieron de las cosas y con ellos el color de nuestra piel, de nuestros ojos y nuestras venas y nuestros huesos, y entonces hicimos el amor invisibles, entre todos los colores del paraíso. Luego la vigilia se desprendió de nuestros cuerpos y entonces hicimos el amor dormidos. Después el sueño se desprendió de nuestros ojos y nos amamos despiertos.

In the words of Mark Edmundson, a professor at UVa, "To get an education, you're probably going to have to fight against the institution that you find yourself in - no matter how prestigious it may be.

¡Volver! Desistir del viaje. ¿Dónde quedaría el sueño de encontrar la ciudad de El Dorado? Ya la tenía al alcance de la mano. Pronto Ma-Noa iba a ser suya. ¿Cómo, entonces, volver? Mire, amigo, le decía Homet al guía (su único acompañante), es una ciudad cuajada de rojeces. Por este lado se ven refugios de codornices o de bumbunas delirantes. Allá, detrás de un ventanal, una princesa indígena peina su lacia caballera con un peine de oro que luego guarda entre los pliegues de su bata recamada de brillante pedrería. Senderos de lajas cespeadas conducen a los palacios de mármol; detrás, portones festoneados de arabescos abren increíbles galerías. En los salones tapizados de brocado las alfombras mullen el pisar de las botas con quejidos tenues, como sorprendidas. Diligentes servidores se agitan con bandejas de plata donde el mango alterna con las piñas, las uvas con las sandías, el melón con higos y naranjas, y las chirimoyas desprenden la delicadeza de fruta única en el mundo. Otros acarrean faisanes y carne de carnero secada al sol y guisada con legumbres. Pasan bateas de dulce de toronjas, quesos de cabra, humitas en chala, faisanes con ananá y mil delicadezas que van a lisonjear el paladar de los felices habitantes de la dichosa Ma-Noa. Todo se va en cantar, reír y gozar de la felicidad. En los jardines hay ciervos y vicuñas pastando. Las calles adoquinadas de oro se adornan con plazoletas y jardines donde crecen sensitivas, guayacanes, pasionarias, mirasoles, cedrones, quinaquinas, y la suelda-con-suelda. En esta ciudad todo está permitido a sus habitantes que visten alegremente sus ricas vestiduras. La música sale de los salones atestados de risa. Los hombres no encanecen sus cabellos, los rostros no envejecen y son siempre bellos y jóvenes. La ciudad estaba al alcance de la mano. Sigamos. Más allá. Más adelante. ¿No era aquello un resplandor? Detrás de esas nubes, ¿no se veía un rosado brillante? Los que mueren de sed: que se queden. Los miedosos que deserten. Pero él, Marcel F. Homet, ingeniero francés que había estudiado en los mapas y en los libros de otros que también habían salido a buscar esa ciudad y el rastro de los gigantes, quería seguir adelante, no claudicar. El guía, que en silencio escuchaba la descripción de Ma-Noa, abrió entonces la boca para decir: —Hay que volver, patrón.

el plátano, la uva y el melón no combinan bien con el kiwi, el limón y la piña, aunque sí se puede tomar un zumo de fruta ácida media hora antes de comer frutas dulces. En general las frutas ácidas van mejor por la mañana y las dulces a mediodía y para la cena.

Descendiendo el puerto de Herrera, un balcón natural se abrió ante ellos, deleitándoles con unas espectaculares vistas de las tierras que cientos de metros más abajo henchían el paisaje de miles de hectáreas de vides repletas de uva. Contempló extasiada el horizonte, disfrutando de aquella visión abrumadora y de los colores aún verdosos de los viñedos, que salpicaban el entorno y parecían regocijarse con el baño de luz crepuscular de aquella tarde de septiembre. Él le había advertido, pero aún así aquella escena superó todas sus expectativas. Lo que la sierra de Cantabria tenía ante sus pies era un precioso cuadro viviente que rebosaba vida y belleza.

Operare è amore reso visibile. E se non riuscite ad operare con amore ma soltanto con disgusto, meglio sarebbe lasciare quel vostro lavoro e sedere alla porta del tempio e ricevere l’elemosina di coloro che operano con gioia. Poiché se cuocete il pane con indifferenza, cuocerete un pane amaro, che sfamerà solo a metà la fame dell’uomo. E se spremete l’uva controvoglia, il vostro malanimo distillerà veleno nel vino. E se anche cantate come angeli, ma non amate il cantare, renderete sordo l’orecchio dell’uomo alle voci del giorno e alle voci della notte.

Aquele que imagina que todos os frutos amadurecem ao mesmo tempo, como as cerejas, nada sabe a respeito das uvas.

I know you were hoping to go to UVA, but this might be for the best anyway.

Llegaba hasta el Carpanta, traído por la brisa de tierra, el olor de los montes cercanos: desnudos, secos y calcinados por el sol, con tomillo, romero, palmito y chumbera entre sus peñas pardas, ramblas secas donde crecían las higueras, y almendrales escalonados por muretes de piedra. Pese al cemento y al cristal y al acero y a las excavadoras, a la sucesión interminable de luces bastardas que mancillaba sus orillas de costa a costa, todo el Mediterráneo seguía estando allí, a poca atención que se prestase al tenue rumor de la memoria: aceite y vino rojo, Islam y Talmud, cruces, pinos, cipreses, tumbas, iglesias, ponientes cárdenos como la sangre, velas blancas a lo lejos, piedras talladas por los hombres y por el tiempo, hora singular de la tarde en que todo quedaba quieto y en silencio salvo el canto de la cigarra, noches a la luz de una hoguera hecha con madera de deriva, mientras la luna se elevaba despacio sobre un mar de islas sin agua. Y también espetones de sardinas, laurel y aceitunas, cáscaras de sandía flotando quietas en el leve ondular vespertino de la playa, rumor de guijarros en la resaca del amanecer, barcas pintadas de azul, blanco y rojo, varadas en orillas con molinos en ruinas y olivos grises, y uvas que amarilleaban en los emparrados. Y a su sombra, perdidos los ojos en el azul intenso que se extendía hacia levante, hombres inmóviles mirando el mar; héroes atezados y barbudos que sabían de naufragios en calas designadas por dioses crueles, ocultos bajo la apariencia de mutiladas estatuas que dormían, con los ojos abiertos, un silencio de siglos.

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È facile rimpiangere le vite che non viviamo. Facile desiderare di aver sviluppato altri talenti, accettato altre offerte. Facile desiderare di aver lavorato di più, amato meglio, gestito le nostre finanze in maniera più accorta, di essere stati più popolari, essere rimasti nella band, essere andati in Australia, aver detto sì a un caffè e aver praticato di più il dannatissimo yoga. Non si fa nessuna fatica a sentire la mancanza di amici che non abbiamo mai conosciuto, lavori che non abbiamo fatto e persone che non abbiamo sposato e figli che non abbiamo avuto. Non è difficile guardarci attraverso le lenti di altre persone, e desiderare di essere tutte le caleidoscopiche versioni che gli altri si aspettano che tu sia. È facile provare rimpianto, continuare a provarlo, ad infinitum, finché di tempo non ce n’è più. Ma il vero problema non sono le vite che rimpiangiamo di non aver vissuto. È il rimpianto stesso. È il rimpianto che ci fa avvizzire e rinsecchire e appassire e ci fa sentire come il peggior nemico di noi stessi e degli altri. Non possiamo affermare se qualcuna di quelle versioni sarebbe stata peggiore o migliore. Quelle vite stanno accadendo, è vero, e tu con loro, ed è su questo che ci si deve concentrare. Va da sé che non possiamo visitare ogni luogo o incontrare ogni persona o fare qualunque lavoro, ma la maggior parte delle cose che proveremmo in ognuna di queste vite è ancora a portata di mano. Non è necessario giocare tutte le partite per rendersi conto di cosa significa vincere. Non è necessario sentire ogni brano musicale al mondo per capire la musica. Non è necessario aver assaggiato ogni varietà di uva di ogni vigneto per essere in grado di apprezzare il piacere del vino. L’amore e la risata e la paura e il dolore sono valute universali universali. Non dobbiamo fare altro che chiudere gli occhi e assaporare il gusto del bicchiere di fronte a noi e ascoltare la canzone che stanno suonando. Siamo completamente e assolutamente vivi come in qualunque altra vita e abbiamo accesso allo stesso identico spettro emozionale. Abbiamo bisogno di essere una sola persona. Abbiamo bisogno di un’unica esistenza. Non dobbiamo fare tutto per essere tutto perché siamo già infinito. Mentre siamo vivi conteniamo in noi un futuro di molteplici possibilità. E allora cerchiamo di essere gentili con le persone che ci troviamo accanto nella nostra vita. Di tanto in tanto alziamo lo sguardo dal luogo in cui siamo perché, in qualunque posto ci troviamo, il cielo sopra di noi si estende all’infinito. Ieri ero certa di non avere un futuro, e che sarebbe stato impossibile per me accettare la vita com’è adesso. E tuttavia oggi quella stessa vita ingarbugliata mi appare piena di speranza. Di potenziale. L’impossibile, io credo, avviene vivendo.

Muitos querem êxitos sem insônias, aplausos sem vaias, conforto sem fadigas, mas esse sucesso simplesmente não existe. As uvas são esmagadas para produzir o vinho, as azeitonas são premidas para destilar o azeite, as frustrações nutrem a disciplina para se conquistar o pódio. Bebês são expulsos do conforto do útero materno para o estresse do útero social, a jornada da vida começa com lágrimas, e não com risos, sacia-se a dor para o riso se abrir. Os que constroem seus sofrimentos são irresponsáveis com sua saúde emocional, mas os que usam seus sofrimentos inevitáveis para amadurecer são sábios.

El alma de la creación divina apaga su sed con eterna alegría, la llama de la vida prende con la secreta fuerza de la fermentación; es ella la que hace crecer la hierba, en soles torna el caos y, libres de los astrónomos, por los espacios los astros dispersa. Del seno de la naturaleza todo lo nacido alegría bebe. Arrastra tras de sí seres y pueblos, amigos nos brindó en el infortunio, zumo de uvas, coronas de flores, y la lujuria de los insectos… Y el ángel ante Dios comparecerá.

Las alcas graznaban, chillaban los emús. Uva y cereza eran los sabores. El champiñón lo añadieron más tarde. El emú púrpura puso otro huevo. Después de eso ya no cupimos más.   Uva y cereza eran los sabores. El champiñón lo añadieron más tarde. Éramos niños uva, tratando de arreglárnoslas en un mundo champiñón. Después de eso ya no cupimos más. Estudiaban el juego de pelota, el balanceo del bate.

I realized my predicament early in my First Year. We don't say "Freshman" or "Senior" etc. at UVA because Mr. Jefferson felt that education is a lifelong process

¿En qué otro lugar del globo se come diariamente habichuelas, arroz con pollo, pernil, lechón, pavo, guanime, mofongo, espagueti, pizza, hamburger, perritos calientes, asopao, guineos, chinas, toronjas, manzanas, peras y uvas también? ¿En qué otro “Belén” del mundo se puede disfrutar de la Navidad más sensacional y extendida, con fiestas de Acción de Gracias, Noche Buena, Año Nuevo, Reyes y Octavitas, y visitas de los Santos Reyes y de Santa Clós como mensajeros de la buena voluntad del Niño Dios?

Sometimes shows became almost obsessively obscure, as with the gooseberry (Ribes uva-crispa) shows of nineteenth-century Britain, when workingmen in the industrial counties of northern England and the Midlands formed themselves into societies, constituted with presidents, secretaries, and stewards, for the purpose of running gooseberry shows—weight being the decisive factor. Quite why this fruit, always something of a minority taste, should become the subject of what only could be described as a cult remains a mystery.

We don't say "freshman" or "senior," etc, at UVA because Mr. Jefferson felt that education is a lifelong process. Thomas Jefferson- another gorgeous white boy who would not have been interested in me. This was my problem in a nutshell. To get some play in Charlottesville, you had to be either a Martha Jefferson or a Sally Hemings.

Then, chillingly, they made an argument that has become increasingly common among the illiberal left: liberal political orthodoxy trumps academic freedom. “While academic freedom has immense value within the walls of the classroom,” they wrote, “[we] invite you into a dialogue with UVA students who are negatively impacted by your work. It is vitally important to balance the collective work of our academic community with the collective impact of that work in communities across the country.

Tinha no colo um cacho de uvas douradas que tornavam a brotar logo que as comia. Mas dessa vez não as arrancava uma a uma, e sim de duas em duas, mal respirando na ânsia de acabar com o cacho até a última uva. A guardiã que entrou com a incumbência de prepará-la para a última sessão de exorcismos a encontrou morta de amor na cama, os olhos fulgurantes e pele de recém-nascida. Os fios de cabelo brotavam-lhe como borbulhas no crânio raspado, e era possível vê-los crescer.

Certas viúvas discretas, De luto pesado em cima, Lembram cachos de uvas pretas, A pedir outra vindima.

the exiles who at midday relax at the café with their suitcases packed full of memories, packed and ready to return to paradise, even though they - or is it we? - aren't sure if that particular paradise is a memory or a dream (175).

That's why I always say being a Cuban is an incurable disease that you get in your blood, and sometimes it's even contagious.

They all looked like families coming back from Church, wearing their Sunday best. In reality, they were refugees who had no idea how drastically their lives were about to change.

Cuba is painful for me, too. It hurts to always feel like a foreigner, with your roots exposed, with this feeling that everything is temporary, that life is back there in a future that never seems to get here. What has happened to us is very hard, but there are so many who have it so much worse.

I don't have any fears whatsoever. I am fulfilling my duty to my country.

En este día perfecto en que todo madura y no sólo la uva toma un color oscuro acaba de posarse sobre mi vida un rayo de sol: he mirado hacia atrás, he mirado hacia delante, y nunca había visto de una sola vez tantas y tan buenas cosas

But data gathered by The Post shows that U-Va. campus police officers made the most arrests against students involving the purchase or consumption of alcohol last year, and 46 of the department's 89 total arrests concerned charges of public swearing or intoxication. In comparison, ABC special agents arrested seven people between the ages of 18 and 22 in 2014, two of whom were Hispanic, and the rest were white. Of the seven arrested, only three were charged with buying or drinking alcohol underage, all of whom were white. The other four were restaurant and convenience store clerks arrested for allegedly selling alcohol to underage patrons. During the same period, Charlottesville city police officers made 35 arrests against U-Va. students in connection with alcohol-related violations, while Albemarle County officers made seven arrests, five of which occurred at the spring Foxfield steeplechase races. The Post obtained arrest statistics from three local departments that patrol in Charlottesville: the city police, the Albemarle County police and the university's campus police. All three departments retain records noting how many U-Va. students are arrested annually. The departments did not provide demographic data related to the arrests. The ABC does not keep records about arrests of U-Va. students, said spokeswoman Becky Gettings, but does retain information related to offenders' ages. The data shows that Charlottesville and Albemarle

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- Tu e o Brad vão domir na mesma cama e ter sexo? O Chuck diz que os pais dele têm sexo na cama, que fica mesmo no quarto ao lado. Diz que a mãe fz barulhos como se lhe doesse. Os homens devem usar preservativo para vocês não ficare enjoadas ou terem filhos sem querer - disse Simon e, acenando com a cabeça com ar sensato, acabou de comer as uvas - O pai do Chuck tem alguna na gaveta ao pé da ama. - Simon McCourt, não tens de andar a revistar a gaveta do Sr. Barriste. - Foi o Chuck que viu. Tirou um e veio mostrar-mo. Têm um ar engraçado. Mas o Brad tem de usar um para ter sexo contigo, senão ficas enjoada.

Flavonoides Hay muchos compuestos diferentes en el cactus nopal, varios de los cuales destacamos en este libro. Generalmente los compuestos mejor reconocidos del cactus son los flavonoides. Son abundantes en el cactus y constituyen un grupo de moléculas biológicas activas que según la clasificación de paraguas tienen el nombre de fitoquímicos. Bajo esta clasificación, la clase pertenece a la familia de los polifenoles.6 Los polifenoles se encuentran en altas concentraciones en el vino, el té, la uva y una amplia variedad de otras plantas. Hasta la fecha, se han identificado a lo menos 8.000 compuestos fenólicos en una docena de subcategorías químicas.7 Dentro de la categoría de los polifenoles están los flavonoides, de los cuales los más conocidos son los bioflavonoides (otros compuestos flavonoides biológicamente activos bastante conocidos incluyen la catequina, la epicatequina, la epicatequina gallate, la epigallocatequina gallate, y el proanthocyanidin).

—¿Qué pone aquí, querida? —preguntó Ariel con tono dulce mientras estaban las cuatro reunidas para comer en la mesa del jardín—. ¿Te quieres comer al pescador? Negó con la cabeza. «Por favor, que está bien claro. Pone: “¿Hay pescado para comer?”». Tess cogió la libreta y la hojeó. —Déjame a mí. Sí —sonrió—, es obvio. Aquí dice: «¿Hay pelador por ver?». ¿El pelador? —Frunció el ceño cómicamente—. El joven que se oculta entre las rocas mientras nos lavamos después de la natación y empieza a… —Dibujó un círculo hueco con los dedos, como si sostuviera una porra, y movió la mano arriba y abajo—… lustrar su… fusil? «Tess, creo que andas mal de la cabeza», meditó Kate mientras observaba atónita su gesto. —Es el hombre mono, no un pelador —añadió Marian cogiendo una uva del cuenco de frutas—. Le van a salir callos. Kate recuperó su libreta con dignidad y la cerró de golpe. «Brujas.»

Friends could just be the opening bid,” she whispered, feeling the heat rush into her cheeks. It felt forward to say the words, but she didn’t want him to think she’d sidelined him because of his looks. Damn, but she wasn’t good at this stuff. “Sorry?” he asked in that superior, aloof voice he must have perfected at U.Va. “I’m not calling at friends.” He turned to her slightly. “Are you speaking in poker metaphors, or am I going crazy?” Her lips trembled as she tried not to giggle. The whole conversation had become absurd. “Am I meant to raise?” he teased. “Just don’t fold,” she said, smiling now, realizing how much she liked being with him, despite how he looked, despite the fact that he’d barely been out of his house in eight years. She liked him.

De modo que decidieron determinar con precisión dónde y cómo reaccionaba la gente a las probabilidades de varias apuestas que ofrecían pérdidas y ganancias. Amos llamaba a las buenas ideas «uvas pasas». Y la nueva teoría tenía tres pasas. La primera era la comprensión de que la gente reaccionaba a los cambios más que a niveles absolutos. La segunda era el descubrimiento de que la gente abordaba el riesgo de forma muy distinta cuando implicaba pérdidas que cuando ofrecía ganancias. Al explorar las reacciones de la gente a apuestas concretas encontraron una tercera pasa: la gente no reaccionaba a la probabilidad de forma sencilla.

un racimo de uvas, un vientre de diamante, dividido en tres mitades, un saco de muertos y de edad, en la milenaria tiniebla!... ... ruge un río de licor funeral, coronado de moscardones, de ataúdes, de corazones negros con azul adentro, de costumbres y de naciones milenarias,

tierra de muertos, en donde madura la uva, y ondula, como un mar, el universo temible del hombre, golondrina de acero que sabe canciones automáticas, toro de ébano, potro de ébano, galopado de campanas y ladridos; y estoy contento porque me gusta decir zapallo, comba, verano, sin causa;

aprendo a manejar autos altos soy lo mismo que el corazón de todas las uvas nervios de planeta vegetariano tampoco vihuela de asesino sol pintado pintado pero que alumbra mucho a esta órbita de astro responde la naturaleza como el bramido de la eternidad la oscuridad de los toros nocturnos encima de ese ambiente electrificado acumulo abismos sobre abismos con intención de hombre alegre que defiende su alegría

va gimiendo adentro de su actitud de mujeres abiertas mordiendo y oliendo sombras que parecen que le parecen grandes matas de plátanos de obscuridad acorralado de terrores genitales semejante a aquellos a quienes les crece una uva única y enorme demorosa más solapada que reloj de ladrón

entre el desastre y las pilchas llovidas, a los que alegró con infinitos y ardientes huevos tremendamente fritos y de gran cebolla brotes, comiéndolo con el puñal a la cintura y revólver de catástrofes, pero el huaso muy rico y muy bruto lo aliña con limón tronador, entre tinajas y bateas desde el pecho de racimo polvoroso de la vendimia, y la caricia de las vendimiadoras le revienta uvas chilenas en la barba.

y el drama inútil que somos, a la manera del vendimiador, cuando estruja las uvas.

I look down at my list of fruits and recite the names under my breath, syncing into the rhythms of nearby batucada drummers. Softly chanting, I close my eyes, and feel a sense of peace. For a moment, I forget everything. I forget my name. I forget why I came here. All I know is abacaxí, açai, ameixa, cupuaçu, graviola, maracujá, taperebá, uva, umbu.

La uva madura no puede volver a la inmadurez, y la evolución humana no puede detenerse.

The Molinas' entourage of bakers stream through Sugar's doors with trays brimming with lavender-colored surpresas de uva, brigadeiros, and bem-casados under protective plastic films, which they load into the back of the van. And then they bring out a full tray of empadinhas! Even from my spot across the street, I see the dough flaky and golden like Grandma's recipe. The thing is, everyone knows that only Salt makes empadinhas on our street. That's the deal our families made generations ago, when our great-grandmothers drew the battle lines: Ramires only prepare savory foods. Molinas only prepare sweets. Sugar crossed the line baking empadinhas, and they know it. Those shameless, dishonest, garbage snakes!

Alguns dos melhores exemplos de óleos que são usados para este propósito são uvas, amêndoas e sementes de jojoba. O cheiro

Mejoramos gradualmente nuestras plantas y animales favoritos —que son pocos—, mediante la cría y el cultivo selectivos: ahora un melocotón nuevo y mejorado, ahora una uva sin pepitas, ahora una flor más fragante y grande, ahora una raza más conveniente de ganado.

Es una prosperidad no santificada la que conduce a los hombres a dormir y hace que caigan en un profundo olvido de Dios: Deuteronomio 32.13–15 Lo hizo cabalgar sobre las alturas de la tierra, Y comió el producto del campo; Le hizo gustar miel de la peña, Y aceite del pedernal, Cuajada de vacas y leche de ovejas, Con grasa de corderos, Y carneros de raza de Basán y machos cabríos, Con lo mejor del trigo; De la sangre de uvas bebiste vino. Pero Jesurún (Israel) engordó y dio coces (has engordado, estás cebado y rollizo); Entonces abandonó a Dios que lo hizo, Y despreció a la Roca de su salvación.

One psychology study at Harvard and UVA found that nearly all nineteen thousand participants reported that their passions had changed significantly over the previous ten years.5

¿qué hacer con tanta voz de uva secreta?

I loro spiriti battevano sul mio come le ali di mille farfalle. Chiudevo gli occhi e avvertivo i loro spiriti vibrare. Chiudevo gli occhi, pure sapevo quando le loro ciglia frangiavano dagli occhi abbassati le gote, e quando giravano la testa: e quando gli abiti aderivano a loro, o ricadevano in squisiti drappeggi. I loro spiriti osservano la mia estasi con sguardi ampi di stellare indifferenza. I loro spiriti guardavano la mia tortura; la bevevano come fosse l'acqua della vita; con le gote arrossate, gli occhi illuminati la fiamma ascendente della mia anima indorava i loro spiriti, come le ali di una farfalla che all'improvviso varca la luce del sole. E invocavano da me la vita, vita, vita. Ma prendendo la vita per me stesso, afferrando e schiacciando le loro anime, come un bambino schiaccia l'uva e beve dalle sue palme il succo purpureo, venni in questo vuoto senz'ali, dove né rosso, né oro, né il vino, né il ritmo della vita sono noti.

Si capitò così, lungo il fiume, in un luogo che mi colpì immediatamente: era una specie di bosco dentro cui però occhieggiava una casupola, anzi i resti di una casupola abbandonata. Si trovava quasi sulle sponde del fiume ma era però chiusa da alberi, pioppi, salici, gelsi, in qualche cosa al tempo stesso di famigliare e di selvatico per cui le grandi fronde di alberi non potati nascondevano alla vista alberi da frutto da cui pendevano pesche e ciliegie. Immersi in quella vegetazione si intravedevano dei piccoli vigneti da cui pendeva l’uva, dei fichi, da cui pendevano frutti neri e pronti per essere colti, piccole mele verdi e aspre, dal sapore aspro e vergine, come nessun’altra mela che avevo mangiata da anni.

[...] estou banhado em fel, Ana, mas sei como enfrentar tua rejeição, já carrego no vento do temporal uma raiva perpétua, tenho o fôlego obstinado, tenho requintes de alquimista, sei como alterar o enxofre com a virtude das serpentes, e, na caldeira, sei como dar à fumaça que sobe da borbulha a frieza da cerração nas madrugadas; vou cultivar o meu olhar, plantar nele uma semente que não germina, será uma terra que não fecunda, um chão capaz de necrosar como as geadas as folhas das árvores, as pétalas das flores e a polpa dos nossos frutos; não reprimirei os cantos dos lábios se a peste dizimar nossos rebanhos, e nem se as pragas devorarem as plantações, vou cruzar os braços quando todos se agitam ao meu redor, dar as costas aos que me pedem por socorro, cobrindo os olhos para não ver as suas chagas, tapando as orelhas para não ouvir seus gritos, vou dar de ombros se um dia a casa tomba: não tive o meu contento, o mundo não terá de mim a misericórdia; amar e ser amado era tudo o que eu queria, mas fui jogado à margem sem consulta, fui amputado, já faço parte da escória, vou me entregar de corpo e alma à doce vertigem de quem se considera, na primeira força da idade, um homem simplesmente acabado, bastante ativo contudo para furar fundo com o indicador a carne podre da carcaça, e, entre o polegar e o anular, com elegância, fechar trópicos e outras linhas, atirando num ossário o esqueleto deste mundo; pertenço como nunca desde agora a essa insólita confraria dos enjeitados, dos proibidos, dos recusados pelo afeto, dos sem-sossego, dos intranquilos, dos inquietos, dos que sem contorcem, dos aleijões com cara de assassino que descendem de Caim (quem não ouve a ancestralidade cavernosa dos meus gemidos?), dos que trazem um sinal na testa, essa longínqua cicatriz de cinza dos marcados pela santa inveja, dos sedentos de igualdade e de justiça, dos que cedo ou tarde acabam se ajoelhando no altar escuso do Maligno, deitando antes em sua mesa, piamente, as despojadas oferendas: uma posta de peixe alva e fria, as uvas pretas de uma parreira na decrepitude, os algarismos solitários das matemáticas, as cordas mudas de um alaúde, um punhado de desespero, e um carvão solene para os seus dedos criadores, a ele, o artífice do rabisco, o desenhista provecto do garrancho, o artesão que trabalha em cima de restos de vida, puxando no traço de sua linha a vontade extenuada de cada um, ele, o propulsor das mudanças, nos impelindo com seus sussurros contra a corrente, nos arranhando os tímpanos com seu sopro áspero e quente, nos seduzindo contra a solidez precária da ordem, este edifício de pedra cuja estrutura de ferro é sempre erguida, não importa a arquitetura, sobre os ombros ulcerados dos que gemem, ele, o primeiro, o único, o soberano, não passando o teu Deus bondoso (antes discriminador, piolhento e vingativo) de um vassalo, de um subalterno, de um promulgador de tábuas insuficiente, incapaz de perceber que suas leis são a lenha resinosa que alimenta a constância do Fogo Eterno! não basta o jato da minha cusparada, contenha este incêndio enquanto é tempo, já me sobe uma nova onda, já me queima uma nova chama, já sinto ímpetos de empalar teus santos, de varar teus anjos tenros, de dar uma dentada no coração de Cristo!

Habitat. The environmental niche occupied by a plant reflects stresses and conditions which it has had to adapt to, and these often correspond to conditions in the organism. Plants which grow in wet situations often relate to organ systems which handle dampness in the body, such as the lymphatics and kidneys. They correspond to diseases produced by an excess of dampness—respiratory problems, mucus, lymphatic stagnation, swollen glands, kidney and bladder problems, intermittent fever and rheumatic complaints (rheuma = dampness in Greek). Here we think of Horsetail (low, wet sands/kidneys), Eryngo (salty, sandy seashores/kidneys), Gravel Root (swamps/kidneys), Swamp Milkweed (swamps/kidneys), Hydrangea (sides of streams/kidneys), Boneset (wet soils/joints and fever), Willow (low ground/joints and fever), Meadowsweet (low ground/rheumatic pains, intermittent fever), Northern White Cedar (cedar swamps and margins of lakes/lymphatics), Labrador Tea (cedar swamps and margins of lakes/lymphatics), various Knotweeds (low ground/kidneys), Sweet Flag (swamps/mucus, lungs and joints), Angelica (damp, shady, cool valleys/damp, cold rheumatic and respiratory conditions). It is interesting to note that sandy, gravely soils are also a signature for kidney remedies (Horsetail, Eryngo, Gravel Root, Gromwell, False Gromwell, Uva ursi, etc.)

En su orden, los vinos con mayores propiedades antioxidantes son el pinot noir, el malbec, el cabernet sauvignon, el merlot y luego el syrah –una uva que yo adoro,

Trató de imaginar cómo habría sido la casa de sus primas antes del asedio. Había oído cientos de veces sus añoranzas; las flores, los naranjos y la parralera que era recortada en julio para comer las uvas en diciembre; las ventanas del frente, que abrían para escuchar la música de los bailes populares; el aljibe, preciosamente adornado con su alzada de hierro forjado, procedente de otras tierras.

Ma eccola qui, la tua forma familiare, quel che è mio, il tuo, quel che è mio, quel che è tuo e mi inonda, eccola qui, che mi riempie le membra di abbandono, eccola qui, la tua tenerezza, che si ormeggia alle stesse radici, matura nella stessa carovana di frutti, ed esce dalla tua anima rotta sotto le mie dita come il succo del vino dal centro dell’uva.