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sábado, julio 03, 2004


Music by: Nirvana [Swap meet]

Isabel Daza estaba platicando con una mujer desconocida, de camino a casa. Vestía una blusa rosa un poco ajustada y unos pantalones blancos de manta. Se tomó unos minutos antes de seguir su camino, pero entonces me vió. Y cuando lo hizo, sentí miedo. Caminó hacia mí con pasos firmes y rápidos. Pensé que así debía haberse sentido el general Buendía antes de que lo fusilaran.

-Hola -me dijo. -¿Cómo estás?

Y me sonrío.

Un par de horas después, hize este test a petición de ella:





You're Mother Night!
by Kurt Vonnegut

Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were, well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.


Cuando se fué lo hize otra vez, ahora sin la verguenza de que viera mis respuestas verdaderas.




You're One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!
by Ken Kesey

You're crazy. This has led people to attempt to confine you to a safe place so that you don't pose a danger to yourself or others. You feel like you pose a great danger to the man (or maybe the woman) or whatever else is keeping you down. But most of the time,
you just end up being observed. Were you crazy before you were confined?


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.


Fue triste, y atemorizante.

Ella, porsupuesto, sacó:





You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.


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