My favorite animal.

Ok...the title explains very well my intentions to talk about my predilect animal.

And it's... The human!!!!!

(It's just a joke, I'm not so mad).

My favorite animal is the Mandarin Duck.

(Aix Galericulata)

It is a specie of perching duck.

And i love since the topic was "Your favorite animal".

(Male, left. Female, right)

The beautiful Mandarin is a lovely bird/duck, with awesome colors, and a recognizable crest.

Although the male may seems wonderful with his oranges, purples, blues, and a flawless clean white; the female is not so far behind, presenting a range of grays perfectly delineated with a ideal white.

I love this animal because is the living image of the value of the colors in our life. 

It's a doited bird, but it caught a huge cromatic gamma.

(I think, sometimes, usually when I see some paintings, that the colors show expression, destruction, proliferation, joy, sadness, glory, damnation, light, darkness; LIFE, in one word).

Is for this, and more that I chose this colorful duck.

(Cute, isn't it?)

That's all little bastards.

Thanks for read my stupid blog.

I hate technology. (but I write a blog, Who's understand me?)

Hi, beloved madafacars.
"I hate technology, ma'am", It's not a usual phrase.
But, maybe I don't considered the writing like a technology. And It's a technology!
The most great invention, blinding, bright, full of emotions, of history, of crap (too). 
Full of life!
Full of scence!
I got it when i was only five years old. And I use it everyday, every hour... every minute (ajajaja I'm really excited about writing, isn't?. "Me fui en la media volá").
I use for express myself, or take note of something.
Why I like the lighthouse of the entire world?
Because it makes me feel like a human, and see the anothers like humans too.
The write unfold minds. 
My life would be nothing without the scripture.
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. 
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."

A poem... to my bastards. 

"If only the times which have come and gone might come again!
- For Man is finished! Man has played all the parts!
In the broad daylight, wearied with breaking idols
He will revive, free of all his gods,
And, since he is of heaven, he will scan the heavens!
The Ideal, that eternal, invincible thought, which is
All; The living god within his fleshly clay,
Will rise, mount, burn beneath his brow!
An when you see him plumbing the whole horizon,
Despising old yokes, and free from all fear,
You will come and give him holy Redemption!
- Resplendent, radiant, from the bosom of the huge seas
You will rise up and give to the vast Universe
Infinite Love with its eternal smile!
The World will vibrate like an immense lyre
In the trembling of an infinite kiss!

- The World thirsts for love: you will come and slake its thirst."

(Arthur Rimbaud, Sun and Flesh)

(Rene Magritte, Le Fils de l'Homme)

Bye!.

The (fackin) new semester.

Hi! Beloved madafacars.
I have a million subjects this semester; anatomy, histology, biology, ecology, stuffology (?), ENGLISH (damn it!) ajajaja.
I hate my life, definitely.
I will take part of the Taekwondo team, I guess. I need to do some exercise (I'm a dough).
What I expect for this semester?
Approve everything. Enjoy the life, and lose some weight (I really think that those phrases can form a sentence). Fix my heart.
¡Oh! And I hope get that job in the Tea Store. That's my dream today.
I love the tea, and i wish learn more of it.
Sorry...
I'm in love... That drains my brain.

Well, that's it. I'm not inspired... I don't have any joke or something...
Bye, dearest bastards.

He

Was an imagination of my disturbed mind.