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Film Noir (3) Heroes

- Yes?

- What? For hours trying to reach.

"We have problems.

-I know there are problems, so I call him.

"There has been a sudden with which we had not had an accident. Two people were in the wrong place.

- Accident? With yellow pixies there is never an accident, said it would be dangerous to do business with them.

"What happened was not agreed. Mr. Blue was planning a "road map" had been agreed output yellow pixies fictitious business temporarily. Thus the yellow pixies clientele could save face for a while, the need to find a way to formalize their reentry into the business completely legal for next May, Mr. Red, as the current owner also suited him, would strengthen its position against the former owners. But I repeat, this was not agreed. First we had to make it public, then there would be time for some staging, not as strong as yesterday, of course. Someone has gone out of hand, there may be dissension among the elves yellow.

"No, I do not think there is dissension among them. Yellow pixies want the whole pie, and they want it now.

"That's not what he believes Mr. Blue, I had assurances from them.

"Mr. Blue does not know where it goes. Yesterday I saw on television, does not know how to get out.

"Mr. Blue and Mr. Red ...

- Forget Mr. Red! It is a wimp! Do not you realize it's KO ?!... Well, what do we do now, we can change to Mr. Blue?

"No, no. Still not the time, we must endure a little longer. If you do not squeeze at all we may have problems. We must act calmly.

- What we do now? "It confirms the" accident "?

"Yes, think so.

- So?

"We must cool down the situation, all we can. This is what slows everything down, we can not get to Mayo in the agreed conditions. Another possibility is to force a break in the yellow pixies, the pixies yellow customers would stay with the less "fiery", say, and yes, we with them. Although the latter possibility is more complicated, in any case not lose contact with clients yellow pixies, the channels opened by Mr. Blue still open.

-I do not think he realizes that pixies customers really control them yellow. Yesterday I listened to his representative, seems to expect everything, and was not looked especially frightened or confused. I think we have caught.

- ...

- Can you hear me?

"Yes I hear you. Look not to get nervous ...

- I do not get nervous, but I do not know what the situation, I think the stupidity of Mr. Red has come to be contagious to all ...!

- you Listen to me! I know exactly what the situation, the situation is that you are so into it like me! The situation is that it is not time to leave anything, maybe it's time for you to start doing something!

- ... OK ... I'll talk to Mr. Black, you can ...

-Forget and Mr. Black begins to pull the strings. We need this to be cool, and fast. As for Mr. Blue and Mr. Red and I'll see, let me me.

"I worry that someone goes to the language, especially now. Yellow pixies are very nervous.

"Listen, do your work and I'll do mine. If something happens in that regard and we will when you play.

"Okay ... We'll be in touch, bye.

-bye.

Valencia, 31 December. Last day of the year. At first I noticed this date as minimum limit, but I will continue with this blog. He had a computer-stored entry, written a few weeks ago, as a farewell, I have deleted. Continue despite the weather. Non interruptus.

PD Possibly two dead, Moratinos seems to have confirmed, they killed the usual. Zapatero himself, the usual, which you like so much to verify that you have caught. Not all bad news, a mass murderer executed dead, did not deserve anything else.

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Golem

modeled a clay figure, given human form. Rough looking, but strong arms and powerful legs. There was nothing except scare with his silent presence who peered into the room where he hid. In a piece of old parchment written in ancient Hebrew characters the hidden name of Yahweh, was then modeled the mouth and deposited inside the strip of parchment, the figure came to life.

He obeyed at all, he entrusted the heavier tasks: chopping wood, hauling water, lifting and moving weights, clean the house. Not tired, not eating nor drinking, and had the strength of two or three men. No longer needed to do all these tasks, the clay figure did it for him, but all the eve of the Sabbath took the precaution of removing the strip of parchment from the mouth, the figure returned to its original state of immobility, lifeless, waiting silent until last Sabbath, again introducing the strip into his mouth, and the figure argued, without emotion and mechanically tasks. One day something happened, was the beginning of the Sabbath. Someone scared, he said that in his house heard strange noises, shock and awe-inspiring cries, then he remembered that on the eve forgot to remove the strip of parchment, too many things to do. The reading of the psalm had not yet started and had not yet begun the Sabbath. Swiftly ran home, found everything destroyed, furniture games, dead animals, and the clay figure that lashed unconscious, out of mind, against everything that was, uttering horrible screams of terror that paralyzed all. With great aplomb he approached her, raised his arms, everything seemed calm, carefully remove the strip of parchment and the figure dropped to the ground. In order not to relive ever, Rabbi Loew understood the lesson, crumpled parchment strip angry and threw the fireplace. Everything was possible in this crazy emperor Prague, occupying his time between astrologers and alchemists and ecstasy, alone in his motley and monstrous cabinet. Many say the story ends here, others do not think so and say that you can still see the golem. Leave your traces of mud on the corners, be incomplete and imperfect self being scared and scaring those who are with him.

The golem is a true reflection of the imperfection of its creator, so do not talk, is incapable of learning, blindly follows the orders of his master, and has no conscience. Is capable of doing great things, and also the most abject. Worst of all, the golem may acquire its own life, that simulacrum of life just to fool the golem itself, has no fear of its creator and will not be removing the parchment from its mouth. Take its simplicity and consistency vulgar appeal, his rough emotions for moral rectitude, the dirty mud of its substance by the most worthy attributes. Disproportionate use its power without conscience and will create around him a dirty clay court composed of sycophants afraid. Their old masters will look scared of the creature that escaped from their hands, they accuse each other of their loss and try to shake off the responsibility to see to believe positive things in your child. Unable to learn the lesson of Rabbi Loew, will be swallowed by a mud monster.

Golems in politics, are real, some in positions of responsibility, have pointy eyebrows and penalties have learned to weave thoughts. They are powerful, but still muddy. And nothing would be without parchment guard, crumpled under the tongue.

Valencia, Tuesday 26 December. Blinding light at noon, even the beach looks like a postcard from California. Perfect, but for the temperature, and the jangling Christmas lights switch on at dusk.

PD Heraclitus is wrong, some things remain: the lottery (gross way to pay more taxes) and the soporific and bland official speech crowned inevitably interpreted as if it were incomprehensible oracle, journalists and politicians.

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For one day I will not say anything. I will stop torturing those who read this blog with my tirades. I'll let the images speak.

This is a tribute to the heroes, who take responsibility and not cowering, who choose to be different if only for a day, which is the play for what they believe or those who appreciate. To all the heroes, if only for a day. Merry Christmas.

We can be heroes, just for one day.





And what follows below is a personal gift for someone who is usually walking around here (I have proof of someone more recently, a bill pending) QRM
Merry Christmas, I wish these days a long and pleasant smoke.




Valencia, Friday Dicimbre twenty-two. It's cold, and a day without a precedent, nice.

PD (Bah's Christmas, why. They do not deserve to talk about them)

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Sierra Madre The mystery of Jack

B. Traven, or Torsvan Traven, Travens Torsvan, BT Torsvan, Backer Traven, Ret Marut, Traven Robert Marut, etc. The list of names or pseudonyms is infinite. The identity of B. Traven lies hidden in Sierra Madre gold as Bogart and Huston found, and lost. Any attempt biography of the author of The Treasure of Sierra Madre is aimed at loose ends, and incidentally to try the patience, and perhaps with health-del to do so. So little to say about this strange character of origin "German, Austrian, English, Croatian, Swedish? They participated in the tumultuous political movements of interwar Europe "brief supporting the Bavarian Soviet republic? "Anarchist militant movements? Disappeared in Mexico without a trace mid-twenties, and for a time was spent on what? Did you work in oil companies, sought gold in the Mexican sierra? The only certainty is that in the late twenties produced a pseudonym, B. Traven, and begins to write successful novels. The best known is the novel that he based the film by John Huston.

B. Traven disappeared into anonymity he sought obsessively. Erased any trace of their true identity. Traven is just a name, could have chosen any other, no one except a very small group of friends knew him, published his novels with agents literary knew nothing of it. After his death in 1969, his widow took part in a first attempt at biography, his own wife was unaware of important aspects of your life. Why the desire for anonymity? The truth is that literature is not the only case, Salinger, Pynchon, are two other illustrious shadow writing (by the way, I know it Pynchon has just published his latest novel in the U.S.). There is some desire for notoriety after the anonymity, playing with expectations, being a mystery, it's all true, but there's more. The novels of B. Traven might be a failure, they were not, but Traven, or TAS that name who was sought anonymity before posting anything, then yes, came success and thus the mystery. Why his wife did not know much of his life? We assume that Traven had nothing to hide "a shameful murder, embezzlement, I am inclined to think who sought anonymity because they themselves, perhaps out of necessity to reinvent itself every day, for the secret pleasure of being nobody, and therefore any thing. That is the pleasure it gives us the anonymity: the possibility.

I must say something about John Huston's film is one of my favorites, has it all: John Huston, Bogart, Mexico, adventure and gold, gold ah! The gold that corrupts everything, symbol of greed, avarice, can lead to betrayal, to bring out the worst of themselves, but at the same time is something that triggers illusions, greed, adventure, and as usual that gold is present, You end up by returning to the origin. The film is simply extraordinary, it is imperative to see the original version in English and English, with the DVD no problem. Of all the characters I'll take one: Walter Huston, John Huston's father, making a memorable performance: an old Irish prospector, become rich and ruined several times, we know in a miserable shelter of Tampico, and little must insist that the return to play again, jump to adventure and find the symbol of his dreams: gold. How much is the gold? The gold is worth what it costs to find, hopes buried in your search. So much better.

There is an anecdote related to B. Traven and John Huston. During the shooting of the film, Huston expected to see Traven to advise him on the set. Traven did not appear clearly, he did a guy named Hal Croves with the same credentials B. Traven and presented as expert on the work of Traven. Croves Houston and talked a lot of aspects of the film, ran away after two weeks, nobody knew who was Croves, or what was involved in part to represent Traven. The truth is that Huston always suspected that was really Croves ART, or who was behind these two names, and probably was right (the story has been taken from a book by Enrique Vila-Matas).

Valencia, Thursday 21 December. The rain stopped, and thereby also the life of my umbrella when I gave him a Christian burial. Cold morning, little more.

PD Murky discreet negotiations on the warmth of a comfortable room in a European country, a check, others claim, and all betray.

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Like life. Poker is like life, and it is not because life can be a game, it is because playing poker is primarily a question of temper, and character.

comes a time, you've been waiting all night and there you go. It's time to show whether worth, if you're the best, if you can beat the king. Three aces, ten, another ten, only two pair samples, the ace is hidden. And him? Flush, a straight flush, the color can not be with your full, yet, if the hidden card was a jack of diamonds ... no that can not be, can not have a straight flush, not now. Want to make a lantern known to have kept an ace, want to get scared, because he also knows that this hand is the time, would lose its purpose. What hides her face? Are you trembling lip, perhaps? No. Your face is just as blank as the early game, it is now .... I remember, too. I look into your eyes, not blinking, me neither. A jack? No, not one iota, is virtually impossible, but luck does not count anything. I remember when I was little, my parents, those few years I spent with them, then the streets, the game ... but why come to my head all this? No, focus. You are here now, your life will depend on what happens over the next few minutes, I looked for this moment for the entire game, so I'm here. What does he think? He has money, is famous, is king. But their time may end today, and I'll see your place. She, on what had to come, I told him to stay home, yet wine. Think, focus, you're nervous, do not show it, look at him in the eye ... well. It is time, decide. No, not one jot. Apuéstalo everything.

"I see your money and get on .... Three in 1500, all I have.

- ... Note to see that ace. I see three in 1500 and climb to five thousand.

not have a jack, bluffing game. Is betting big, that's all you can do. It's hot, I had not noticed until now. The whole world is watching, do you think what I? Who cares? They are not sitting here. Five thousand, where did the you get it? The was saved, it is your last trick.

-five thousand are ... do you hear Kid, Kid? Five thousand.

Yes I hear you, let me think. You wanted it your way and here you are. You can not back down. No, not one jot. Accept it. Kill him.

I am ready to accept a promissory note, Kid.

"I can get that money. "I know

can.

"Okay, I see.

... I realize now that I knew, now that everything goes well. I wanted to go, and I knew. I knew I would look at those eyes cold, expressionless, without a soul. Paper eyes, which pass through me. Everyone is silent, it's hot. She may be out, find a ghost.

Valencia, Wednesday December 20. Appalling cold and rainy day. The heavens opened and an apocalyptic deluge swept over us, unfair deserving of divine wrath. (It broke my umbrella while walking, too many comments)

and PD White such López, Mexican mustache type. Who are they? What do they do? Dig in misery, bark. The voice of his master.

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A monster: Funes

"What force in the memory! It's something I do not know why, worthy of inspiring a holy terror, my God, for its depth and infinite multiplicity. [...]

[...] Look in my memory as there are fields, caverns, caves innumerable, infinitely populated with countless things of all kinds who live there ... "

(San Augustine. The Confessions )

San Augustine

amazed and marvel at the mysterious force that fails to grasp the whole and we call memory. He marvels, but also fears: "worthy of inspiring a holy terror" , and St. Augustine is not mistaken. Insightful and sharp as a few express the feeling that induces the faculty of memory, a mixture of admiration and fear. We admire the scope of the report, nothing is lost, everything is stored, and when something we thought was lost in oblivion, appears sometimes unexpectedly. We realize then that we had forgotten, and therefore self-to-remember, we become aware that never lost that memory. The memories are always there, lurking, ready to jump as predators on the hunt for our helpless emotions. Through it we fear memory, fear their "depth and infinite multiplicity" , we fear the terrifying possibility of being trapped, as in a well in these "countless caves populated to infinity" , caves that can reach to become a scenario of Piranesi's prisons which is impossible to leave, impossible architecture, spaces nightmare.

need the memory, without her knowledge would not be possible. But we survived thanks to oblivion. These "gaps memory ", following St. Augustine, make the existence. Remembering and forgetting are two sides of same coin. Nothing would be without memory, a mind empty of all content on a perpetual decline is nothing to know, a terrible panic, no cause of action, but the runaway memory, without the restraint of oblivion, without the gaps that give it structure, is something monstrous that I could not cause if not terror.

Nobody has been able to address this issue as well as Borges in one of his most famous stories: Funes the memoirist. is well known and highly recommend its reading to those who do not know. Ireneo Funes, a strange, moody, have an accident that is about to cost him his life. It is the turning point of a transformation that takes place in Funes, is unable to forget from that moment nothing, absolutely nothing. Funes's memory is prodigious, absolute, lived in a perpetual present, vast and infinite, pregnant with innumerable details he was condemned to not forget. Funes life, if it is that you can call it life, flowed in these caves populated to infinity: "To think is to forget differences, generalize, to abstract. In the teeming world of Funes there was if not details, almost immediate ", Borges account. After reading that the portrait of Borges Funes us, that is presented as monstrous someone capable of inspiring true terror, because Funes is if the image of eternity, the image of death itself.

San Augustine intends to exceed the same memory to reach God. To me, I do not believe in God, only I have the memory. Unable to reach the paradise of the righteous, I run the danger of plunging into an inferno made of memories, caverns travel the rest of my life, but I still get forgotten, Funes has caught me yet, but who knows? In any case, as the replicant Roy would say, are memories "will be lost in time like tears in rain" .

Valencia, 19 December. Late, and for that very violent, cold winter finally descends upon a warm Mediterranean city (or winter, no more)

PD The man with the briefcase, dark confident recruiter, you may finally sit on the bench. Someone, vigilant, may begin to fade COLOR.

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Film Noir (2)

-... Well, actually wanted to talk about a few things, long time no see the truth, lately it is difficult to talk with you.

"Well yes, we been very busy recently.

-Ya. But we have a business in common.

"Yes, of course." Hello.

"I have heard that yellow pixies want to go out of business. I warned that it would be difficult to negotiate with them. It seems that Mr. Blue is a little ... overwhelmed.

"Mr. Blue is doing what it can. What happens is that the yellow sprites are very demanding customers who do not attend and would welcome a deal to mean. They are also nervous and, between us, they would not want to have to leave the business.

- Sure?

"Yes. During this time they have gotten more benefits of doing business including their own. We should follow, just have to find ways to please their customers, Mr. Blue is in it.

"I do not seem such intentions yellow pixies, he looks very angry. I hope Mr Blue meets his obligations, I do not think anything that benefits us out of business now, would leave the language.

"No, no. It never will. As I say, the yellow pixies clientele is very demanding, they want a piece of cake but neither would benefit this kind of scandal, you know, now they are public people, have relationships.

- Do not tell me that also go to the Opera?

"Well, if you want to call it. You know.

"No, I do not understand.

"Look, everything is to continue to bait them, there will come a time when the yellow pixies onerous them out of business. You may leave us for a while, Mr. Blue has already planned, but still, we are confident customers of the yellow sprites. The opera on the stage is too good to return to roost.

- Have I ever said I do not like his metaphors? Let us be clear, I think Mr Red and Mr Blue bait ran out long ago, I think Mr. Blue does not know what to do, I think Mr. Red will finally give the cake integer, and since we believe that Mr. Blue and Mr. Red does not control, in contrast, is Mr. Red who controls Mr. Blue.

"Well, the latter has a point. You see, it appears that Mr. Red since he became the new owner has become somewhat independent .... Not finished to understand what their position is, seems to have believed that the role of landlord carries with it obligations. But it is a nerd, as may be replaceable understand that will calm down. In other Mr. Black is aware of everything, and if the decisions of Mr. Rojo we were harmful, children of Mr. Black would be responsible for "alert", you understand. Mr. Red is very respectful to Mr. Black. "Trust

too Mr. Black. Who can replace Mr. Red at this point? Do not be thinking about Mr. Purple?

"No, no, Mr. Purple has never been in the business.

"Look, Mr. Red knows that we have a spare, so he's starting to make decisions, and believe me, is dangerous and stupid, they will kill him and especially with the business. I remind you that we have invested heavily. Do we not have anyone else besides Mr. Blue about him?

"Yes, but we can not hire you now, perhaps when Mr. Blue does not serve us.

"Certainly, we hear things. May Mr. Green and Mr. Green's friends did not work so well. There are curious people, people who question, lawyers for the former owners are getting very heavy. We do not want that to happen, we are people who like the option right?

"Do not worry by the former owners, are no danger.

"I do not care about the former owners, I worry about his lawyers and friends of the lawyers, they move too.

"Mr. Green and Mr. Green's Friends now working for Mr. Blue, you know cut loose fringes. Remember we had to do everything very fast.

-Ya. I hope that Mr. Green monitor their kids. By the way, are you sure that Mr. Green worked for Mr. Blue?

- Do you mean Mr Brown? Yes

-To Mr. Brown already paid.

- Are you sure?

"Look, do not worry, if the kids move by Mr. Green, we shall stop them, know people in the right places.

- What people?

-People. People with ambition, something idiotic people, people who want to thrive.

-People who have to pay, I guess. Are doing too many servings of pie, that one may not be sufficient, or do not like.

- Now is you who metaphors make bad?

"Forget it. We may meet again, I hope the news is better ...

Valencia, 13 December. A blanket of thick clouds dared not shed a single drop-coward who defile the grayness of asphalt (ie, a gray day in winter, period)

PD Okupa: Official municipal or autonomous, situated on land Catalan is dedicated to the proper management of real property by kicking in the door or administrative robbery.

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Film Noir (1) Hari

- ... Let's see get this straight. Everything depends on us to act quickly and that we have adequate information.

"Exactly. Information will Mr. Brown. It is he who knows things.

I do not know if I like Mr. Brown, who is?

"Oh, no problem, Mr. Brown does not like anyone but do not worry. Mr. Brown has contacts, he knows things and has always been very efficient in his specialty. Only now has some "problems." Issues we face when we have success. You know, as payment.

- Did not want money?

"No, no, Mr Brown now has money to spare. Help us. In others, for him the case is also true character ... how to say, personal, yes. Has outstanding accounts to settle with the current owners. Will be invaluable, no doubt, know people who are running the current owners, has always had friends there. We only asked for a quiet place to work and a telephone.

- And Mr. Red?

"Mr. Red is our straw man, you'll see, a real mine. Surprise to many people. No regret, is a dork but it's just what we need. It is simple, know his role and do what you say. It is entirely predictable and controllable and looks like you have not broken a plate in his life. Too bad they do not fit well the suits, but can be arranged.

I do not know, I do not trust.

"Easy, for that we need Mr. Blue, shall at all times with Mr. Red and tell you what to do and say. In addition, Mr. Blue will handle most importantly, it is he who in the face at the critical moment.

- Saturday?

"Yes, on Saturday. Mr. Blue will make a perfect, very smart, know how far you can go and act decisively. The current owners do not expect it will be the coup de grace. And Remember that Mr. Blue has long known Mr. Brown, are old friends and have worked together in the past.

- And the media, who will provide?

"Therefore do not worry, we will have the means are lacking. Mr. Black is aware of everything and we will provide it. But it should be mentioned to Mr. Black, you know that this is a very influential person and do not wish to be mixed on the subject, at least close. Mr. Black Men we provide all the support ... media say, but Mr. Black wants to stay away, overseeing the operation.

"So should begin to act swiftly. The Thursday afternoon Right?

"Yes, that same day, Mr. White who will start opening fire.

- Mr. White? Did not we agree that Mr. White was an inept?

"Yes, the truth is that it is a fool, but will, is unable to get out of the script, I could not. Mr. White is a pawn of Mr. Rojo, will do what Mr. Red tells Mr. Red and I will tell you Mr. Blue.

- And Mr Brown?

-Mr Brown will tell everyone what to do.

"Again Mr. Brown.

"Yes, I know, have contacts, you know things. "I worry

the current owners, would not realize anything?

- Oh, no! Unsuspecting believe me. Old friends of Mr. Brown working for some time for the current owners, they really do for us. Get that rush of events, are experts in it, will be responsible to clear and plant false clues.

"People like Mr. Green.

"Yes, Mr. Green and other men of other colors. Are performing in front of their noses and the current owners and find out.

-also have to pay, of course.

"Yes, but less.

"One more thing, who will do the dirty work?

"This is a delicate matter. The dirty work is carried out by yellow pixies, as always.

"It's dangerous, they can ask whatever they want change.

"Yes, yes, but when Mr. Red is the owner, that is, we know how to treat them. Mr Brown has already done in the past. In others, do not forget that Mr. Blue is responsible for dealing with the pixies yellow when the time comes, you know how to negotiate with them.

"So, I hope ...

Valencia, Tuesday 12 December. Brief respite at noon that mitigates the searing humidity Tools inmisedicordemente to face in the morning and at night (that is, as yesterday, but something better)

PD Conference in Tehran on the Holocaust. Revisionists miserable. To me it turns my stomach, I just fuck up the day.

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Hari You're not, never was, and yet everything was so real. Sartorius Snaut and spoke with told me they would be no more "visitors" that the "appearances" ceased after Solaris radiate powerful X-rays I wonder who I write this, do you Hari? I'm late twice. Now I have nothing, not even your memory, just this shabby and lonely station on the incomprehensible ocean of Solaris that I'm not leaving, why now. It was a journey in search of knowledge, and the culmination of some research that long ago ceased to interest me was an escape. From the first moment I intend to come to this corner of the Cosmos, from which nobody is responsible, never to return. I wished with all my might escape your memory, of that injury that also ended with my life, yes, I am dead, and my remaining years of life will be spent on Solaris doing what? I do not know, I guess that reading, and without interest, the old volumes of Science Solarística that are saved on dusty library shelves.

At one time, legions of scientists who are passionate about the new discovery, a living planet Solaris. It was found that for many years was looking for life, but not as expected. An ocean of a strange plasma material covering the surface of a distant planet, fumes and whimsical figures experience the ocean of Solaris convinced scientists that it was not something casual, or was the product of blind internal dynamics; had consciousness thinking behind them. Turned fascinating, physicists, biologists, psychologists and specialists of all kinds were quick to understand the strange behavior of Solaris. After decades of frantic investigations, their status is exactly the same as the first day: Solaris has been a total mystery, and will remain so. Why? Nobody knows, maybe Solaris is a phenomenon of autism, or perhaps our intelligence is insufficient to understand their reactions. The truth is that Solarística gradually lost interest, the magnificent station was built was left empty, only three scientists were still occupying forgotten: Guibarian, Snaut and Sartorius. Guibarian end up committing suicide and I came here. In principle to determine the future of the station, but in reality it was an escape, no one would care about me, why hide now.

Hari, why did you? Never thought you said you'd kill and you will not believe it. I did not have the courage to find the answer. Some thought the day I guess I left you, I fear, I came home and found your dead body. Hari ... what stress is useless, I do not know who I write for a dead or for me, a being whose existence has long since ceased to be called life. So I came to this forgotten place, but I should have killed me that day. Snaut not tell me when I arrived, waited to the emergence of my "visitor" as they call it. "Condensation of matter, neutrinos, perhaps. Solaris somehow materializes searches the minds and memories, obsessions, fantasies. They are not real, are the embodiment of aspects of their memory, may eventually develop some awareness derived fictional self, why should not form emotional bonds with visitors. " I still remember the wry smile as I was telling Snaut. Traveled millions of miles to forget, Hari, and found you here, a ghost, and at the same as real time as the last day I saw you alive. All had their visitors, and Sartorius Snaut never told me those were his own, to Guibarian him to death, what dark ghosts populate your mind. They warned me, but I ignored them, how could. For a time pretended that the nightmare will turn into redemption, I wanted to recover what was lost, find another answer other than that I never wanted to admit. I turned to love you, Hari, denying the past, denying my own life. In Solaris you were not vicarious existence of my consciousness, it was I who live in your memory, you Hari possessed as ever possessed a woman, I loved you desperately, without measure, and only you were a ghost, a shadow, a "condensed matter" without their own life. Now you're not, Hari, it was useless, I always knew. Sartorius was right, X-ray radiating Solaris perhaps get an answer, and no visitors. Did you know it? I also knew I knew it was your end, and I consented. I consented. I'm on Solaris, what matters now. My life is as meaningless as having this damn planet that no one ever understood.

(I regret not having found another way to talk about Solaris by Stanislaw Lem putting myself in the shoes of the protagonist Kris Kelvin. At the end of the day this is not a book review bolg and I write what I want, or what I can)

Valencia, Monday 11 December. Let's see ... Overwhelming moisture sticks eager to get the bones and freeze your soul as if it were ghostly appearance (ie, the same as yesterday but with something more than cold, see the party the day before).

a certain Vera PD reappeared, ready to do favors for their friends in the circle of the potato. Just needed a phone and an office, understated whispers turned the tables.