tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039967625725834162024-02-22T09:54:29.122-08:00pareja no verbalLas tres fundamentales quejas siguen siendo las relaciones de familia, la carrera o profesion, y la relacion de pareja. Mientras pocos hacen reparos en contar y debatir la importancia de las dos primeras, el poder de eso que llaman un corazon roto se sigue desestimando.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-49563116841594021732009-05-09T10:39:00.000-07:002009-05-09T10:49:15.837-07:00Borderline Personality Disorder, again?Gracias a todos uds quienes me han dejado sus comentarios en "BPD 1 parte". Cada vez que recibo un email en el que parejanoverbal me deja saber que alguien mas se ha interesado en este tema, me dan muchos deseos de retomar el blog. Sucede que el tin de tiempo que tengo lo he estado dedicando a terminar mi tesis de doctorado, en la que trato sobre la historia del psicoanalisis y la psicoterapia en los EEUU. <br /><br />No se si esto ayudara a los que me han preguntado, pero mi consejo es que si tienen una pareja que padece de este desorden pues que busquen ayuda terapeutica, que sean vistos por un terapeuta de parejas con experiencia, con años de trabajo clinico en las costillas. Es super importante tambien que al menos la persona "normal" reciba ayuda individual o de lo contrario la frustracion de los altibajos se lo puede llevar todo por delante.<br /><br />Hay que estar claro de una cosa, tambien, y es que toda relacion negativa que se mantenga en el tiempo sin mejorar puede llevar a la destruccion de la ilusion de estar enamorados y una vez que eso ocurre...el diablo son las cosas. Una vez que los "4 jinetes del apocalipsis" (criticismo, actitud defensiva, bloqueo emocional, y desprecio del otro a traves del uso de cosas como el sarcasmo) se imponen en el patron relacional de una pareja...el diablo son las cosas. Hay que atajarlo a tiempo. La terapia muchas veces solo puede hacer que la pareja se lleve mejor, y se queda muy corta en aquello de poderles hacer regresar a la ilusion de estar juntos.<br /><br />De nuevo, muchisimas gracias a todos.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-81938234951742783612008-07-19T15:20:00.000-07:002008-07-19T15:41:12.586-07:00Una traduccion esperadaUn tiempo atras, hable de Yona Wallach y de su poema Fresas. En aquella ocasion, le tire una indirecta al poeta cubano Jorge Salcedo a ver si se animaba a traducirlo. A Salcedo se le da muy bien eso de traducir poemas, y tambien lo de las sorpresas. Aqui les dejo con su traduccion, seguida del original.<br /><br />Jorge, no habia pensado en eso de las asociaciones eroticas a las frutas y su relacion con la cultura anglo...pero no se dice que Milton es el poeta de lo sensual?<br />Eso si, siempre he encontrado mucho parecido en el caracter israeli y el cubano. Y para que hablar de los dos "proyectos".<br /><br />FRESAS<br /><br />Si vienes a pasar conmigo alguna noche<br />ponte un vestido negro<br />adornado con fresas<br />trae un sombrero negro de ala ancha<br />decorado con fresas<br />y sostén una cesta de fresas en tus manos<br />y véndeme las fresas<br />con voz dulce y aguda<br />fresas quién quiere fresas vendo fresas<br />no lleves nada bajo tu vestido<br />luego<br />por hilos invisibles<br />o visibles<br />ascenderás y caerás<br />justo sobre mi verga.<br /><br /><br />Original:<br /><br /><br />When you come to sleep with me<br />wear a black dress<br />printed with strawberries<br />and a black wide-brimmed hat<br />decorated with strawberries<br />and hold a basket of strawberries <br />and sell me strawberries<br />tell me in a sweet high voice<br />strawberries strawberries<br />who wants strawberries<br />don't wear anything underneath the dress<br />later<br />strings will lift you up<br />invisible or visible <br />and lower you<br />directly on my prick.<br /><br />El primer verso de mi versión en español es menos explícito que el de la versión inglesa, pero creo que al poema le conviene que así sea. Habría que ver qué dice el original. Gracias por pensar en mí para la traducción, espero que no sea por lo de pornográfico.<br /><br />Y algo más, psicólogo. Esa cercanía entre lo comestible y lo sexual no se da tanto en inglés como en español—al parecer, se da también en hebreo. Creo que habría que explicar por qué los anglos no asocian el comerse una papaya o un melón bien colora'o a lo mismo que nosotros.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-76226829241431099192008-07-05T21:09:00.000-07:002008-07-05T21:13:29.383-07:00Are they really talking about money?Luis, te acuerdas..?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNLmXyxrXBA&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNLmXyxrXBA&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-17783739701901075192008-06-30T07:18:00.001-07:002008-06-30T07:23:19.148-07:00Mas sobre BPD (II)Tambien gracias a Andres he dado con este texto, "Carta de una border", escrito por <a href="http://cosasdeana.blogspot.com/2007/12/cara-de-una-border-line-saca-de-inet.html">Ana</a>. Muy elocuente, muy directo, capaz de transmitir no solo los "hechos border" sino el afecto con que se sienten del lado de los que reciben el trato "border". Por cierto, eso de llamar a las personas con BPD "border" es tan argentino...<br /><br /><br />La carta:<br /><br /><br />Soy Border; por eso, si pudiera definir mi forma de vida en tres palabras, estas serían: todo o nada. Un día la vida es para mi una eterna fiesta, llena de risas y bromas, donde nada es tan serio ni tan importante pero al siguiente me parece más cruel de lo que de verdad es.<br />Por eso no te preocupes si estoy riendo a carcajadas y al instante suelto el llanto... es "normal" y pasará.<br /><br />No acepto relaciones a medias, a la gente que quiera estar conmigo le pido estar "conmigo o en mi contra", a cambio doy exactamente lo mismo.<br /><br />A veces dudo de que mi existencia real, me pregunto si mi existencia es de verdad o soy parte de un sueño o una película... de la que yo no soy la protagonista....Soy capaz de cuidar mi salud hasta la exageración o llegar a lastimarme tanto, que te quitaré el sueño.<br /><br />¿Qué quieres que sea? ¿con quién quieres estar? puedo ser lo que te de la gana: dulce o tosca; discreta como una tumba o la más chismosa que pueda existir. Precavida o bien, osada a tal punto que temerás por mi vida. Seré lo que te haga feliz... mientras quieras estar contigo.<br />Una canción, una novela, una frase me hacen soñar, me transportan a "otro lugar" si no quieres que me enfurezca, no me bajes de esa nube.<br /><br />De un instante al otro me puedo volver violenta y agresiva cuando eso ocurre no entiendo razones, por favor no intentes calmarme, aléjate, porque de una manera u otra, puedo hacerte destruirte. ¿Sabes cual pregunta me hacen más frecuentemente? "¿Cómo puedes ser tan lista para unas cosas y tan tona para otras?". Un día me tiraría de un paracaídas, solo para que me veas, y mañana me escondería en un rincón de mi recámara, de ti y del mundo.<br />Puedo ser una grandísima mentirosa... o lastimarte con mi sinceridad.<br /><br />Soy capaz de llorar con las películas y las noticias de la televisión... pero las tragedias de mis vecinos rara vez me producen algún efecto. Te sorprenderá saber – porque lo sabrás- que tu puedes tener una idea acerca de mi personalidad y otras personas una completamente distinta aunque ambos tengan fundamento. No tengo piedad, ni compasión y no doy tregua a mis enemigos... aunque daría la vida por quienes amo... mientras los ame.<br /><br />Poseo una extraña y desarrollada facilidad de ver tus puntos débiles y también los fuertes, entonces cuídate, porque lo que digas o hagas muy probablemente algún día será usado en tu contra. Puedo convencerte de algo, aun cuando ni yo misma esté convencida de ello.<br />Siempre te daré una respuesta a todo. y con una extraordinaria rapidez pienso lo que tengo que decir para lastimarte.<br /><br />Hoy quiero pasar el resto de mis días contigo, sin embargo mañana me puedo arrepentir.<br />Si un día te digo que no te quiero volver a ver no te sientas culpable, porque no lo eres también eso es frecuente. Algo puedo asegurarte, nadie sufre más que yo.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-53711935922869183032008-06-29T20:06:00.000-07:002008-06-29T20:10:45.421-07:00Mas sobre BPD...Andres, desde Chile, me ha dejado un comentario en el post de Borderline Personality Disorder que merece ser rescatado. Aqui esta:<br /><br />"Hola. mi nombre es andres, soy de chile, vivi dos meses con alguien que estudiando el caso TLP, los mantiene muy derrollados, al punto que llegaba a golpearse o golpearme, tenia arranques sexuales perversos y mantenia una alta taza de impulsibidad en sus acciones y otras veces una disforia y melancolia, hasta sentimientos de culpabilidad.<br />Se trató de suicidar en mi casa una vez, claro que yo creo que en el fondso era una forma de manipulacion para que esté con ella, ya que yo andaba siempre fuera de casa; por otro lado tenia un selo crónico que cahia en la psicosis. esto me alejaba de ella casi en forma fulminante y luego de un rato, como por arte de magia me hacia sentir que necesitaba que la abrasara y entre algunos insultos y autocriticas por estar conmigo, cahia despacio en la completa dulsura."<br /><br /><br />Asi mismo es, Andres, ante la amenaza de que los abandonen, las personas que padecen de BPD se descompensan completamente llegando a estados emocionales muy pero muy cercanos a la psicosis total. Como bien dices, luego de pasado ese momento de crisis, se recuperan y quedan como si nada. Como diriamos en Cuba, los BPD "te sacan por techo".parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-41778251740627381282008-06-24T18:27:00.000-07:002008-06-24T18:28:20.398-07:00JK Rowling Commencement address at Harvard (2008)"President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers,<br />members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates,<br /><br />The first thing I would like to say is 'thank you.' Not only has<br />Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I've<br />experienced at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me<br />lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths,<br />squint at the red banners and fool myself into believing I am at the world's<br />best-educated Harry Potter convention.<br /><br />Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought<br />until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that<br />day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting<br />on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out<br />that I can't remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables<br />me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to<br />abandon promising careers in business, law or politics for the giddy delights<br />of becoming a gay wizard.<br /><br />You see? If all you remember in years to come is the 'gay wizard'<br />joke, I've still come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable<br />goals: the first step towards personal improvement.<br /><br />Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to<br />you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own<br />graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years<br />that has expired between that day and this.<br /><br />I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are<br />gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to<br />talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the<br />threshold of what is sometimes called 'real life', I want to extol the<br />crucial importance of imagination.<br /><br />These might seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with<br />me.<br /><br />Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a<br />slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has<br />become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between<br />the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of<br />me.<br /><br />I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write<br />novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished<br />backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that<br />my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that could never<br />pay a mortgage, or secure a pension.<br /><br />They had hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to<br />study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect<br />satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my<br />parents' car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched<br />German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.<br /><br />I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics;<br />they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of<br />all subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to<br />name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the<br />keys to an executive bathroom.<br /><br />I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my<br />parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your<br />parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old<br />enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I<br />cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience<br />poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and<br />I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty<br />entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand<br />petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own<br />efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but<br />poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.<br /><br />What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but<br />failure.<br /><br />At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university,<br />where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and<br />far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations,<br />and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that<br />of my peers.<br /><br />I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and<br />well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and<br />intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the<br />Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed<br />an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.<br /><br />However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that<br />you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a<br />fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your<br />conception of failure might not be too far from the average person's<br />idea of success, so high have you already flown academically.<br /><br />Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes<br />failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if<br />you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure,<br />a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic<br />scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was<br />jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern<br />Britain, without being homeless. The fears my parents had had for me,<br />and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual<br />standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.<br /><br />Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun.<br />That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was<br />going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale<br />resolution. I had no idea how far the tunnel extended, and for a long<br />time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.<br /><br />So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure<br />meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to<br />myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct<br />all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I<br />really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the<br />determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I<br />was set free, because my greatest fear had already been realised, and I<br />was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an<br />old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid<br />foundation on which I rebuilt my life.<br /><br />You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is<br />inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something,<br />unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at<br />all - in which case, you fail by default.<br /><br />Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing<br />examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have<br />learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more<br />discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends<br />whose value was truly above rubies.<br /><br />The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks<br />means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You<br />will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships,<br />until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift,<br />for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more to me than<br />any qualification I ever earned.<br /><br />Given a time machine or a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old<br />self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a<br />check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV,<br />are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older<br />who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond<br />anyone's total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to<br />survive its vicissitudes.<br /><br />You might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of<br />imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but<br />that is not wholly so. Though I will defend the value of bedtime stories<br />to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader<br />sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision<br />that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and<br />innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity,<br />it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose<br />experiences we have never shared.<br /><br />One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry<br />Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those<br />books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs.<br />Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid<br />the rent in my early 20s by working in the research department at<br />Amnesty International's headquarters in London.<br /><br />There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled<br />out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking<br />imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them.<br />I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to<br />Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of<br />torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened<br />handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of<br />kidnappings and rapes.<br /><br />Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been<br />displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the<br />temerity to think independently of their government. Visitors to our<br />office included those who had come to give information, or to try and<br />find out what had happened to those they had been forced to leave<br />behind.<br /><br />I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older<br />than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had<br />endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a<br />video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot<br />taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job<br />of escorting him to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man<br />whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite<br />courtesy, and wished me future happiness.<br /><br />And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor<br />and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and<br />horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the<br />researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink<br />for the young man sitting with her. She had just given him the news that<br />in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country's regime,<br />his mother had been seized and executed.<br /><br />Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how<br />incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically<br />elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were<br />the rights of everyone.<br /><br />Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict<br />on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power. I began to have<br />nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard<br />and read.<br /><br />And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty<br />International than I had ever known before.<br /><br />Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or<br />imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The<br />power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and<br />frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security<br />are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not<br />know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was<br />one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.<br /><br />Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and<br />understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into<br />other people's minds, imagine themselves into other people's places.<br /><br />Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is<br />morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or<br />control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.<br /><br />And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose<br />to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never<br />troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they<br />are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can<br />close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them<br />personally; they can refuse to know.<br /><br />I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I<br />do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live<br />in narrow spaces can lead to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that<br />brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully unimaginative see more<br />monsters. They are often more afraid.<br /><br />What is more, those who choose not to empathise may enable real<br />monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves,<br />we collude with it, through our own apathy.<br /><br />One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor<br />down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could<br />not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we<br />achieve inwardly will change outer reality.<br /><br />That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every<br />day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with<br />the outside world, the fact that we touch other people's lives simply by<br />existing.<br /><br />But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch<br />other people's lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work,<br />the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and<br />unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great<br />majority of you belong to the world's only remaining superpower. The way<br />you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring<br />to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That<br />is your privilege, and your burden.<br /><br />If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on<br />behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only<br />with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to<br />imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your<br />advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate<br />your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you<br />have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the<br />world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the<br />power to imagine better.<br /><br />I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something<br />that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day<br />have been my friends for life. They are my children's godparents, the<br />people to whom I've been able to turn in times of trouble, friends who<br />have been kind enough not to sue me when I've used their names for Death<br />Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our<br />shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course,<br />by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would<br />be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.<br /><br />So today, I can wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And<br />tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine,<br />you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I<br />fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in<br />search of ancient wisdom:<br /><br />As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is<br />what matters.<br /><br />I wish you all very good lives.<br /><br />Thank you very much."parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-68143393627832823372008-06-17T07:21:00.001-07:002008-06-17T07:47:56.794-07:00Response to SalcedoThank you all for your comments on the previous posting. In particular, I'd like to thank Salcedo for addressing an issue that has kept me thinking for ever, not quite able to come up with a solution. I will try now to engage with Salcedo's point.<br /><br />Salcedo, I've thought about it many times, about the how could we possible channel out the pent up anger, built over decades of abuse. Anger, as you well put it, that spits out in whatever interaction we see that touches on any sensitivities. Let's see how far can the therapy setting get us in terms of possible solutions: When there is hurt in a relationship the only way to avoid the anger is by letting the other person know that what they are doing or have done has caused pain in us. It's not a small feat, however. It takes a lot to expose our vulnerability, to appear to the other as someone "weak", it can be embarrassing to some and just simply unbearable to others. If by any chance this hypothetical person has done this in the past and received further attack or abuse, the chances of exposing such vulnerabilities in the future will be slim.<br /><br />Here is a situation I have thought about many times and I even have the vague recollection of having mentioned it before on this blog, bullying. Those of us who live in North America and who have children in the school system know how sensitive this topic has become over the last 10-15 years and how the focus has switched from the victim to the victimizer. From "what's wrong with this kid who is picked on" to "what's wrong with this kid who is so mean and abusive". I think you can appreciate how momentous this switch is and what profound implications it has in terms of what you have asked in terms of resolving the built-up anger in Cuba. If anger is avoided by talking about pain, then it will take a society where pain and vulnerability are not sources of shame for it to happen.<br /><br />In Cuba (and by extension, in any macho society) going to someone and saying this person wronged me by cheating on me, by hitting me, by sexually molesting me, by making fun of me, by humiliating me, by degrading me is not conceivable because you will get no compassion but rather disdain and rejection. You will automatically become a "trajin", a "tarru", a "penco", a "maricon" and a social outcast, laughed at and taunted to "do something about it", something violent that will definitely redeem your value as a man, or a woman. In a society where vulnerability is a source of shame there is barely a chance that anger can be averted. Cuba's is such a society and, sadly, it is a place where empathy is a word never used, let alone understood.<br /><br />In a couple where letting your partner know that what they have done has caused you pain is used as ammo for further attacks, there is barely a chance of averting anger and withdrawal. It happens for example when you open up to your partner, you tell them about your past, your growing up, your relationship with your parents, your siblings, your peers, and so on, and what you get is either unresponsiveness or laughter or such information is dutifully stored for further used during an argument ("no wonder you are like this, this is what your father was like too") there is barely an opportunity for soothing intimacy. Hurt will trigger anger; anger begets anger. All done to avoid the shame associated with being weak. We will show ourselves to others as mean, powerful and vengeful not as vulnerable and in need of emotional repair.<br /><br />With that in mind, Salcedo, I look with doubtful eyes but also with hope to where in time and how could we in Cuba begin such necessary process.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-19926920516998901752008-05-30T10:29:00.000-07:002008-05-30T12:14:34.806-07:00An English postingWhat lies at the beginning? At the beginning of disaster there is anger.<br /><br /><br />There is the obvious extreme of physical violence and of men coming to see us referred by their lawyers. They've been charged with assault and come in to get their prescribed sessions for "anger management".<br /><br />However, that's just an extreme. Disaster, your run-of-the-mill disaster in relationships begin with anger in us, our partner did something wrong and we have gotten angry.<br /><br />There is a "way in" with anger, a way towards the relationship. It includes four steps: One, let the other person know, in a straightforward fashion, that you are angry. Two, do it without being critical of your partner. Third, express what your expectations were in terms of their behavior and how they were violated. Four, let your partner know what he/she could do to help, mend the situation at hand.<br /><br />The "way out" includes the Talion, an eye for an eye. I am angry, I'll make you angry as well. I will criticize you, I will label you with adjectives that will offend you deep. I will be evasive, not clear at all about being angry, let alone tell you that I had had expectations for you. I will be vague, obscure about what happened. I will act in ways that will give you no clue as to how to orient your bahevior and mend the current state. I will withdraw my love, my attention. I will hurt you.<br /><br />The other, in turn, has now the option of hurting back. Disaster has begun.<br /><br />The other, at any rate, is put in the position of having to play the role of the "bigger person", take in the attack, hold in the anger, and speak from the hurt. I am hurt but I will not retaliate. How can we fix this one up? But this is a dangerous path because it can easily slide towards one person always being the "fixer", the "good" one, eventually leading to a huge build up in resentment, distancing, and not caring.<br /><br />At the beginning of all disasters there is hurt. Anger is the easy way out. It only happens to fail in the long run.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-4260390634784107882008-05-29T05:45:00.000-07:002008-05-29T06:03:14.446-07:00Hacer el amorPara ambos, esta es la relacion mas larga que han tenido, 2 años. En la parte baja de los 30, profesionales, atractivos ambos. Ambos con largas experiencias sexuales que van desde el bisexualismo ocasional hasta el sexo en grupo, pasando tambien por los swingers.<br /><br />Ella lo trajo casi por las orejas, mire ud. que este novio mio solo piensa en masturbarse...y yo que..?!<br /><br />Cuando se estresa, el se esconde en un rincon de la casa al regresar del trabajo, pone una pelicula porno, fuma (es la unica vez que lo hace) y se masturba. Cuando ella llega a casa, tambien con el estres del dia, ya el no tiene el entusiasmo necesario para hacerle el amor esa noche.<br /><br />El es la primera persona que conozco que es y que se precia de ser un erudito en cine porno. Lo tiene clasificado por directores, habla de que si la "obra de fulano" es superior a la de mengano, como quien habla de Fellini o Wajda. Tiene una coleccion muy valiosa, dice. El sexo siempre comienza y acaba con masturbacion, casi siempre individual, a veces compartida. Siempre hay una pelicula en pantalla, y siempre incluye el uso de objetos, disfraces, cambios de posiciones, juegos de roles, etc., en un despliegue que ambos coinciden en llamar "frenetico". Muy pocas veces se da la penetracion, mucho menos que ambos tengan orgasmo de esa manera.<br /><br />De pronto, al cabo de varias sesiones en las que la supuesta meta era como hacer para que se masturbase menos y se acostara mas con ella, me cuentan que mientras veian la pelicula "Legend", la escena en que Will Smith estrangula a su perra, con lagrimas en los ojos ella lo abrazo en el sofa, y le beso el cuello, con ternura. El se calento como nunca, dice, y de ahi pasaron a tener sexo. Legend seguia de fondo, pero no es una pelicula porno.<br /><br />De pronto tambien, un dia el le hace un pedido inusual, quiero que nos miremos a los ojos mientras tenemos sexo. Creo que lo haria mas intimo, le dice. Ella se sorprende, lo acepta. Quiero que sea menos frenetico, le pide tambien. Ella se queda pensando. De pronto, tambien, le dice "I want to make love to you, I don't want to just fuck you" (quiero que me hagas el amor, no solo que me folles o me singues o me comas o me cojas). Quiero, ademas, dice ella, usar menos disfraces, hacer menos juegos de roles. Es que siento que cualquier mujer podria ocupar ese lugar con tan solo ponerse la ropa de enfermera. Quiero sentir que estas loco por mi, aun cuando no me pongo las medias que te gustan. Y yo quiero que seas tierna conmigo, y que no me critiques todo lo que hago, yo tambien quiero hacerte el amor, concluyo el. Mirame a los ojos.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-47590186058573512532008-05-26T07:33:00.000-07:002008-05-26T07:36:42.462-07:00Como evaluar a una pareja potencialDetalles que tendemos a pasar por alto al principio de una relacion que luego nos decimos "y como es que no lo vi si estaba tan claro desde que nos conocimos..". Una abogada los señala en este <a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/relationships/print22824/a-dozen-ways-to-get-to-know-your-real-partner;_ylt=AgF1ekaMMm2AlCkv2boqOFLRgZh4">link</a>, solo que estan en ingles.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-45323456791133498612008-05-23T08:06:00.000-07:002008-05-23T08:17:57.770-07:00Flores para AshantiRaj perdio a su esposa el dia de Navidad, 2007. Asi, de repente, de un vulgar infarto. Nunca tuvieron hijos, ella pasaba de los 40. Se conocieron en Montreal, pero ambos provenian del sudeste asiatico. Ella siempre quiso un Jeep, pero nunca pudieron comprarlo juntos, las finanzas no lo permitian. Ahora el jeep esta, pero no Ashanti.<br /><br />La cremamos, y luego fuimos el sacerdote y yo a la orilla del rio. Mezclamos las cenizas con agua de coco y jugos de frutas. Si, con nuestras manos. Oramos. La dejamos ir en el agua corriente. Luego fuimos a la casa y tuvimos un festin. Luego me quede solo.<br /><br />Raj es un hombre de muy pocas palabras, tengo que sacarselas, lo hago hablar, le doy tareas para la casa. Algo hay que hacer para que este hombre pueda hacer su duelo y que asi pueda volver a trabajar. Lo mandaron a la casa cuando comenzo a cometer serios errores en el trabajo. No se concentra, no duerme. Tampoco llora.<br /><br />Hoy me trajo su ultima tarea, una carta para Ashanti. Muy escueta, como mismo es el. Al final, habia escrito un poema. A ella siempre le gustaron las rosas amarillas. Llora.<br /><br />You like yellow roses<br />they are blooming now<br />but you are the rose of my life<br />where are you my love?<br />God doesn't have mercy on me<br />you tell Him that<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Raj, Ashanti son nombres inventados)parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-32000177905007371842008-05-21T08:32:00.000-07:002008-05-21T09:37:54.698-07:00Los consejos de Gottman<div>John Gottman, fundador del<a href="www.gottman.com"> instituto</a> que lleva su nombre e investigador leader en el tema de la pareja, da los siguientes consejos:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><ol><li>Editese. Evite decir todo lo critico que acuda a su mente.<br /></li><li>Suavice su presentacion de los problemas. Acerquese al problema con gentileza y sin culpabilizar a su pareja.</li><li>Acepte ser influenciado. Un matrimonio es exitoso en la medida en que el esposo acepta la influencia de la esposa.</li><li>Tenga altas expectativas. Las parejas mas felices son aquellas que, desde la epoca de recien casados, rehusan aceptar conductas hirientes/ofensivas en el partenaire.</li><li>Aprenda a reparar y a dejar una discusion. Si una discusion se convierte en pelea, tome un receso de 20 minutos, acuerde con su pareja a continuar solamente cuando ambos esten en un estado mas calmado.</li><li>Que la pareja se concentre en el lado positivo de las cosas. </li><li>Busque ayuda temprana. La pareja promedio vive por demasiado tiempo en un estado de infelicidad antes de ir por ayuda.</li></ol><div><br /></div><div>"Aquellos que tienen las mas altas expectativas para el matromonio generalmente terminan con las relaciones de la mas alta calidad. Esto implica que si usted le aplica dichas expectativas a su relacion, la probabilidad de que tenga exito en ella es mucho mayor que cuando decide "mirar hacia otro lado" y dejar las cosas pasar" (JG)</div></div></span></div>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-54185618199983933802008-05-21T06:24:00.000-07:002008-05-21T06:37:42.085-07:00Lo que le paso a SantiagoEs una pelicula del 89, hecha por Jacobo Morales, la lumbrera de Puerto Rico. El mismo de Dios los Cria. Alguien se acuerda? Dicen que perdio el Oscar porque se lo dieron a Cinema Paradiso. Otros dicen que el personaje de <a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=W-zEwGZ56Bs">Schmidt</a> de Jack Nicholson es una version pesada del Santiago de Morales.<div><br /></div><div>No he podido encontrar clip alguno de Lo que le paso a Santiago, pero trata de las dudas ante el encuentro con el amor. El personaje conoce a una mujer tan maravillosa y rara y que dice que lo ama de tal manera que...la hace investigar. Como dice el refran en ingles, if it seems to good to be true, it probably is.</div><div><br /></div><div>Es el mismo tema en Frankie and Johnie, con la Pfeifer y Al Pacino. Una mujer tan herida que no admite que nadie se le acerque. No puede ser, no puede existir. Y no importa cuanto hace y cuan amoroso es este Al Pacino, ni cuan "hunger for life he is", la Pfeifer no cede. Este si lo encontre:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65VEassDPmk&hl=es"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65VEassDPmk&hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></span><br /></div>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-72887481999629896042008-05-12T05:48:00.000-07:002008-05-12T06:23:40.461-07:00El anillo Claddagh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.metalsmiths.com/cladd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.metalsmiths.com/cladd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Uno de los grandes problemas con toda psicoterapia posible es el de la fuente de donde provienen los datos. Aquellos que buscan ayuda son, estadisticamente hablando, un sub-grupo dentro de aquellos que la necesitan pero no cubre todo el conjunto de las parejas e individuos posibles. Quedan fuera aquellas personas y parejas a las que les va bien. Sí, yo creo y se que hay personas a las que les va bien y que hay parejas en las que aquello que vulgarmente se conoce como amor funciona. Y Freud tenia una solucion elegante para esta diferenciacion entre neurosis y salud, la cual planteaba en terminos cuantitativos: Todos somos neuroticos, solo que algunos mas que otros.<div><br /></div><div>Entonces, el problema en si consiste en ignorar este ultimo sub-grupo y en dar por sentado que aquellos conflictos, dramas, y sintomas que vemos en los pacientes son los mismos que existen en toda persona posible. En esto radica uno de los rasgos distintivos de lo que se conoce como el "modelo medico" de psicoterapia, que solo estudia la "enfermedad", la patologia.</div><div><br /></div><div>El estudio de lo "saludable", de lo no sintomatico, de lo que funciona en la gente, es relativamente reciente (menos de 30 años) y uno de sus estudiosos ha sido John Gottman, quien con su esposa se ha dedicado a investigar que hacen las parejas que son felices en su relacion. La amistad es uno de los rasgos distintivos. Y asi llegamos al anillo claddagh. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fue un paciente quien me hablase de este simbolico objeto. Creado, dicen, por un irlandes enamorado, el anillo esta formado por dos manos que sostienen un corazon coronado y, al entregarlo, la persona dice las solemnes palabras "let love and friendship reign" (que el amor y la amistad reinen). Aunque puede ser utilizado como anillo formal de compromiso, el anillo claddagh tiene la peculiaridad de que no se devuelve en caso de una separacion. El anillo se da como regalo y es la persona que lo recibe quien decidira el sentido del regalo en funcion de la forma en que lo ha de usar: En la mano derecha, con el corazon apuntando al cuerpo, significa tengo novio o novia. Si el corazon apunta hacia afuera: soy libre, mi corazon busca. En la mano izquierda, con el corazon apuntado hacia el cuerpo: Mi corazon ha encontrado lo que buscaba.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ahi los dejo, suerte y que ojala les regalen su claddagh pronto.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nota: El paciente que me hablo del anillo rompio con la novia. Habia amor, faltaba la amistad.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-55548554267554582022008-04-29T17:03:00.000-07:002008-04-29T17:07:07.943-07:00Special for the Cuban-American folks out there<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The following exchange took place on Craigslist. I guess, when you see yourself as merchandise, you must accept the rules of the market:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Original Post</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />''What am I doing wrong?<br /><br />Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy. I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think I'm overreaching at all.<br /><br />Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board ? Any wives ? Could you send me some tips ? I dated a business man who made an average of around 200 - 250K. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. $250,000 won't get me to Central Park West. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker, and lives in Tribeca. She's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right ? How do I get to her level ?<br /><br />Here are my questions specifically:<br /><br />- Where do you single rich men hang out ? Give me specifics - bars, restaurants, gyms<br /><br />- What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my feelings<br /><br />- Is there an age range I should be targeting ?<br /><br />- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the Upper East Side so plain? I've seen really 'Plain Jane' boring types, who have nothing to offer incredibly wealthy guys. Then I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the East Village. What's the story there ?<br /><br />- Lawyers, investment bankers, doctors. How much do those guys really make ? And where do the hedge fund guys hang out ?<br /><br />- How do you rich guys decide on marriage vs. just a girlfriend ? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY.<br /><br />Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial - at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice hearth and home''.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">An Investment Banker''s Response:</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />Dear Pers-431649184:<br /><br />''I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.<br /><br />Firstly, I'm not wasting your time. I qualify as a guy who fits your bill - that is, I make more than $500K per year. That said, here's how I see it:<br /><br />Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is a plain and simple crappy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity - in fact, it is very likely that my income will increase, but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!<br /><br />So, in economic terms, you are a depreciating asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, however, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain - you're 25 now and will likely remain pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 - stick a fork in you!<br /><br />So, in Wall Street terms, we''d call you a trading position - not a buy and hold…hence the rub…marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to ''buy you'' (which is what you're asking) - so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following: if my money were to go away, so would you - so when your beauty fades I need an out too. It's as simple as that. So the deal that makes sense for me is dating, not marriage.<br /><br />Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as ''articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful'' as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that, if you are as gorgeous as you say you are, your $500K man hasn't found you - if only for a tryout.<br /><br />By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money - and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.<br /><br />With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way. Classic ''pump and dump''. I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, please let me know''.</span></span></span><br /></span>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-57843808468148325392008-04-28T17:58:00.000-07:002008-04-28T18:10:08.282-07:00A couple for all seasonsHe aqui una pareja que, como diria Milena, no tiene que ir a buscar conexiones por ahi por el universo. Fantasias, atencion al partenaire, quimica, deseo, juego, placer, y armonia en una de las mejores escenas de sexo oral en la historia del cine. "A history of violence" es la pelicula y vean todo el clip pues no por gusto llamo a este post "a couple for all seasons".<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yiy8Tm-gVzs&hl=es"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yiy8Tm-gVzs&hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></span><br /></div>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-57027883249901378192008-04-28T09:53:00.000-07:002008-04-28T09:55:45.153-07:00Across the Universe/Milena<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ACROSS THE UNIVERSE</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br />M. Rodríguez <br /><br />Dicen las agencias de noticias que la NASA es fans de los Beatles. Lo cierto es que ayer a las 7 de la tarde (1 de la madrugada de hoy en España), la NASA ha celebrado su 50 aniversario enviando al espacio “Across the universe”, la canción de la banda de Liverpool. La transmisión, según explican, se orienta en dirección a la Estrella Polar, la más brillante de la Osa Menor, y sigue viajando por el universo a una velocidad de la que nos es difícil, al menos a los simples mortales, hacernos una idea: 299.792 km por segundo.<br />Desde hace cincuenta años la NASA, y los humanos desde mucho antes, llevan preguntándose por la existencia de otros mundos, y por sus presuntos habitantes. “¿Hay alguien allá arriba?” pregunta una vez más la NASA con esta canción, creo que muy bien elegida: cabe suponer que si los extraterrestres no contestan a una canción de los Beatles es ya difícil que contesten. <br />Paul Mc Cartney y Yoko Ono se han mostrado optimistas: “¡Bien hecho, NASA. Trasmitid mi cariño a los alienígenas!”, ha dicho risueñamente el ex beatle. Yoko, por su parte, con una seriedad más acorde a las circunstancias, ha declarado: “Este es el comienzo de una nueva era en la que nos comunicaremos con miles de millones de planetas a lo largo del universo”.<br />Uno quiere compartir el entusiasmo de la NASA, de Paul y de Yoko. Pero no resulta fácil. Los humanos somos incrédulos; reclamamos siempre pruebas para creer. Ya es complicado, incluso, a pesar de la televisión, de internet, de las cámaras de video (nunca queda completamente claro si serán acaso ilusiones ópticas), estar seguro de que la gente que sabemos que existe, pero que habita a mucha distancia, en un sitio que no vemos, sigue aún allí. Y es también difícil comunicarse con el vecino de al lado. Imagínense confiar en la existencia y en la comunicación con ese desconocido y enigmático habitante que se sienta en la Estrella Polar, a millones de años luz.<br />Hay quien dice que la NASA nos hace perder el tiempo. Y es posible. Tal vez no nos la tomemos en serio mientras no escuchemos alguna cumbia marciana que nos llegue desde allá arriba, o allá lejos. Sin embargo, me digo mientras escucho “Across the universe”, lo que hace la NASA no es tan distinto a lo que hemos hecho, y seguimos haciendo, los simples mortales: enviar señales de humo, palabras, canciones, poemas, columnas de periódicos, mensajes en botellas, alrededor de universos grandes y pequeños. Sin saber muy bien si hay alguien del otro lado ni si, en caso de que hubiera, va a entendernos y a creer necesario contestarnos.</span></span></span>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-65154661672191337162008-04-24T17:35:00.000-07:002008-04-24T17:39:26.191-07:00Y...nos vamos a Brasil.No solo es la increible musicalidad del idioma, es tambien lo "gostoso" de las letras en la cancionistica brasileña. Como en esta cancion de D'Javan, "Se" (el si condicional, el "if") donde tiene esa talla que tanto me gusta: mas facil es aprender japones en braille a que ud. se decida o no. Un tema al que, como todos los de D'Javan, le sobra el swing que en otras tierras tanto buscan:<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEnWY744aHY&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEnWY744aHY&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-54870101308277491482008-04-22T09:05:00.001-07:002008-04-22T09:08:19.498-07:00Una colaboracion inexperadaMira, O., he aqui otra coincidencia: Eu, que nunca nunca nunca y nunca uso MSN, lo tenia abierto ayer y me rencontre con mi amigota Milena. Milena, aunque lejos en el tiempo y en la distancia, esta siempre cerca. Me dijo que me enviaria algo y, mire voce lo que ha sido...Milena: Ni idea tienes cuanto tiene que ver.<br /><br />Los dejo con Milena:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dicen que el amor, igual que no tiene edad, no tiene tampoco día. En cualquier momento la gente puede salir a la calle y enamorarse. En estos tiempos virtuales (parecidos, en el fondo, a los epistolares y románticos del XIX), la gente consigue incluso enamorarse sin salir de casa, en pijama y con el pelo sin peinar, sin haber visto nunca a la persona amada, sin escuchar su voz y sin tocarla. Sin que ella perciba cómo brillan tus ojos cuando te dice algo.<br />Si bien el día para el amor puede ser cualquiera, todos sabemos que el 14 de febrero es una fecha especial, para enamorados. (Hay quien no cree ni respeta estas cosas. Por ejemplo, fue un 14 de febrero el día elegido por el Ayatollah Comeini para condenar a muerte a Salman Rushdie por sus Versos Satánicos). Uno reconoce distintos tipos de enamorados. Se me ocurren ahora cinco especies: los ansiosos del amor; los amantes correspondidos; los abandonados; los amantes otoñales; y los nostálgicos. Cada tipología busca su poema de amor, para que lo acompañe este día.<br />Para los deseosos del amor (las deseosas, quizás más), pocos hay tan rotundos como ese de Rosalía de Castro, hoy políticamente incorrecto si no se lee su ironía: “San Antonio Bendito /, mándame un hombre / aunque me pegue / aunque me azote”. Para los amores otoñales es aquel otro de Dulce María Loynaz, “La balada del amor tardío”: “Amor que llegas tarde, / tráeme al menos la paz: / Amor de atardecer, ¿por qué extraviado camino llegas a mi soledad?”. Para amantes correspondidos hay muchos; recuerdo ahora uno curioso, el “Soneto de tus vísceras”, del argentino Baldomero Fernández Moreno: “Harto ya de alabar tu piel dorada, / tus externas y muchas perfecciones, / canto al jardín azul de tus pulmones / y a tu tráquea elegante y anillada.” Y aún se atrevía a seguir: “Canto a tu masa intestinal rosada”... Para los nostálgicos es “Mis amores”, de la urugüaya Delmira Agustini: “Hoy han vuelto; / por todos los senderos de la noche han venido / a llorar en mi lecho. / ¡Fueron tantos, son tantos!... / Yo no sé cuales viven, yo no sé cuál ha muerto. / Me lloraré yo misma para llorarlos todos”. Y para los abandonados, los desamados, es sin duda este consuelo, esta maldición amorosa del cubano Luis Rogelio Nogueras: “Algo queda en el cazador / del miedo de la presa; / algún temblor del que muere de amor / sobrevive en quien lo mata. / Porque aquellos que hieren de olvido / también agonizarán olvidados; / porque aquellos que cubran de tinieblas una vida / al cabo se extraviarán entre sombras”. Feliz 14 de febreroparejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-2676743053915604582008-04-20T12:24:00.000-07:002008-04-20T12:30:48.804-07:00Para O.Para mi amiga O., quien perdio un amor y cada noche se duerme pensando que esta en sus brazos. Hay coincidencias raras en la vida y en la musica, y esta es una de ellas. Mis gustos no tienen nada que ver con ninguno de estos dos cantantes, Bose y Shakira, pero en esta cancion Bose ha escrito algo muy hermoso, con mucho feeling y es capaz de darle, con su vocesilla, una interpretacion muy intensa a la cancion. Se une con Shakira, una de las reinas del pop. Y lo que me pasa con ella es que aun cuando la encuentro tan poppish me derrito ante la increible simpatia que transmite como mujer. Lo que me termino de convencer es que quien conjuro el clip lo hizo con imagenes de Lost in Translation, mi gran favorita, y ahi mismo me mato con papas.<br />O. ando sin tiempo para postear, pero esto es para ti:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZgzlYKcfuo&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZgzlYKcfuo&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-14008837580823365692008-04-01T09:37:00.000-07:002008-04-01T09:40:15.780-07:00Hacia donde vamos?!Logran con exito llevar a termino un embarazo en un sujeto humano masculino. Las fotos del parto son bien raras, no pude pasar de las dos primeras. Leer la noticia <a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool/">aqui</a>.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-4176876621238270172008-03-26T06:37:00.000-07:002008-03-26T06:40:13.915-07:00Instrucciones de como besarHe encontrado este sitio con videos sobre cualquier cosa, desde como hacer un couscous tradicional hasta como besar a alguien <a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-kiss-someone-passionately">apasionadamente</a>. Deben de haber muchas otras joyitas entre el resto de los videos. Se aceptan recomendaciones.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-20238486842567748332008-03-23T15:42:00.000-07:002008-03-23T15:44:37.132-07:00La filosofia de Bill Withers (especial para Medea)Un encuentro fortuito con este video de Bill Withers nos trae, de una manera muy concreta, cosas de las que he venido hablando aqui de como las mujeres y los hombres procesan las perdidas amorosas. Es todo un clasico, muy conocido, pero no conocia esta introduccion:<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hlAgwd5JGPo&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hlAgwd5JGPo&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-43019240473754541732008-03-19T09:32:00.000-07:002008-03-19T09:38:15.458-07:00Not even the rain...De vuelta de vacaciones me sigo acordando de escenas memorables acerca del encuentro/desencuentro de las parejas. He aqui una escena de "Hannah y sus hermanas" que rima muy bien con el post anterior sobre el amor de dos adolescentes (Melody) y que sugiere que cuando se trata de la sorpresa del amor, nunca se pasa de la adolescencia. Michael Caine esta muy bien en su papel de torpe adolescente que ha planeado todo al detalle, de la manera obsesiva en que los adolescentes varones se preparan para enamorar a su chica: "si me dice esto, le dire aquello..pero si en vez me sale con esto otro, entonces le respondo de esta otra manera..." y asi se pasan todo el tiempo creando un guion de como enamorar.<br /><br />Veanlo hasta el final, solo ahi se entiende la escena.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGIKsW_VeGs&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGIKsW_VeGs&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803996762572583416.post-37539473652866991932008-03-09T15:28:00.001-07:002008-03-09T15:34:17.727-07:00Melody: Alguien se acuerda?De 1971, con musica de Bee Gees, la historia de una pareja de dos pre-adolescentes que le anuncian a sus padres que han dicidido casarse. La inocencia en su cuspide.<br /><br />Una escena aqui:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIUSW5jOJ7Y"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIUSW5jOJ7Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />El trailer, <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=K_4GQx5Dv38&feature=related">aqui</a>.parejanoverbalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123404466622071111noreply@blogger.com4