Odio lo general, lo lejano, lo mediato. Odio las leyes de la vida, los procesos irremediables, las situaciones resignadas.

“No sé lo que me pasó. Algo —mi fe, mi ceguera— se había venido abajo. Estoy cansada, cansada hasta morir de dolor. Quiero el amor que merezco. Nada menos. Estoy agotada de dar, de vaciarme. De mi devoción constante…”

“Cuanto más sé del mundo, más estoy convencida de que nunca veré un hombre a quien realmente pueda amar.”

“I don’t trust words anymore. I only trust actions. People can pretend to do a lot without beeing serious about it.”

its just one of those days

«Today the cloud is the central metaphor of the internet: [….] Downtime aside, the first criticism of this cloud is that it is a very bad metaphor. The cloud is not weightless; it is not amorphous, or even invisible, if you know where to look for it. The cloud is not some magical faraway place, made of water vapour and radio waves, where everything just works. It is a physical infrastructure consisting of phone lines, fibre optics, satellites, cables on the ocean floor, and vast warehouses filled with computers, which consume huge amounts of water and energy and reside within national and legal jurisdictions. The cloud is a new kind of industry, and a hungry one».