«No es digno de saborear la miel el que se aleja de la colmena por miedo a las picaduras de las abejas».
William Shakespeare, 1564?-1616
“He is not worthy of the honeycomb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.”
William Shakespeare, 1564?-1616
Vampiro: -¿Los señores de la noche? ¡Bah! ¡Esto es sólo una pose! Con esta crisis parecemos hermanitas de la caridad comparados con los chupasangres que pululan a sus anchas, sin temor a la luz solar, y que han vampirizado a gran parte de la población sin rechistar, bajo un hechizo hipnótico global. ¡Qué magnífico trabajo!
Vampire: – The dark knights? Bah! This is just a pose! For this crisis, we appears as sisters of charity compared with those vampires who swarm at ease without fear of sunlight, and have sucked much of the population without a word, under a hypnotic global spell. What an magnificent job!
-Siempre he sido fan de Angus Young. Lástima de que en el hormiguero no tenga espacio sufuciente para dar los saltos que sólo él sabe hacer ¡Me pego cabezazos contra el techo y se despiertan las larvas!
-I have always been a fan of Angus Young. It’s a pity that the ant does not have enough space to jump that only he knows how I hit head against the ceiling and raise the larvae!
The Lost Tribes of New York City from Carolyn London on Vimeo.
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Una maravillosa pieza de animación de Andy and Carolyn London, que encontré colgada en las web «40fakes», en las que elementos inanimados de las calles de Nueva York, cobran vida. Por cierto que yo, como muchos otros humanos, veo caras en cualquier parte. En 6dilly4dally he dejado algún modesto ejemplo de ello.
A wonderful piece of animation of Andy and Carolyn London, I found hanging on the web «40fakes», in which inanimate elements of the streets of New York, come to life. Of course I see faces everywhere, like many other humans. In 6dilly4dally I made a modest example.
My heart is empty.
Your eyes are dull.
Once we were hungry,
Now we are full.
These ties that bind us,
Can’t beat these chains.
If love is shelter,
I’m gonna walk in the rain.
You were my angel.
Now, you are real.
So like a stranger,
Colder than steel.
The morning after,
You know what you bring.
If love is a red dress,
Well, hang me in rags.
Away.
There goes the fairy tale.
Lord, ain’t it a shame?
In all this comfort,
I can’t take the strain.
If we played even,
I’d be your queen.
But someone was cheatin’.
And it wasn’t me.
I’ve laid it on the table,
You held something back.
If love is Aces.
Give me the Jack.
