Aniversario :-)

marzo 27, 2008

#cienciaficcion

Que diez años no es ná. 😀


Balaclava

marzo 12, 2008


 

The Charge of the Light Brigade 

Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d ?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Some one had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d & thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter’d & sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Poema: Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Cuadro: Richard Caton Woodville

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Buen perro

marzo 5, 2008

Queno


Aulla Fenris

marzo 4, 2008

Ayer, pasando calor en casa y sacando a pasear a la perra con 20 ºC y calma chicha.


Hoy, 4 ºC, viento del norte de 20 Km/h (no es mucho, pero sopla sostenido) y sensación térmica de 0 ºC. Y para mañana y los próximos días me pronostican bajoceros varios. Así es como se pillan los catarros (y como empiezan las glaciaciones).


En el cartelón publicitario de enfrente de mi casa renuevan anuncio. Leo: “Ya es primavera en el Corte Inglés”.


Encima recochineo.


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P.S. del 5 para los privados relativamente bienintencionados: Que sí, pesaos, que ya sé que hay temporal por todas partes, y que al norte sopla más fuerte, y que en algunos sitios ya está todo blanco, y lo que queráis. A algunos no les ha llamado el Señor por los caminos de la extrapolación, eh…