De una puesta de sol

El viento traía susurros y palabras ya olvidadas.

El mar se embravecía por momentos en el espigón de sus recuerdos.

Las nubes ocultaban como un velo a un sol desfallecido que solo quería derramar sus restos de luz en el horizonte del ayer.

Pero la oscuridad ganaba terreno…

Y el frío y el viento y la soledad vencían en ese paisaje eterno.

De un Martes Santo

Fotos de San Esteban y San Benito

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Recopilación de citas de Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese)

Travis Bickle: You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talking… you talking to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? OK.

Travis Bickle: Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.

Travis Bickle: Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man.

Travis Bickle: All the animals come out at night – whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take ‘em to Harlem. I don’t care. Don’t make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won’t even take spooks. Don’t make no difference to me.

Travis Bickle: I think someone should just take this city and just… just flush it down the fuckin’ toilet.

Travis Bickle: I realize now how much she’s just like the others, cold and distant, and many people are like that, women for sure, they’re like a union.

-Personnel Officer: Wanna work uptown at nights? South Bronx? Harlem?
-Travis Bickle: I’ll work anytime, anywhere.
-Personnel Officer: Will you work on Jewish holidays?
-Travis Bickle: Anytime, anywhere.

-Travis Bickle: I’ll tell you why. I think you’re a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you.  And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you’re not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.
-Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?
-Travis Bickle: Yeah.

Passenger: [to Travis] You see that window with the light? The one closet to the edge of the building? you know who lives there? Of course you don’t know who lives there, but I’m saying “Do you know who lives there?” A Nigger lives there, and that isn’t my apartment. My wife is in there and… I’m gonna kill her.

-Travis: I can’t sleep nights.
-Personnel Officer: There’s porno theatres for that.
-Travis: I know. I tried that.

-Betsy: You know what you remind me of?
-Travis: What?
-Betsy: That song by Kris Kristofferson. [She's referring to the song Pilgrim Chapter 33]
-Travis: Who’s that?
-Betsy: A songwriter. ‘He’s a prophet…he’s a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.’
-Travis: You sayin’ that about me?
-Betsy: Who else would I be talkin’ about?
-Travis: I’m no pusher. I never have pushed.
-Betsy: No, no. Just the part about the contradictions. You are that.

-Betsy: You’ve got to be kidding.
-Travis: What?
-Betsy: This is a dirty movie.
-Travis: No, no, this is, this is a movie that, uh, a lot of couples come to, all kinds of couples go here.
-Betsy: Are you sure about that?
-Travis: Sure. I’ve seen ‘em all the time.