Cerebro: me acuerdo la publicidad de Tabcin en la que la esposa del resfriado le da uno de estos suplementos para que la acompañe al aeropuerto a buscar a la suegra. Al final se lo escucha diciendo: "Gracias Tbcin, sos bárbaro" con tonito irónico. En fin, la publicidad no es gran cosa pero me gustaba.
¿...?: díficil elección (si fuera cereza, no dudaría ni un segundo), pero creo que prefiero los arándanos. Ahora me dirijo hacia allí y voto.
Fodor: ¡fue la mejor respuesta, hombre! Vengan esas margaritas.
C.: ¡Qué tema! Sería absurdo no seguir, bah, creo que no existe siquiera la opción de no seguir. ¿Me adelante adrede con lo de Matrix o fue casualidad? Volvemos a lo mismo: ¿de o con?
Morpheus: I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice. Tumbling down the rabbit hole? Neo: You could say that. Morpheus: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he's expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo? Neo: No. Morpheus: Why not? Neo: 'Cause I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life. Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind -- driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about? Neo: The Matrix? Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is? (Neo nods his head.) Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. Neo: What truth? Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. (long pause, sighs) Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. (In his left hand, Morpheus shows a blue pill.) Morpheus: You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. (a red pill is shown in his other hand) You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. (Long pause; Neo begins to reach for the red pill) Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more. (Neo takes the red pill and swallows it with a glass of water)
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La de la derecha de cuadro parece un Tabcin, suplemento ideal para momentos de gripe o emputecido malestar.
Supongo que la roja debe tener gusto a frutilla y la azul a arándano, usted dirá qué fruto prefiere.
Porque usted está entre ellos, quería comunicarle que estamos eligiendo la mejor pregunta del año entre las que formularon los invitados.
prepárese una margarita y tómese las dos, ¡qué carajo!
Hoy te pregunto lo mismo.
¿Qué elegirías?
¿Seguir u olvidar?
Yo creo que me arriesgo, porque aparte —a esta altura— dudo de que la del olvido sirva de algo.
Besos matrixosos
C.
Cerebro: me acuerdo la publicidad de Tabcin en la que la esposa del resfriado le da uno de estos suplementos para que la acompañe al aeropuerto a buscar a la suegra. Al final se lo escucha diciendo: "Gracias Tbcin, sos bárbaro" con tonito irónico. En fin, la publicidad no es gran cosa pero me gustaba.
¿...?: díficil elección (si fuera cereza, no dudaría ni un segundo), pero creo que prefiero los arándanos. Ahora me dirijo hacia allí y voto.
Fodor: ¡fue la mejor respuesta, hombre! Vengan esas margaritas.
C.: ¡Qué tema! Sería absurdo no seguir, bah, creo que no existe siquiera la opción de no seguir.
¿Me adelante adrede con lo de Matrix o fue casualidad? Volvemos a lo mismo: ¿de o con?
Morpheus: I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice. Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
Neo: You could say that.
Morpheus: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he's expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Neo: No.
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: 'Cause I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.
Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind -- driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Neo: The Matrix?
Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is?
(Neo nods his head.)
Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. (long pause, sighs) Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.
(In his left hand, Morpheus shows a blue pill.)
Morpheus: You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. (a red pill is shown in his other hand) You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. (Long pause; Neo begins to reach for the red pill) Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more.
(Neo takes the red pill and swallows it with a glass of water)
Fue casualidad.
Eso sí, si de colores se trata, me parece que puedo adivinar ;-)
Besos y abrazos
C.
Como todo tiene que ver con todo, aprovecho para decirte que tengo el freezer lleno de arándanos :)
PS: este cambio que hizo Blogger no me deja anotar el link :(
C.: nos va bien con los colores, ciertamente. Beso color piel.
Mafi: ñam ñam. A ver cuándo organizamos y con la excusa de los arándamos venís a conocer el dpto. (ya pronto me liberaré de los finales). Beso
you should take de red one but save the blue one. You never know...
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