Wednesday, September 10, 2008

El otro blog

este es el otro blog

Cumpleaños de Pavese

Si Cesare Pavese estuviera vivo, estaría muerto.

todos los días se suicidaria.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Midnight Cowboy

Midnight Cowboy


Where's that Joe Buck?

...

RATSO

No doctors. No, sir. Not me. Doctors are like goddam auto mechanics. Fix one-thing, unplug another. Operate for piles and while they're there, they unscrew your liver. My old man, for God's sake, wasn't any sicker'n I am when he went to the doctor.

JOE

Well, just exactly what the hell you think you're gonna do? Die on me?

RATSO

I'm going to Florida, that's my only chance.

JOE

You know what's wrong with you? You got fevers. You kinky as a bedbug. How you gonna get to Florida?

RATSO

I'll find the money. If you just get me on the bus, that's all I ask.

JOE

Just when everything's going my way, you gotta pull a stunt like this.

RATSO

I don't even want you to go. Whaddya think of that? I got other plans for my life than dragging around some dumb cowboy that thinks he's God's gift to women. One twenty-buck trick and he's already the biggest stud in New York City. It's laughable.