Ahora mismo estoy contenta... me duele el estómago por no haber comido en todo el día... si... ya sé... pero es que no se puede hacer todo al mismo tiempo!!!... De hecho todavía estoy terminando un par de experimentos que me han llevado todo el día...

Pero bueno... el motivo de mi felicidad en este momento es mi clase de alemán...=D... Así es... para todos aquellos que no creían que volvería... (incluída yo)... Ahí estoy... hoy fue el segundo día de clase... Y bueno... mucho de lo que ahora nos enseñan ya lo sabía... pero... creo que lo que me hace más feliz es que es un espacio para mí y sólo para mí... es un ratito en el que me olvido del laboratorio... y de todo lo que está sobre mí durante el día... Me gusta... me gusta cómo me siento...

Obviamente... esta clase de "lujos" a la mitad del doctorado... me complican la existencia... no por nada sigo aquí cuando podría haber terminado hace dos horas...

Pero bueno... estoy feliz... y eso nada me lo quita...

Cosas curiosas que suceden a veces...

1)Llevamos a mi abuelo al cine... creo que hacía como 30 años que no se paraba en una sala de cine... Tengo que decir que fue una experiencia muy interesante... Lo único que dijo al salir fue que el cine era de locos!!!... Y es que para empezar... el primer corto que alcanzamos a ver fue "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"... Pobre de mi abuelo... saltó del asiento...

2) Me acabo de enterar que Goran Bregovic viene a México... creo que es un evento que al menos los miembros de mi generación no debe perder... "Underground" en vivo y a todo color!!!... =D

3) Viene también a México... Lenny Kravitz... Ese concierto estará en veremos... Me gusta su música... pero prefiero su estilo anterior...

Schlumberger

Oportunidades para mujeres
Como ingenieros de Campo o como Especialistas de Campo
Hombres también pueden aplicar.

REQUISITOS:
-Haber estudiado una ingeniería o carrera técnica y estar titulado(a). Edad máxima 28 años. Preferentemente solteros (as). Disponibilidad de reubicarse en cualquier lado de la República o el mundo. Físicamente apto (a) para un trabajo de campo (plataforma). Aptitudes manuales: mecánicas, eléctricas, hidráulicas. Independiente, deseos de trabajar duro en condiciones extremas: desierto, mar selva, hielo. Extraordinarios deseos de superación y de formarse en una empresa que exige el desarrollo profesional de sus empleados.

Trabajar en Schlumberger no sólo es una carrera,
sino un estilo de vida.

El mundo de Schlumberger es uno de los más diversos y extensos, contamos con personas talentosas y comprometidas para hacer la diferencia.

CONDICIONES DEL TRABAJO no limitadas a:
-Horario: No hay rotación, no hay horario fijo. Disponibilidad de 7 días a la semana y 24 horas. NO es un trabajo de oficina. Es un trabajo que requiere tanto esfuerzos fisicos como intelectuales. Deberá trabajar con tecnología de Schlumberger (herramientas electro-mecánicas-hidráulicas-químicas que se usan para brindar servicios petroleros) en los talleres y salir a plataformas a operarlas.
-Deberá ir a cursos al extranjero (opciones: Estados Unidos, Francia, Egipto, Malasia, Inglaterra) para mantener constante entrenamiento. Deberá trabajar con gente de diferentes nacionalidades – respetando las diferentes culturas, religiones y costumbres de otras personas. Trabajará con equipo de seguridad (“coverall”, botas de seguridad, casco y lentes) el 99% de su tiempo. Deberá tener disponibilidad de cambiar de residencia tantas veces y tan pronto como sea necesario.

Interesado(a)? Recepción de currículums: Martes 25 de enero 2005,
08:00-14:00 hrs. Algunas de estas personas serán invitadas a la
presentación de Schlumberger el miércoles 26 de enero 08:00 hrs.
Aquí se dará la información sobre las entrevistas a
realizar el mismo miércoles 26 y jueves 27.
Centro Cultural Universitario UNACAR.
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Este anuncio salió publicado en el periódico TRIBUNA Del Carmen, de Ciudad del Carmen, Campeche; el día 22 de enero de este año...

Quién se apunta???...

Qué tengo que decir???...

Que me duele que ya no esté... aún cuando sabía que era algo que tarde o temprano iba a suceder... él tenía muchas ganas de vivir...

Además de eso...

Me parece injusto que gente inocente tenga que pagar por lo malo que hacen otras personas... mi tío tuvo la manera de salir adelante... pero mucha gente sin conocimiento o sin recursos, simplemente tienen que quedarse a pagar lo que no les corresponde...

Quiero llorar... llorar hasta que ya no me queden más lágrimas...

Brazos de sol
Alejandro Filio

Hoy me vino la gana, que no las musas
hoy no tengo pretextos ni disculpa para cantarte a ti
para escribirte un verso y descolgarte desde aquí
hasta las ganas de la mañana ya por venir.

Hoy primero del segundo del año
mientras esta mujer rompe el espacio para inventarse al fin
para mirarla toda en el silencio y de perfil
tomo sus manos como escenario para existir.

Y es que no importa que digan
que está trillado
hablar de amor que maldigan
si no han probado
la noche en sus brazos de sol.

Se detiene el reloj sobre nosotros
caen las diez que resbalan por sus hombros y se cuela la luz
que se enreda en tu pelo pero la liberas tú
oro y diamante por un instante de tono azul.

¿¿¿Mundo Real???...

"Bienvenida al Mundo Real"... me dijeron en una conversación al respecto de lo que decidí ser y hacer hace muchos años y de lo que de cierta manera me cuestiono recientemente...

Hace muchos años cuando estaba en la preparatoria (vaya que ya hace tiempo de ello...) una maestra de ciencias sociales creo... nos dijo que nosotros vivíamos en una burbuja... que teníamos nuestro pequeño mundo en el que siempre estabamos seguros y que poco tenía que ver con "el mundo real"... también dijo que eramos una generación pasiva a la que no le importaba nada más que lo que tenemos al lado... En ese entonces nos molestó sobremanera el comentario y cada quién decidió tomarlo como quiso... A mí se me quedó grabado en la cabeza y le dí muchas vueltas por mucho tiempo... Seguí con mi vida de "estudiante" e hice muchas cosas en el inter...

Ahora han pasado como 9 años y sigo siendo "estudiante"... Y mi vida de estudiante ha cambiado podría decir... sutilmente... Tal vez la única diferencia entre el ayer y el ahora es que no tengo que llegar a las 7 de la mañana y ya no tengo que hacer tarea... (aunque en la última clase tuvimos... =S)... De ahí en fuera...

Se supone que los estudiantes de doctorado "deben" saber resolver problemas... "deben" ser responsables de su proyecto... "deben" trabajar 50 horas al día y fines de semana... En resumen... DEBEN ser independientes... Al final lo que sucede es que se vuelven máquinas de trabajo un tanto histéricos porque NO DEBEN tomar vacaciones... jajajaja!!!!... (Habría que ser chino para vivir tranquilamente...)

Ahora... si los estudiantes como yo DEBEMOS vivir en el laboratorio... Cómo demonios podemos saber qué es "mundo real"???... Tenemos una beca... que ciertamente... no nos van a quitar por no ir un dia al laboratorio... o por llegar tarde... Al final... lo único que podría hacer que pierdas una beca es que no obtengas los resultados que justifiquen tu trabajo en el laboratorio... Bueno... y un pleito grave con el jefe o el comité... De ahí en fuera... somos "libres" de acomodar nuestros tiempos y nuestro trabajo como se nos pegue la gana durante el día...

Bueno... uno pensaría que una vez que dejas de ser "estudiante" tu vida cambia... te vuelves "responsable" de tí mismo... y si tienes suerte (tono sarcástico)... hasta te vuelves responsable de una familia también... "Debes" mantener un sueldo... y "debes" dar el ejemplo a los que vienen detrás tuyo...

Pero saben???... creo que en la ciencia las cosas no funcionan así... Mi jefa... mis tios investigadores... los jefes de mis amigos... Incluso... mi jefe en la extranjia... Llegan a la hora que quieren... se van a la hora que quieren... se van de vacaciones el tiempo que quieren... y hasta toman siestas cuando quieren!!!...

Claro... también tienen que ser evaluados cada año... re-contratarse... lidiar con
los burócratas... pedir dinero y escribir artículos... Pagar su renta, la luz, el agua, el teléfono... Además de ser padres... abuelos... hermanos... tíos... etc... etc... etc... Pero finalmente... hacen lo que quieren!!!... jajajaja...

Y la frase célebre fué... "Bienvenida al Mundo Real"...

Qué ha sido estos últimos días???... Muchas, muchas cosas... Han pasado las vacaciones y yo sigo sintiendo que necesito vacaciones... Histérica estoy... eso no lo puedo negar y creo de estaré así por un buen rato más... Al menos hasta que algún resultado maravilloso se aparezca por estos lares y me recuerde las razones por las que decidí dedicarme a esto de picarle el ombligo a las células y ver qué pasa...

Ayer fue un día particularmente difícil... Muchas cosas que se juntan y creo que de no haber sido por la compañia de algunas personas que siempre están ahí y me echan porras a pesar de todo... me hubiera simplemente ido a la cama con un muy mal sabor de boca...

Pero pues... Qué demonios me pasa???... Hasta donde yo he logrado decifrar... no es más que el sentimiento de fracaso por no tener resultados de mi proyecto... Qué implica eso???... Muuucho trabajo... que aún cuando ha generado experiencia... no da pie para armar una historia publicable... Pero más allá de publicar... lo que realmente me molesta es no poder ver un efecto... un efecto que luego te lleve a pensar en nuevas preguntas... Y bueno... dado lo anterior... creo que hasta que no tenga alguna cosa interesante... no me cambiará la cara...

Por otro lado... supongo que también ya me cansé de mi jefa... cada que le digo que nos reunamos para organizar experimentos... lo que hace es regañarme y decir que no me importa el proyecto... que tengo actitud de derrotada y que yo "debería" saber qué es lo que tengo que hacer... Lo peor es que LO SÉ!!!.... No necesita ella decirmelo!!!... No quiero que me lo diga... lo que quiero es que esté al tanto de lo que estoy haciendo... y por eso le pido que esté conmigo... Pero finalmente... si eso no es lo que ella quiere... puedo organizar mis propios experimentos y hacer lo que crea más conveniente y ya luego pasarle cuentas... No soy inútil y muchas veces le he demostrado que puedo hacer las cosas sola... En fin... si eso quiere... eso tendrá...

Con respecto al seminario... Sinceramente... tengo DOS resultados que presentar... y me da pena presentarme después de 3 años de doctorado a decir que tenemos DOS resultados que además... todavía tenemos que comprobar... Lo demás es muuuucho trabajo... y sí... lo hice yo... pero sólo resultados negativos...

Sí... ya lo sé... la ciencia no es fácil y hay que ser perseverantes o tal vez lo suficientemente necios para no botar todo y mandarlo a la goma...

Lo que a mí me queda es mi orgullo... y sólo por eso sigo y seguiré en esto... por el puro orgullo de pasar por todos los problemas y demostrar que puedo hacer las cosas y las puedo hacer bien...

Y bueno... con respecto al incidente de la noche... Si hay algo que para mí es muy significativo... son los detalles... lo demás es lo de menos... pero los detalles me gustan... y me gusta tener detalles con la gente que me rodea... no importa si es algo simple o algo complicado... Podría hasta decir que forma parte de las cosas no negociables de las que algún día hablaba...

Siento que todo haya sido de esa manera...

Año Nuevo... Vida Nueva...????

Mmmmm... Pues... supongo que algunas cosas cambiarán... (sinceramente espero que cambien... y pues al respecto de eso haré lo que esté en mis manos)... Supongo que muchas otras no van a cambiar... Pero ya no me molesta...

Y la lista de propósitos?... No sé... Mucho experimentos... muchos horas de lectura... muchas horas de sueño... y pues haber qué más se me ocurre luego...

Woman Leaving the Psychoanalyst
Remedios Varo

Soy cobarde...

Lo único que quisiera es sólo desaparecer...

no haber existido nunca...

Of Beren and Lúthien

In the beginning days of the Elves there was one crafter, Fëanor, for who in time went unsurpassed, for he created the Silmarils and they were most renowned of all the work of the elves. "The Silmarils of their own radiance shown like the stars of Varda; and yet, as were they indeed living things, they rejoiced in light and received it and gave it back in hues more marvellous then before." And these gems were made hallowed that no hand unclean might touch them but be scorched and withered. Morgoth lusted after these gems and he stole them and fled to his fortress that none might assail him, for he too was of the Valar, an ancient power of the world.

"Fair shall the end be," Fëanor cried, "though long and hard shall be the road! Say farewell to bondage! But say farewell also to ease! Say farewell to the weak! Say farewell to your treasures! More still shall we make. Journey light: but bring with you your swords! For we will go further then Orome, ebdure longer then Tulkas: we will never turn back from pursuit. After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall he have and hatred undying. But when we have conquered and regained the Silmarils, then we and we alone shall be lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and beauty of Arda. No other race shall oust us!"

Then Fëanor swore a terrible oath. His seven sons leapt straightway to his side and took the selfsame vow together, and red as blood shone their drawn swords in the glare of the torches. They swore an oath which none shall break, and none should take, by the name even of Iluvatar, calling the Everlasting Darkness upon them if they kept it not; and Manwë they named in witness, and Varda, and the hallowed mountain of Taniquetil, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World Vala, Demon, Elf, or Man as yet unborn, or any creature, great or small, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should hold or take or keep a Silmaril from their possession.

"We have sworn, and not lightly. This oath we will keep. We are threatened with many evils, and treason not least; but one thing is not said: that we shall suffer from cowardice, from cravens or the fear of cravens. Therefore I say that we will go on, and this doom I add: the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda."

For many ages the elves made war with Morgoth and what started as a battle for the Silmarils became a battle for the existance of all things, for Morgoth hated the elves as he hated all things that were not corrupted within his power and which served him as slaves. Then the age of man came and many noble and proud families fought besides the elves and strove against Morgoth.

Beren and his family were of the proudest, and noblest of the houses of men, and he was a great enemy of Morgoth, and the foul servants of Morgoth pursued them and hunted them until at last there was only Beren. And he was pursued as an outlaw till he came at last into the hidden elven kingdom of Doriath where no mortal man had yet stepped foot.

So great was his torment and harships upon the road that be entered Doriath grey and bowed as if by many years of woe, but then he came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, and he fell into an enchantment where all weariness had left him for so great was her beauty.

Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight. As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a shining light.

But she vanished from his sight; and he became dumb, as one that is bound under a spell, and he strayed long in the woods, wild and wary as a beast, seeking for her. In his heart he called her Tinúviel, that signifies Nightingale, daughter of twilight, in the Grey-elven tongue, for he knew no other name for her. And he saw her afar as leaves in the winds of autumn, and in winter as a star upon the hill, but a chain was upon his limbs.

There came a time near dawn on the eve of spring, and Luthien danced upon a green hill; and suddenly she began to sing. Keen, heart-piercing was her song as the song of the lark that rises from the gates of night and pours its voice among the dying stars, seeing the sun behind the walls of the world; and the song of Luthien released the bonds of winter, and the frozen waters spoke, and flowers sprang from the cold earth where her feet had passed.

Then the spell of silence fell from Beren, and he called to her, crying Tinúviel; and the woods echoed the name. Then she halted in wonder, and fled no more, and Beren came to her. But as she looked on him, doom fell upon her, and she loved him; yet she slipped from his arms and vanished from his sight even as the day was breaking. Then Beren lay upon the ground in a swoon, as one slain at once by bliss and grief; and he fell into a sleep as it were into an abyss of shadow, and waking he was cold as stone, and his heart barren and forsaken. And wondering in mind he groped as one that is stricken with sudden blindness, and seeks with hands to grasp the vanished light. Thus he began the payment of anguish for the fate that was laid on him; and in his fate Luthien was caught, and being immortal she shared in his mortality, and being free received his chain; and her anguish was greater then any other of the Eldalie has known.

Beyond hope she returned to him where he sat in darkness, and long ago in the Hidden Kingdom she laid her hand in his. Thereafter often she came to him, and they went in secret through the woods together from spring to summer; and no other Children of Ilúvatar have had joy so great, though their time was brief.

But Daeron, the minstrel also loved Lúthien, and he espied her meetings with Beren, and betrayed them to Thingol. The King was filled with anger, for Lúthien he loved above all things, setting her above all the princes of the elves; where mortal men he did not even take into his service. Therefore he spoke in grief and amazement to Lúthien; but she would reveal nothing, until he swore an oath to her that he would neither slay Beren nor imprison him. But he sent his servants to lay hands on him and lead him to Menegroth as a malefactor; and Lúthien forstalling them led Beren before the throne of Thingol, as if he were an honoured guest.

Then Thingol looked upon Beren in scorn and anger; but Melain was silent. "Who are you," said the King, "that come hither as a thief, and unbidden dare to approach my throne?"

But Beren being filled with dread, for the splendour of Menegroth and the majesty of Thingol were very great, answered nothing. Therefore Luthien spoke, and said: "He is Beren son of Barahir, lord of Men, mighty foe of Morgoth, the tale of whose deeds is become a song even among the Elves."

"Let Beren speak!" said Thingol. "What would you here, unhappy mortal, and for what cause have you left your own land to enter this, which is forbidden to such as you? Can you show reason why my power should not be laid on you in heavy punishment for your insolence and folly?"

Then Beren looking up beheld the eyes of Lúthien, and his glance went also to the face of Melian; and it seemed to him that words were put into his mouth. Fear left him, and the pride of the eldest house of Men returned to him; and he said:"My fate, Oh King, led me hither, through perils such as few even of the Elves would dare. And here I have found what I sought not indeed, but finding I would posses forever. For it is above all gold and silver, and beyond all jewels. Neither rock, nor steel, nor the fires of Morgoth, nor all the powers of the Elf-kingdoms, shall keep from me the treasure that I desire. For Lúthien your daughter is the fairest of all the Children of the World."

Then silence fell upon the hall, for those that stood there were astounded and afraid, and they thought that Beren would be slain. But Thingol spoke slowly, saying: "Death you have earned with these words; and death you should find suddenly, had I not sworn an oath in haste; of which I repent, baseborn mortal, who in the realm of Morgoth has learnt to creep in secret as his spies and thralls."

Then Beren answered: "Death you can give me earned or unearned; but the names I will not take from you of baseborn, nor spy, nor thrall. By the ring of Felagund, that he gave to Barahir my father on the battle-field of the North, my house has not earned such names by any Elf, be he king or no."

Then Melain leaned to Thingol's side, and in whispered counsel bade him forgo his wrath. "For not by you," she said, "shall Beren be slain; and far and free does his fate lead him in the end, yet it is wound with yours. Take heed!"

But Thingol looked in silence upon Lúthien; and thought in his heart: "Unhappy Men, children of little lords and brief kings, shall such as these lay hands on you, and yet live?" Then breaking the silence he said: "I see the ring, son of Barahir, and I perceive that you are proud, and deem yourself mighty. But a father's deeds, even had his service been rendered to me, avail not to win the daughter of Thingol and Melian. See now! I too desire a treasure that is withheld. For rock and steel and the fires of Morgoth keep the jewel that I would possess against all the powers of the Elf-kingdoms. Yet I hear you say that bonds such as these do not daunt you. Go your way therefore! Bring to me in your hand a Silmaril from Morgoth's crown; and then, if she will, Lúthien may set her hand in yours. Then you shall have my jewel; and though the fate of Arda lie within the Silmaril's, yet you shall hold me generous."

And those that heard these words perceived that Thingol would save his oath, and yet send Beren to his death; for they knew that not all the power of the Noldor, before the Siege was broken, had availed even to see from afar the shining Silmarils of Fëanor. For they were set in the Iron Crown, and treasured in Angband above all wealth; and Balrogs were about them, and countless swords, and strong bars, and unassailable walls, and the dark majesty of Morgoth.

But Beren laughed. "For little price," he said, "do Elven-kings sell their daughters: for gems, and things made by craft. But if it be your will, Thingol, I will perform it. And when we meet again my hand shall hold a Silmaril from the Iron Crown; for you have not looked the last upon Beren son of Barahir."

Then he looked in the eyes of Melian, who spoke not; and bade farewell to Lúthien Tinúviel, and bowing before Thingol and Melian he put aside the guards about him, and departed from Menegroth alone.

Then at last Melian spoke, and she said to Thingol: "Oh King, you have devised cunning counsel. But if my eyes have not lost their sight, it is ill for you, whether Beren fail in his errand or achieve it. For you have doomed either your daughter, or yourself. And now is Doriath drawn within the fate of a mightier realm."

But Thingol answered: "I sell not to Elves or Men those whom I love and cherish above all treasure. And if there were hope or fear that Beren should come ever back alive to Menegroth, he should not have looked again upon the light of heaven, though I had sworn it."

But Lúthien was silent, and from that hour she sang not again in Doriath. A brooding silence fell upon the woods, and the shadows lengthened in the kingdom of Thingol.

Many dangers and trials did Beren face, and a horror came upon Luthien's heart, and going before Melian she learned that Beren had been taken prisoner by the servants of Morgoth with no hope of rescue, so she sought to flee Doriath and go herself to his aid. Thingol forbad her to go and sought to restrain her but Lúthien excaped, and passing through trials of her own she came before the dungeons where Beren was held and freed him.

Now it is told that Beren and Lúthien came in their wondering into the Forest of Brethil, and drew near at last to the borders of Doriath. Then Beren took thought of his vow; and against his heart he resolved, when Lúthien had come again within safety of her own land, to set forth once more. But she was not willing to be parted from him again, saying: "You must choose, Beren, between these two: to relinquish the quest and your oath and seek a life of wandering upon the face of the earth; or to hold to your word and challenge the power of darkness upon its throne. But on either road I shall go with you, and our doom shall be alike."

It was by the power of Lúthien that she cloaked Beren and herself in the fell forms of those in Morgoth's service and came unchallenged to the very gates of Angband.

Then Beren and Lúthien went through the Gate, and down the labyrinthine stairs; and together wrought the greatest deed that has been dared by Elves or Men. For they came before the seat of Morgoth in his nethermost hall, that was upheld by horror, lit by fire, and filled with weapons of death and torment. There Beren slunk in wolf's form beneath the throne; but Lúthien was stripped of her disguise by the will of Morgoth, and he bent his gaze upon her. She was not daunted by his eyes; and she named her own name, and offered her service to sing before him, after the manner of a minstrel. Then Morgoth looking upon her beauty conceived in his thought an evil lust, and a design more dark then any that had yet come into his heart since he fled from Valinor. Thus he was beguiled by his own malice, for he watched her, leaving her free for a while, and taking secret pleasure in his thought. Then suddenly she eluded his sight, and out of the shadows began a song of such surpassing loveliness, and such blinding power, that he listened perforce; and a blindness came upon him, as his eyes roamed to and fro, seeking her.

All his court were cast down in slumber, and all the fires faded and were quenched; but the Silmarils in the crown on Morgoth's head blazed forth suddenly with a radiance of white flame; and the burden of that crown and of the jewels bowed down his head, as thought he world were set upon it, laden with a weight of care, of fear, and desire, that even the will of Morgoth could not support. Then Lúthien catching up her winged robe sprang into the air, and her voice came dropping down like rain into pools, profound and dark. She cast her cloak before his eyes, and set upon him a dream, dark as the Outer Void where once he walked alone. Suddenly he fell, as a hill sliding in avalanche, and hurled like thunder from his throne lay upon the floors of hell. The iron crown rolled echoing from his head. All things were still.

As a dead beast Beren lay upon the ground; but Lúthien touching him with her hand aroused him, and he cast aside the wolf-hame. Then he drew forth the knife Angrist; and from the iron claws that held it he cut a Silmaril.

Then Beren moved to go beyond his vow and remove from the crown all three Silmarils, but the knife Angrist snapped and a shard of it smote Morgoth's cheek, he groaned and stirred and all the host of Morgoth moved in sleep, and in terror Beren and Lúthien fled but they found the gates held against them by Carcharoth, the greatest among wolves. Lúthien was spent, and she had not time nor strength to quell the wolf. But Beren strode forth before her, and in his right hand he held aloft the Silmaril. Carcharoth halted, and for a moment was afraid. "Get you gone, and fly!" cried Beren; "for here is a fire that shall consume you, and all evil things." And he thrust the Silmaril before the eyes of the wolf.

But Carcharoth was not daunted, and a devouring hunger awoke within him and he took the hand in his maw and bit it off at the wrist, but then the fires of the holy jewel burned within him and seared his flesh and he fled in torment and madness, and Beren lay in a swoon near death for venom was on the fangs of the wolf. Lúthien with her lips drew out the venom, and put forth her failing power to staunch the hideous wound.

Then Beren led Lúthien before the throne of Thingol, her father; and he looked in wonder upon Beren, whom he had thought dead; but he loved him not, because of the woes he had brought upon Doriath. But Beren knelt before him, and said: "I return according to my word. I come now to claim my own."

And Thingol answered: "What of your quest, and of your vow?"

But Beren said: "It is fulfilled. Even now a Silmaril is in my hand."

Then Thingol said: "Show it to me!"

And Beren put forth his left hand, slowly opening its fingers; but it was empty. Then he held up his right arm; and from that hour he named himself Camlost, the Empty-handed.

Then Thingol's mood was softened; and Beren sat before his throne upon the left, and Lúthien upon the right, and they told all the tale of the Quest, and all there listened and were filled with amazement. And it seemed to Thingol that this Man was unlike all other mortal Men, and among the great in Arda, and the love of Lúthien a thing new and strange; and her perceived that their doom would not be withstood by any power of the world. Therefore at the last he yielded his will, and Beren took the hand of Lúthien before the throne of her father.

But now a shadow fell upon the joy of Doriath at the return of Lúthien the fair; for learning of the cause of the madness of Carcharoth the people grew more afraid, perceiving that his danger was fraught with dreadful power because of the holy jewel, and hardly might be overthrown. And Beren, hearing of the onslaught of the Wolf, understood that the Quest was not yet fulfilled.

In the hunt they came upon the Wolf, and bursting from the thorns Carcharoth sprang at Thingol, but Beren lept before him, stricking with his spear, but the Wolf swept the spear aside and bit Beren upon the breast and felled him even as the Wolf too was slain. Then they took a knife and ripped open the belly of the Wolf; and within he was wellnigh all consumed as with a fire, but the hand of Beren that held the jewel was yet incorrupt. Then the Silmaril was taken and placed in Beren's living hand; and Beren was aroused by the touch of the Silmaril, and held it aloft, and bade Thingol receive it. "Now is the Quest achieved," he said, "and my doom full-wrought"; and he spoke no more.

Then Lúthien met him and set her arms around Beren, and kissed him, bidding him await her beyond the Western Sea; and he looked upon her eyes ere the spirit left him. But the starlight was quenched and darkness had fallen even upon Lúthien Tinúviel.

For the spirit of Beren at her bidding tarried in the halls of Mandos, unwilling to leave the world, until Lúthien came to say her last farewell upon the dim shores of the Outer Sea, whence Men that die set out never to return. But the spirit of Lúthien fell down into the darkness, and at the last it fled, and her body lay like a flower that is suddenly cut off and lies for a while unwithered upon the grass.

Lúthien came to the halls of Mandos, where are the appointed places of the Eldalië, beyond the mansions of the West upon the confines of the world. There those that wait sit in the shadow of their thought. But her beauty was more then their beauty, and her sorrow deeper then their sorrows; and she knelt before Mandos and sang to him.

The song of Lúthien before Mandos was the song most fair that ever in words were woven, and the song most sorrowful that ever the world shall hear. Unchanged, imperishable, it is still sung in Valinor beyond the hearing of the world, and listening the Valar are grieved. For Lúthien wove two themes of words, of the sorrow of the Eldar and the grief of Men, of the Two Kindreds that were made by Ilúvatar to dwell in Arda, the Kingdom of Earth amid the innumerable stars. And as she knelt before him her tears fell upon his feet like rain upon the stones; and Mandos was moved to pity, who never before was so moved, nor has been since.

Therefore he summoned Beren, and even as Lúthien had spoken in the hour of his death they met again beyond the Western Sea. But Mandos had no power to withhold the spirits of Men that were dead within the confines of the world, after their time of waiting; nor could he change the fates of the Children of Ilúvatar. He went therefore to Manwë, Lord of the Valar, and Manwë sought counsel in his inmost thought, where the will of Ilúvatar was revealed.

These were the choices that he gave to Lúthien. Because of her labours and her sorrow, she should be released from Mandos, and go to Valimar, and there to dwell until the world's end among the Valar, forgetting all griefs that her life had known. Thither Beren could not come. For it was not permitted of the Valar to withhold Death from him, which is the gift of Ilúvatar to Men. But the other choice was this: that she might return to Middle-earth, and take with her Beren, there to dwell again, but without the certitude of life or joy. Then she would become mortal, and subject to a second death, even as he; and ere long she would leave the world forever, and her beauty become only a memory in song.

This doom she chose, forsaking the Blessed Realm, and putting aside all claim to kinship with those that dwell there; that thus whatever grief might lie in wait, the fates of Beren and Lúthien might be joined, and their paths lead together beyond the confines of the world. So it was that alone of the Eldalie she has died indeed, and left the world long ago. Yet in her choice the Two Kindreds have been joined; and she is the forerunner of many in whom the Eldar see yet, though all the world is changed, the likeness of Lúthien the beloved, whom they have lost.

Song of Beren and Lúthien

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moan and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.

Hace rato dijeron que los humanos viven de sus recuerdos...

Supongo que algo de ello es cierto...

Hoy es un lindo día... Porqué?... porque está soleado... no hace demasiado frío...

Estos días de vacaciones cierran la Universidad... así que me ha tocado caminar un poco más de lo normal para llegar al laboratorio... Tengo que decir que caminar por la Universidad en estos días que no hay nadie... es realmente agradable... Me gusta... =)

Por otro lado... ayer hace como 10 años que fui de nuevo al cine solita... En esos ayeres fui a ver Hércules de Disney...

Ahora fuí a ver Los Increíbles...

Me divertí como enana!!!... Jajajajaja... Estaban al lado mío un par de chicos... como de unos 8-10 años tal vez... La disfruté tanto como ellos... Es cierto que el doblaje al español les quedó un tanto patético... Pero bueno... olvidándonos de eso por un momento... La película es fabulosa... Y verla en MacroPantalla... muuucho mejor... =D

Carta a Francia
Rodrigo Solís - Fernando Delgadillo

Desde el sitio en donde
siempre estoy pensando en ti
con mi eterna obstinación
y anotando lo que siento
que nos pasa aquí
aunque no sea lo mejor.

Cómo te extraño
y como tengo miedo
de perder mis pasos,
de extraviar en algún lado
mis promesas y mis sueños
¿Cuál será el mejor camino?
todos dicen: éste si te va a llevar.

Cada vez son muchos más
los que se acercan
la gente siempre aplaude
y temo tanto darme cuenta
que tan solo condesciendan
con mi modo de mirar,
sin saber a ciencia cierta
si comparten lo que digo
si en verdad están conmigo.

Si conceden la importancia
y el valor que les concedo yo también.

Hoy necesito toda la noche
para contar lo que escribo
acerca de los que comercian
con la música sencilla y reciclada
y que nunca dice nada,
será que no tiene nada que decir.

Cómo quisiera, ver que el artista
está buscando la manera
de hablar de todo lo que se ha
vuelto importante
y aún así nunca es bastante,
aun nos falta y vaya si nos hace falta
tanto a que cantar.

En el mundo sólo miro
dos extremos hoy
y tú tan lejos de aquí
la nostalgia se me irá
con el verano
cuando vayas a venir.

Cómo te extraño
y como tengo miedo
de perder los pasos,
de extraviar en algún lado
las promesas y los sueños
cuál será el mejor camino?
estoy seguro que dirías
que tome aquel,
el que me lleve más lejos.

No he sabido decir
todo lo que pienso en ti
ni he sabido hablar de amor
tengo tanto que contarte
que he perdido
y que no encuentro
y entre alguna de estas cosas
la frescura con que ideé mis planes la primera vez,
he perdido la sorpresa con que descubría en la luna
a mi cabeza si se fue pensando en ti,
y hasta el gusto de ser un irresponsable
cómo pesan las palabras cuando marcha uno detrás
y cuando soy yo quien tiene que decirlas.

Ojalá y que en esta noche
cuando menos me llegara
tu reproche a donde estoy
por si había más que decir
de lo que he dicho
y también por si lo dicho
se pudo decir mejor.

Pero no estás
y los que vienen no están para perdonarme
mis carencias personales
mas bien vienen al concierto de esta noche
esperando lo mejor.

Y yo tengo la cabeza en tantos lados
canto para tanta gente y ahora pienso tanto en ti
y aún así me alcanza el corazón para sentirlo todo
y hoy que me haces tanta falta
solamente, solamente me he querido repetir:
cómo te extraño y cómo tengo miedo de perder tus pasos
de extraviar en algún lado tus promesas y tus sueños
¿Cuál será el mejor camino?
y al hacerme esta pregunta pienso en ti
y en el camino que te traiga de regreso.

Supongo que es cierto... No sé estar sola... Supongo que esa es la razón por la que no me he salido de mi casa...

Hace algún tiempo me sentía capaz de hacer todo... de ir y regresar... de hacer y deshacer... sentía que podía hacer todo lo que yo quisiera...

Ahora no me siento así... Me da miedo todo... Sé que han pasado algunas cosas que han sido difíciles... Algunas a las que me había aferrado sobremanera porque eran lo que yo quería para mi vida... Y algunas otras que simplemente se aparecieron y no estaban bajo mi control... Reevaluar todo...

Supongo que estoy en el extremo... cuando antes quería controlar todo lo que se aparecía en mi vida... ahora no encuentro nada que pueda controlar... Ni a mí misma...

Muchas cosas en qué pensar... muchas cosas que decir...

Antes que nada... Felicidades por tu artículo!!!... Yo creo que lo que más gusto me dió fue ver esa enorme sonrisa en tu cara esta mañana... Ya estás del otro lado...=D

Y sí... seguro que estaré en la celebración...

Segunda cosa más importante... Espero que tengas un excelente viaje... Supongo que los aires italianos siempre son una buena idea para cambiarle el ánimo a cualquiera... Y ve con calma... que aún cuando creas que no hay nada seguro... lo hay... Disfruta de tu viaje... y toma muchas fotos... Y me traes una postal, si????...

Lo demás... supongo que será otro día... todavía tengo que pensar más las cosas...

Hace mucho frío...

Creo que me gustaría mucho estar simplemente sentada en un sillón... con una cobija super calientita...

Sería lindo tener de vista un bosque...

un café...

Ya me quiero ir a mi casa... estoy cansada... desvelada... harta... y además...

me duele mi pie...

Ayer me caí... de nuevo... =S... Jajajajaja... Mi tobillo chafa como siempre... Ahora mismo ya no me duele tanto como ayer... Ya puedo caminar!!!!... De cualquier manera tengo que sacar una radiografía para descartar cualquier cosa rara... Que sinceramente espero... no pase a mayores...

Lo que es cierto es... comeré como debe de ser... eso de desmayarse a media calle no es agradable... Jajajaja...

Gracias amiga... Mala suerte para tí y buena para mí... Siempre te tocan las emergencias... Gracias por estar conmigo... =)