Els emprenedors desenvolupen empreses amb el propòsit de la creació de prosperitat i riquesa per a tots els participants - els inversors, clients, proveïdors, empleats, i ells mateixos-, utilitzant una combinació de capital intel·lectual i de processos empresarials.
Apollinaire a été un des premiers à comprendre poétiquement qu'une révolution culturelle était impliquée dans l'apparition de nouveaux moyens de reproduction et de transmission, que le phonographe, le téléphone, la radio et le cinéma (sans parler de la télevision et de l'enregistrement magnétique), moyens de conserver et diffuser le langage ou l'histoire sans passer par l'intermédiaire de l'écriture, obligeait à poser sur celle-ci un regard nouveau, et en particulier a interroger d'une façon toute nouvelle cet objet fondamental de notre civilization qu'est le livre.
BLA - (...) El més difícil de tot és descobrir un clima, un terreny comú. I em penso que ho hem aconseguit.
VELLA - ¿I si només fos una il·lusió?
BLA - No importa. Si ho és, això constitueix la nostra única realitat.
VELLA - Com us aventureu!
BLA - Cal aventurar-se o resignar-se a continuar sol. Ho hauríeu de saber.
VELLA - ¿Qué voleu que faci, doncs?
BLA - Admetre'm tal com sóc, íntegrament. Com jo us admeto, sense condicions.
(...)
SET - Dur! (Riu breument i s'adreça a la Xicota) ¿Com us penseu que s'hi arriba, als altres?
XICOTA - No ho sé. Però forçant-los, no.
SET - Forçant-los, precisament. Endinsar-se en un altre sempre és una intrusió, i un intrús viola, destrueix.... Allò que hom conquista i incorpora, sempre és un residu.
-- Ese es el problema contigo, que a ti no se te olvidan las cosas.
CAL - (...) Tota relació és sempre una mica falsa, fins i tot quan s'estableix amb bona voluntat. Però cada ser té la seva manera particular de mostrar-se fals, i això el descobreix. La mentida revela tant com la veritat. Només el silenci ens dissimula, ens amaga... (...)
CAL - No hi ha ningú, inofensiu.
XICOTA - Si està mig baldada!
CAL - No hi fa res. Pel sol fet de ser un altre, ens amenaça..
XICOTA - Però també vos sou un altre per a ella!
CAL - Sí, és el mateix. Un perill
(...)
CAL - Tot allò que m'és estrany, distant, ha de ser destruït
"Nadie es tan feo como su foto de DNI...
ni tan guapo como su foto de facebook."
The Dominators (Els Dominadors), és un dels episodis del Segon Doctor Who (Patrick Troughton) que han estat publicades al Regne Unit (Regió 2) recentment.
Aquesta història, que possiblement es recordada per l'aparició fallida dels Quarks, va servir per obrir la sisena temporada de la sèrie familiar (1968-1969). Aquesta sisena temporada seria la darrera en el format blanc i negre, i també la darrera temporada de Patrick Troughton com a segon doctor.
Paral·lelament a la reconstrucció de un parell d'episodis del Segon Doctor (Throughton), la BBC va encarregar una série de mini-episodis de 5 minuts cadascún per a un programa especial per a infants més petits.
"No tenemos nada en común. Nos pasamos el dia discutiendo.
Por que no se van a creer que estamos casados?"
| Anoche conquisté a una señora madura en una discoteca de primer nivel. Tenía buen aspecto para una mujer de 57 años. De hecho no estaba nada mal, era muy guapa, elegante, distinguida y sin querer, me encontré pensando que quizá tendría una hija preciosa de unos 30 años. Tomamos unas copas más, nos hicimos algunas caricias fogosas y me preguntó si había tenido un 'Doble Deportivo'. - ¿Qué es eso? le pregunté. - Es un trío con madre e hija, me contestó. - Le dije NO, muy excitado!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Tomamos unas copas más y me dijo que esta era mi noche de suerte y fuimos para su departamento (pensé para mis adentros, 'se me hace realidad lo de la hija preciosa que imaginé', ese solo pensamiento me excitaba más). Llegamos a su edificio, en un barrio muy elegante. En el estacionamiento solo Mercedes Benz y BMW... Subimos en un ascensor directo a su departamento, luego entramos (se me aceleró el ritmo cardiaco imaginando al monumento de hija que tendría), se quitó los zapatos y los tiró sobre la alfombra. Encendió la luz del vestíbulo, admiré la decoración de la sala, era todo de muy buen gusto, la decoración, los muebles, la vista... Empezó a desvestirse lentamente y luego gritó: - ”Mamá, ¿todavía estás despiertaaaaaa?”☺ |
La diferencia entre un amante y un novio es que al amante no le puedes obligar a que te acompañe a los conciertos...
I adquired this volume published by HarperCollins in 2003, containing the three volumes of the Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring, the Two Towers and the Return of the King."(...) even with one eye blinded you should see clerarer. We fought this war for vengeance, and vengeance we have taken. But it is not sweet. If this is victory, then our hands are too small to hold it"
| A poner las neuronas en funcionamiento!!! IMPRESIONANTE: Espero que puedas descifrarlo!!! SI CONSIGUES LEER LAS PRIMERAS PALABRAS, EL CEREBRO DESCIFRARA LAS OTRAS. C13R70 D14 D3 V3R4N0 3574B4 3N L4 PL4Y4 |
"Well, Mr. Frodo, we've been far and seen a deal, and yet I don't think we've found a better place than this. There's something of everything here, if you understand me: the Shire and the Golden Wood and Gondor and kings' houses and inns and meadows and mountains all mixed. And yet, somehow, I feel we ought to be going soon. I'm worried about my gaffer, to tell you the truth. Yes, something of everything, Sam, except the Sea,' Frodo had answered; and he repeated it now to himself: 'Except the Sea.' "
- Eres muy joven - dice él
- Y que? Conozco gente mas joven que han vivido el triple - responde ella
- Vivir más rapido no implica vivir mejor.
"(...) Are you coming?
'Yes, I am coming, ' said Frodo. 'The Ring-bearers should go together.'
'Where are you going, Master?' cried Sam, though at last he understood what was happening.
'To the Havens, Sam,' said Frodo.
'And I can't come.'
'No, Sam. Not yet anyway, not further than the Havens. Though you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do.'
'But,' said Sam, and tears started in his eyes, 'I though you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.'
'So I though too, once. But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. ..."
"The trees were the worst loss and damage, for at Sharkey's bidding they had been cut down recklessly far and wide over the Shire; and Sam grieved over this more than anything else. For one thing, this hurt would take long to heal, and only his great-grandchildren, he thought, would see the Shire as it ought to be."
"He'd funny ideas, had Pimple. Seems he wanted to own everything himself, and then order other folk about. It soon came out that he already did own a sight more than was good for him; and he was always grabbing more, though where he got the money was a mystery: mills and malt-houses and inns, and farms, and leaf-plantations. He'd already bought Sandyman's mill before he came to Bag End, seemingly."
" (...) - Tanta culpa tienen unos como los otros. Ellos tenían la razón.
- Su trabajo es combatir los indios, no darles la razón.
- Nosotros éramos 20, ellos eran 200. Me pareció que lo más conveniente era darles la razón."
"I have nothing much to give to you young fellows, (...), except good advice".
"Other things there are that may come; for Sauron is himself but a servant or emissary. Yet it is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule."
"Concerning this thing, my lords, you now all know enough for the understanding of our plight, and of Sauron's. If he regains it, your valour is vain, and his victory will be swift and complete: so complete that now can foresee the end of it while this world lasts. If it is destroyed, then he will fall; and his fall will be so low that none can foresee his arising ever again. For he will lose the best part of the strength that was native to him in his beginning, and all that was made or begun with that power will crumble, and he will be maimed for ever, becoming a mere spirit of malice that gnaws itself in the shadows, but cannot again grow or take shape. And so a great evil of this world will be removed."
"Programa siempre tu código como si el tipo que va a tener que mantenerlo en el futuro fuera un violento psicópata que sabe donde vives."
"But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of ther bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in."
"And yet, Éomer, I say to you that she loves you more truly than me; for you she loves and knows; but in me she loves only a shadow and a thought: a hope of glory and great deeds, and lands far from the fields of Rohan."
"A cold voice answered:
'Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye.'
A sword rang as it was drawn.
'Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.'
'Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!'
Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel.
'But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him'"
"If I had! If you had!' he said. 'Such words and ifs are vain. It has gone into the Shadow, and only time will show what doom awaits it, and us. The time will not be long. In what is left, let all who fight the Enemy in their fashion be at one, and keep hope while they may, and after hope still the hardihood to die free"
"Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes."
There is no point in being grown-up if you can't be childish sometimes.
"Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We're in one, of course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, afterwards."
"Les hommes ignorent plus ou moins, et c'est ce qu'on appelle vertu ou vice, le vice le plus désesperant étant celui de l'ignorance, qui croit tout savoir et qui s'autorise alors a tuer"
"Yes, that's so', said Sam. 'And we shouldn't be here at all, if we'd known more about it before we started. But I suppose it's often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because thay wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of sport, as you might say. But that's not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually - their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. And if they had, we shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on - and not all to good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same - like old Mr. Bilbo. But those aren't always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we've been fallen into..."
"Le mal qui est dans le monde vient presque toujours de l'ignorance, et la bonne volonté peut faire autant de dégâts que la méchanceté, si elle n'est pas éclaire"
" Em sona haver sentit dir alguna vegada que França era el país dels tornassols. Potser la meva memòria m'enganyi però, des del tren, és freqüent veure vastos camps d'aquestes flors que miren tothora cap al sol sense por de cremar-se les retines. Avui 27-07-2001 la son ens guanya car je hem deixat enrera un camí considerable: Barcelona, Narbona, Toulouse, Cahors, Brive, Périgueux, Bordeaux, Poitiers (i Futuroscope) i La Rochelle.
Ara el tren ens porta a Tours, següent escala d'aquest recorregut per un país ple d'història i guarnit amb una excel·lent gastronomia.
Ja fa, doncs, 5 dies que varem iniciar el viatge i l'esgotament ja es fa palés en el nostre estat d'ànim i en el nostre ritme de caminar. També proliferen les discusions.
Tot i així em satisfà molt endinsar-me en aquest país i en la seva història tot trepitjant i inmortalitzant amb la meva càmara vestigis romans, castells i carrers medievals, esglésies i catedrals gòtiques i romàniques (algunes d'elles pas obligat de la ruta de Sant Jaume).
He remarcat així mateix que la fama de l'antipatia francesa es redueix als gran nuclis urbans ja que als petits indrets et desborden amb altruisme i simpatia.
(... inacabat).
"Sovint les teves paraules són la millor companyia i se les converteixes en lletres també et faran companyia a tu.
Entre els colors d'aquestes pàgines s'hi perd la realitat que ens envolta."
El Principio de la Caca Boomerang (o Propiedad Boomerang de la Caca).
No importa cuan grande sea una caca (marrón laboral). No importa lo mal que huela o lo pastosa que sea. Por muy lejos que la lances, siempre acaba volviendo.
Siguiendo estos pasos no es posible equivocarse...otra cosa es que no acertéis
"Les coses que anomenem sobrenaturals no són sinó coses naturals les lleis de les quals encara no hem entès".
