Mar Rodriguez

Will your system be all right
when you dream of home tonight
there is no message we’re receiving
let me know is your heart still beating

Are we human or are we dancer
my sign is vital, my hands are cold
and I´m on my knees
looking for the answer

Heard this morning for the first time. Song from The Killers.

The train to Madrid takes six hours to get there and I cannot sleep. I ve been reading a book which deeply impressed me. His author, Paolo Giordano an Italian, 26 years, studied Theoretical Physics. “The Solitude of Prime Numbers” is his first novel.

Quote from the book in spanish:

“Son números solitarios y sospechosos. Ciertos números primos son más especiales que el resto, y a los que los matemáticos llaman primos gemelos: son parejas de primos casi sucesivos, ya que entre ellos siempre hay un número par que les impide estar realmente unidos, como el 11 y el 13, el 17 y el 19, el 41 y el 43. Si se tiene paciencia y se sigue contando, se descubre que dichas parejas aparecen cada vez con menos frecuencia. Son números primos aislados, como perdidos y aislados en ese espacio silencioso y rítmico hecho de cifras.”

“When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Windmill

looking through the train’s window, I suddenly understood why Don Quijote took the windmills for giants