Friday, November 17, 2006

WEBQUEST

Tuesday, November 14, 2006





Alla va un poema de John Keats, ya que lo preferimos al maldito tío Walt.


Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Through its tall woods with high romances blent:
Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
And half forget what world or worldling meant.
Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters;
Enough their simple loveliness for me,
Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging:
Yet do I often warmly burn to see
Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing,
And float with them about the summer waters.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Eppur si muove

La leyenda cuenta que Galileo Galilei murmuró el Eppur si muove o E pur si muove, que se traduce como "Y sin embargo se mueve", tras abjurar de la visión heliocéntrica del mundo ante el tribumal de la Santa Inquisición. Desde un punto de vista simbólico, sintetiza la tozudez de la evidencia científica frente a la censura de la fe, la quintaesencia de la rebeldía del científico ante las convenciones de la autoridad