You know how you say something over and over and the words start to sound weird. Going to be just fine, just fine, just fine, just fine.Holly Flax, The Office
Hoy, 31 de Enero 2011
CREATE, MOVE, IGNITE + ReTHINK…
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jueves, 31 de marzo de 2011
C´e bien
miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011
Dormiré porque quiero, pondré en alto todo, y viviré eternamente en tus sueños.
If this is a dream
and we love only in sleep,
I will not wake up.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
martes, 29 de marzo de 2011
Chiave...vetato chiave
-Some locks are not meant to be open.-
Tu baúl emocional guarda tres pisos atiborrados de explosiones
Pon el cerrojo con llave y asegura de hacerlo bien
No lo abras, no lo mires, y olvida lo que has guardado en el
Hoy has decidido hacerte el valiente y girar la traba
Haz dejado salir todo de un soplón y de soplo me ha llegado a mí…
¿Por qué? ¿Por qué ahora?
Me has dejado tambaleante
Mis ojos se intentan derretir y llueve en mis mejillas
No sé qué malas trae ni que buenas lleva
Mi baúl emocional brilla a la distancia
El cerrojo me ha guiñado
Queda el ático… queda aún el ático.
La encrucijada muestra su cara
Enigma y paradoja atónita
Sombra gris, sombra negra
La pared
Guardar tus explosiones
Sepultar un desierto robado
Mi ático emocional
Dos trancas y un perno
Nada que abatir
La espada espera
Afilada y hambrienta
Valor desea y corage refleja
Siempre dispuesta
Cargar la batalla
Lidiar las heridas.
Siamo tutti supereroi
Dreams, kisses and sunshine
Scatter the joy
Even if your back´s in pain
Over all the weight your shoulders hold
Dreams, kisses and sunshine
Scatter the joy...
Scatter the joy
Even if your back´s in pain
Over all the weight your shoulders hold
Dreams, kisses and sunshine
Scatter the joy...
Las afueras del Cielo
-As much as I believe, the sky is the far away land of heaven.
The sky is everywhere, but that doesn´t make everywhere into heaven.-
Hey Mr. Arm-steel: How's "this" for muchness?
Stupidity may never be madness at all.
Alice can walk through Wonderland and unchain the secret of secrets.
While for the rest, stupidity still be waiting on the hangover reality.
There are times I believe I am Alice in Wonderland, I used to be much more..."muchier." I've lost my muchness. Why is it I am always too small or too tall? Sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Just with a though, only If you believe it is, and the impossible has gone to the possible! Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so. I am entirely bunkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are…
And then as much as that I say: “I make the path” not the way around….
domingo, 27 de marzo de 2011
We've come in peace
Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.Voltaire
energy
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I wanna believe on reincarnation
Where all matter is left behind
Souls and spirits running free
Immortals thousand years old
Still, reborn and crawl ahead
Making all the way, and once again
Endless life beyond what meets the eye…
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I wanna believe on reincarnation
Where all matter is left behind
Souls and spirits running free
Immortals thousand years old
Still, reborn and crawl ahead
Making all the way, and once again
Endless life beyond what meets the eye…
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sábado, 26 de marzo de 2011
viernes, 25 de marzo de 2011
Magic momentum
We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami
Morire per VIVERE...
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."The Bell Jar --Sylvia Plath
jueves, 24 de marzo de 2011
lunes, 21 de marzo de 2011
Farytale dreams
There was a dream, the dream of l'indépendance et du glamour : Sans liens et riche de la jeunesse.
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