That is the question... To die.. To keep... To go on… To resist... To let…. To allow... To love... To hate... To forgive... forget... To die... A veces, no encontramos las palabras necesarias para expresar lo que sentimos
viernes, 18 de septiembre de 2009
Perder
En cualquier momento hay que saber perderlo todo a fin de ganarlo todo, dejar caer el pasado como un cuerpo muerto y renacer a una más grande plenitud.
lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2009
Moments
It is always surprising how small a part of life is taken up by meaningful moments. Most often they are over before they start although they cast a light on the future and make the person who originated them unforgettable....
Anna and the King
Anna and the King
domingo, 13 de septiembre de 2009
domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009
The Negro Speaks of River...
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans,
and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
Langston Hughes
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans,
and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
Langston Hughes
domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009
From childhood's hour
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe
sábado, 15 de agosto de 2009
Someone
Someone to hold me tight,that would be very nice,
Someone to love me right,that would be very nice.
Someone to understand each little dream in me,
Someone to take my hand,to be a team with me.
So nice,life would be so nice if one day i`d find
Someone who would take my hand and samba through life with me.
Someone to cling with me,stay with me right or wrong,
Someone to sing with me some little samba song.
Someone to take my heart,then give this heart to me,
Someone who`s ready to give love a start with me.
Oh yes,that would be so nice.
Should it be you and me,i could see it would be nice.
Bebel Gilberto
Someone to love me right,that would be very nice.
Someone to understand each little dream in me,
Someone to take my hand,to be a team with me.
So nice,life would be so nice if one day i`d find
Someone who would take my hand and samba through life with me.
Someone to cling with me,stay with me right or wrong,
Someone to sing with me some little samba song.
Someone to take my heart,then give this heart to me,
Someone who`s ready to give love a start with me.
Oh yes,that would be so nice.
Should it be you and me,i could see it would be nice.
Bebel Gilberto
lunes, 10 de agosto de 2009
People Types
There are three types of people in the world... the ones who keeps you alive... the ones who would otherwise cause you to die... and the ones who manage to do both at the same time....
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