Yet another one

Seriouslly. I don't consider myself romantic at all. But I don't know why I enjoy these videos so much. It's like a guilty pleasure.

and wishful thinking too

Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence.

Would you like to have dinner?... Just friends.

SALLY.- We are just going to be friends, OK?

HARRY.- Great, friends. It's the best thing...You realize, of course, that we can never be friends.

SALLY.- Why not?

HARRY.- What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape, or form - is that men and women can't be friends, because the sex part always gets in the way.

SALLY.- That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.

HARRY.- No, you don't.

SALLY.- Yes, I do.

HARRY.- No, you don't.

SALLY.- Yes, I do.

HARRY.- You only think you do.

SALLY.- You're saying I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?

HARRY.- No, what I'm saying is they all want to have sex with you.

SALLY.- They do not.

HARRY.- Do too.

SALLY.- They do not.

HARRY.- Do too.

SALLY.- How do you know?

HARRY.- Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.

SALLY.- So you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive. HARRY.- No, you pretty much want to nail them, too.

SALLY.- What if they don't want to have sex with you?

HARRY.- Doesn't matter, because the sex thing is already out there, so the friendship is ultimately doomed, and that is the end of the story.

Yo soy el capitán de mi existencia

Fuera de la noche que me cubre,
Negro como el abismo de polo a polo,
Agradezco a los dioses cualesquiera que sean
Por mi alma invicta.

Caído en las garras de la circunstancia
No he hecho una mueca, ni he gritado en voz alta.
Bajo los golpes del destino
Mi cabeza está ensangrentada, pero erguida.

Más allá de este lugar de cólera y lágrimas
Telares, pero no el horror de la sombra,
Y sin embargo, la amenaza de los años
Busca, y así me encontrará, sin miedo.

No importa cuán estrecho sea el camino,
Cuán cargada de castigo la sentencia.
Yo soy el amo de mi destino:
Yo soy el capitán de mi existencia.

Invictus

Don't patronize

Morning will come,
And I'll do what's right;
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.

Você sabe explicar

Você sabe entender tudo bem

Você está
Você é
Você faz
Você quer
Você tem...

What do I get from these amazing stories?

To reassure myself that is not worth settling for less.

It's not worth settling for less.

Nothing less.

Things I love about you

1) You're very into music
2) You're a nice dancer and love doing it
3) You're passionate about whatever you do
4) You love to entertain
5) You're cute
6) You're hot

In THAT order.

No, I'm not kiddin' you, Will...

That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick. And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don't regret missin' the damn game. That's regret.

Alguien alguna vez me dijo

...que la dinámica era muy común. Una persona le habla a la otra todos los días, webadas no importa, casi al punto de j.... siempre de manera amena y cague de risa, plus gileo e intención (de)clara(da). Luego de un tiempo, de un día para otro se borra sin mayor explicación. La otra persona empieza a preguntarse, ¿porqué no llama/escribe/jode? ¿dónde esta? ¿qué esta haciendo? ¿con quién? cuando toma conciencia de la ausencia es porque generalmente esa persona ya se fregó. Ya se la hicieron.

Somos animales de costumbres. Sufrimos de aversión a la pérdida. Valoramos más lo que es escaso, lo que tuvimos y perdímos, lo que no podemos tener.

I found a new place here

I’m coming down fast

Ya no me asomo a la reja

Como moro soy más moro.
Como cristiano, cristiano.
Como bueno soy más bueno.
Como malo soy más malo,
soy más malo que el veneno.

Después de haberme llevado
toda la noche de jarana,
después de haberme llevado,
me vengo a purificar
debajo de tu ventana
como si fuera un altar.

De oro barcelonés
un anillo te prometo,
de oro barcelonés,
si dices por la mañana
ese que canta quién es,
por la noche en tu ventana.

Ya no me asomo a la reja
que me solía asomar,
ya no me asomo a la reja,
que me asomo a la ventana
que hay en la soledad.

lalalala

I know you're good, I know you're good, I know you're real good!

The Fixer

When somethings dark, let me shed a little light on it
If somethings cold, I wanna put a little fire on it
If somethings old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it
If somethings gone, I wanna fight to get it back again