When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden
Quizá yo he creado las estrellas y el Sol y la enorme casa, pero ya no me acuerdo.
viernes, 12 de agosto de 2011
Profeta
miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2011
lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011
Which way I ought to go from here?
"The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good- natured, she thought: still it had VERY long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.
`Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
- That depends a good deal on where you want to get to. - said the Cat.
- I don't much care where - said Alice.
- Then it doesn't matter which way you go - said the Cat.
- so long as I get SOMEWHERE! -' Alice added as an explanation.
- Oh, you're sure to do that -said the Cat - If you only walk long enough."
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
domingo, 7 de agosto de 2011
My reason, the physician to my love
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Reminder to self
"A man has to ask himself two questions-- First. Where am I going? Second. Who will go with me? If you ever get the questions in the wrong order you are in big trouble." - Sam Keen
sábado, 6 de agosto de 2011
Parece tan facil...
NORMA: Yo te quiero. Yo te cuido.
RAFAEL: Perdoname mama.
***
"...yo quiero vivir toda una vida con vos. llena de problemas, los tuyos y los míos. porque eso son problemas, eso son. y el que no tiene esos problemas, bueno, ese es el problema más grande que puede tener. y aunque no sea Bill Gates, Einstein o Dick Watson, yo quiero vivir toda mi vida con vos, este, llena de problemas. y te voy a cuidar y te voy a… por más problemas que tenga… que tengamos, que tengamos y… no sé que más decirte. decime algo vos, por favor."
***
NINO: ¿A donde querés que vayamos de Luna de miel?
NORMA: ¿Y a donde vamos a ir? A la mierda…
NINO: No dije, sos siempre la misma… pero a mi no me engañás. Yo se que vos te estas haciendo la burra. Y que en el fondo sos la misma Norma de siempre. Pero de mi no te librás… porque yo voy a estar siempre a tu lado… siempre…
NORMA: Qué pesado.
***
“Es como verlo bailar a Fred Astaire, parece tan fácil…"
viernes, 5 de agosto de 2011
The ultimate improvement
Constantly improve yourself. Get rid of this idea that you are going to arrive somewhere and that once you're there you're done, you've achieved it, you are the perfect person and the rest of your life is going to be perfect because you have nothing left to improve. Forget it. That is not going to happen. That point is called death. The ultimate improvement, is death.
Painful realizations
"When men who have spent their formative years in extroverted action first turn toward the unknown country of the soul, they soon reach a desert -- the vast nothingness. Before rebirth comes the painful awareness that we have long been dead. Before feeling comes the dreadful knowledge that we have been anesthetized and are numb." - Sam Keen
jueves, 4 de agosto de 2011
Make some tea, buster
ALICE: You did love me?
DAN: I'll always love you. I hate hurting you.
ALICE: Why are you?
DAN: Because I'm selfish. And I think I'll be happier with her.
ALICE: You won't. You'll miss me. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?
ALICE: I'm the one who leaves. I'm supposed to leave you. I'm the one who leaves.
miércoles, 3 de agosto de 2011
Yo también me quiero ir un poco a la mierda
"...me enamoré, no se porqué... es más... dejé de hacer terapia porque sabía que en menos de un año te iba a dejar de querer..."
***
"...there's no point in being nuts if you can't have a little fun."
lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011
Pichiruchi
"She always says that I tell her cheap, sentimental things that nobody really ever says... but I think deep down inside she really likes it."
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