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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

Coquetry

A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Para que no se repita

Oh here she comes, it’s “miss too good for everyone”,
Hot since the seventh grade, mean as a snake in a knot
Not just some pretty girl, she’s “muy en fuego”
she knows it, she ought to, she’s told at least ten times a day
But let’s look inside nothing but poison air
Blackened heart barely beats blue blood throughout her facade
Thinks she owns the world, treats people badly, someone should take a stand,
Someone should tell her she’s awful
But not me… not me…
Cause I think that I might have a chance.

Cap ou pas cap?

"The rules of the game hadn't changed. What was called teasing as kids might now be called perversion. Do you know what perversion is? It’s a matter of taste, like Chinese food. You like it, or you don’t. Only if you're chinese, you have no choice."

"...there's one game you must never play. And I mean never!"

Look, it's easy. Just don't be a pussy

WILL: What do I wanna way outta here for? I'm gonna live here the rest of my fuckin' life. We'll be neighbors, have little kids, take 'em to Little League up at Foley Field.

CHUCKIE: Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way but, in 20 years if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house, watchin' the Patriots games, workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill ya. That's not a threat, that's a fact, I'll fuckin' kill ya.

WILL: What the fuck you talkin' about?

CHUCKIE: You got somethin' none of us have...

WILL: Oh, come on! What? Why is it always this? I mean, I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this or that. What if I don't want to?

CHUCKIE: No. No, no no no. Fuck you, you don't owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me. Cuz tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50, and I'll still be doin' this shit. And that's all right. That's fine. I mean, you're sittin' on a winnin' lottery ticket. And you're too much of a pussy to cash it in, and that's bullshit. 'Cause I'd do fuckin' anything to have what you got. So would any of these fuckin' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in 20 years. Hangin' around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.

Profeta

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

"Hablar contigo me ordena"

Soñar contigo me desordena

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

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.

-Sonnet 147

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

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.

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“Es como verlo bailar a Fred Astaire, parece tan fácil…"

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

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.