psalm

"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything; tell God your needs and don't forget to thank him for his answers. If you do this you will experience God's peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will keep your thoughts and your hearts quiet." Phillipians 4:6-7






PS. me voy de holidays!

Mexicali

Please stay a child
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Mortal y rosa

» Hay que cuidarse el pelo. Todo yo me convierto en un guardapelo, en un guardabosques del bosque raleado de mi pelo. Pero el pelo se irá y tendré que convivir con un calvo desconocido, silencioso y feo.

¿Cómo he llegado a tener esta cara? Veo un niño rubio y ceñudo, en la litografía amarillenta del pasado. Veo un colegial de rostro blanco y como plano, en aquella foto escolar - postguerra, frío, escuela pobre, niños tatuados por el salvajismo de la miseria, la bola del mundo, el patio desconchado -, veo un adolescente presuntuoso, de pelo alto y ojos tristes. Ahora, el pelo que huye, la mirada rota, la nariz que se va redondeando y alargando al mismo tiempo, en la prematura avaricia de la muerte, la boca amarga, el rostro pentagonal, la sombra de la barba, los pómulos, todavía altos.

Es como si la vida hubiese querido tener primero un niño chino, y luego un adolescente pálido, y después cambiando de idea, un hombre miope, amargado y duro, porque hay una mano de sombra que va remodelando mi cara, moldeando mi expresión, haciendo y borrando bocetos sucesivos del que fuí, del que soy, del que seré. «

Francisco Umbral, Mortal y rosa

Heartbreak Hotel

- "Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, but I'm still waiting..."

A punto

Estoy siempre a punto.

Nunca disparo.
Sólo apunto.





Escuxando: Siento... / Zenit

unsent

Dear L., we learned so much. I realize we won't be able to talk for some time, and I understand that as I do you. The long distance thing was the hardest, and we did as well as we could.We were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives. I will always have your back and be curious about you, about your career, your whereabouts.

xxx

Cyber-love

¿Que hacen los amantes virtuales cuando el romance termina?
¿Se devuelven los e-mails?

summer '97

En bikini, cuerpo entero
la foto es de hace diez años,
cuando se la prometí, sonrió.

— la luz de mil pajas brilla en tus ojos.
— tú eres la poesía.





Escuxando: Hush / LL Cool J feat. 7 Aurelius

cUPido

please be gentle, i'm still learning...

SMS

AmaneceráCuando1LagrimaTeñidaDelAzulDeTusOjos

ResbaleXTusMejillasRescatandoXaElMundo

AlgoDeLaEmociónQSientes

CuandoMeEscuxasDecirtTQ

Escuxando: No tomorrow / Orson

M.atthew G.ray G.ubler

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..:::: Matthew Gray Gubler :::::..

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gasolina
ardiendo
en
el
corazón

¿No te dije que volaba?

Mañana...

It's not time to make a change

Just relax, take it easy

You're still young, that's your fault

There's so much you have to know

Find a girl, settle down

If you want, you can marry

Look at me, I am old

But I'm happy

I was once like you are now

And I know that it's not easy

To be calm, when you've found

Something going on

Take your time, think a lot

Think of everthing you've got

For you will still be here tomorrow

But your dreams may not...

How can I try to explain?

When I do, he turns away again

And it's always been the same

Same old story

From the moment I could talk

I was old enough to listen

Now there's a way, and I know

That I have to go away

I know, I have to go...

It's not time to make a change

Just sit down and take it slowly

You're still young, that's your fault

There's so much you have to go through

Find a girl, settle down

If you want, you can marry

Look at me, I am old

But I'm happy

All the times, that I've cried

Keeping all the things I knew inside

And it's hard

But it's harder to ignore it

If they were right, I'd agree

But it's them they know, not me

Now there's a way

And I know that I have to go away

I know, I have to go.

{ ¿en qué momento dejamos de ser pequeños? }

Xinjing

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» Un hilo rojo, invisible, conecta a aquellos que están destinados a encontrarse, a pesar del tiempo, del lugar, de las circunstancias. El hilo puede enredarse o tensarse, pero nunca puede rom-per-se. «

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