lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Rudyard Kipling

miércoles, 27 de julio de 2011


Too many times I have wondered what all trying is for

And too many times I have wanted to turn around and walk away

But all I want is what you got

I wanna stay, I wanna stay, I wanna stay, but I know I'm gonna lose myself this way

But do you know, it doesn't change, the way I feel about you at the end of the day.

miércoles, 6 de julio de 2011


"Lo malo era que en el fondo él estaba bastante contento de sentirse así, de no haber vuelto, de estar siempre de ida aunque no supiera adónde."

jueves, 17 de marzo de 2011


Con tu energía...

...puedes hacerme sentir tan libre.

sábado, 26 de febrero de 2011

¡Los Prohibidos!

Como un flash eléctrico.

jueves, 17 de febrero de 2011

No sé en qué día vivo, ni a qué hora amanece.
Aún no me he acostado y falta sólo una hora para levantarme.

viernes, 11 de febrero de 2011



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