GANAR.
La lucha por la vida no la gana
Siempre el más fuerte ni el más rápido,
Pero, tarde o temprano, ¡el que gana
Es el hombre que piensa
QUE ES CAPAZ DE GANAR!
Si crees que estás vencido, lo estás.
Si crees que no te atreves, no te atreves.
Si te gusta vencer pero crees que no puedes
Es casí seguro que no vencerás.
Si crees que perderás, estás perdido.
Pues en el mundo nos encontramos
Que el éxito EMPIEZA por la VOLUNTAD de uno.
Es todo cuestión del estado ánimo.
Si crees que te superan, te superan.
Tienes que tener pensamientos elevados para subir.
Tienes que estar seguro de ti mismo
Para poder ganar un premio.
La lucha por la vida no la gana
Siempre el más fuerte ni el más rápido,
Pero, tarde o temprano, ¡el que gana
Es el hombre que piensa
QUE ES CAPAZ DE GANAR!
From a oriental compilation of poems.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The water of your silences
Are you going to bet on the failure?
Are you going to kiss the water?
Are you going to abandon the wind?
Are you going to embrace the dew?
What are you gonna do?
Are you a shadow or a flower?
Are you an anecdote or a verse?
Are you a sigh or a fake hallucination?
Deaf ears... tasteless days... flavorless dreams...
Nobody said it was going to be ideal...
But it is the music of your regrets what ruins the greatness of your freed roses...
Play with the lonesome because you will find the one that you are...
The expectations are the bravest defeats... You could have been more than that... more that that melody... more than a random smile...
Don't sleep... Don't take the silence for granted... don't keep her naiveness at bay...
Simply, be... simply act... simply strive... simply don't surrender... never retreat... simply listen... can not you heart it? It is for you... for you... listen...
Are you going to kiss the water?
Are you going to abandon the wind?
Are you going to embrace the dew?
What are you gonna do?
Are you a shadow or a flower?
Are you an anecdote or a verse?
Are you a sigh or a fake hallucination?
Deaf ears... tasteless days... flavorless dreams...
Nobody said it was going to be ideal...
But it is the music of your regrets what ruins the greatness of your freed roses...
Play with the lonesome because you will find the one that you are...
The expectations are the bravest defeats... You could have been more than that... more that that melody... more than a random smile...
Don't sleep... Don't take the silence for granted... don't keep her naiveness at bay...
Simply, be... simply act... simply strive... simply don't surrender... never retreat... simply listen... can not you heart it? It is for you... for you... listen...
Saturday, October 18, 2008
One tree Hill. S06E7. Quotes
Episode Title: You have dug your own grave, now lie in it
Voiceover by Lucas, Nathan, Dan, Brooke.
They say we leave this world just the way we came into it ---- naked and alone.
So, if we do leave with nothing, What then, is a measure of a life ? Is it defined by the people we choose to love ?
Or is life simply measured by our accomplishments ?
And what if we fail ? or are never truly loved ? What then ? Can we ever measure up ?
Or will the quiet desperation of a life gone wanting, Drive us mad ?
______________________________________________
Brooke: I caught a young girl shoplifting the other day. I was pretty hard on her.
Psy: Did you feel threatened by her ?
Brooke: No, I actually felt myself feeling jealous. I realize I let company matter too much. You know, we spend all this time building something up, And then we don't enjoy it. We just sit there, terrified that someone is gonna take it away from us. And there was this girl, and she didn't answer to anything or anyone. And that made me jealous.
Psy: What are yoou going to do about that, with regards to your company ?
Brooke: Well, it doesn't matter, I don't have to worry about clother over bros anymore.
Psy: And why is that ?
Brooke: I gave it all away. I signed the company over to victoria. Do you think that I was foolish to give my company to my mother ?
Psy: Do you think you were foolish ?
Brooke: Do you always answer a question with another question ?
Psy: Does it bother you ? ............................... In my humble opinion, it was never going to be your company, as long as she was part of it.
Brooke: After I did it I felt great. At first, I felt liberated, but now I just feel kind of empty. Everything that I worked for is gone. I just have this store. And even that's empty now.
Psy: That freedom you were jealous of can be scary sometimes. Have you talked to anyone else about it ?
Brooke: No. .......................... I saw my best friend today, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her.
Psy: Why do you think that was ?
Brooke: I don't know. I feel a little.......... A little bit like I failed. You know ? I am watching all my friends move on with their lives, Haley and her family, and millicent is moving to be with mouth, and Peyton with Lucas and they are all moving forward. And its like I am stuck here, standing still, and ......
Psy: Brooke, you're 22 yers old and the founder of a multi million dollar corporation. I'd hardly call that standing still.
Brooke: But its gone.
Psy: You will do something else. You are intelligent, you are creative. You will figure it out. But that's not the real question.
Brooke: then what is ?
Psy: All you have talked about is your work, brooke. But when you mention your friends being happy, you define happiness strictly in terms of relationship and family. The question is, Why are you so insistent on going through life alone ?
_____________________________________________________
Lucas: I never meant to hurt you. Not then and not now.
Lindsey: I know. the thing is, I saw it coming all along. I just tried to wish it away. It wasn't fair to me or to you.
Lucas: Well, I should go, I'm gonna miss my flight.
Lindsey: Okay. You forgot something (hands the novel Comet to Lucas). You know the first time we met right here. I told you I was pulling for the couple in the book. Goodbye Lucas.
Voiceover by Lucas, Nathan, Dan, Brooke.
They say we leave this world just the way we came into it ---- naked and alone.
So, if we do leave with nothing, What then, is a measure of a life ? Is it defined by the people we choose to love ?
Or is life simply measured by our accomplishments ?
And what if we fail ? or are never truly loved ? What then ? Can we ever measure up ?
Or will the quiet desperation of a life gone wanting, Drive us mad ?
______________________________________________
Brooke: I caught a young girl shoplifting the other day. I was pretty hard on her.
Psy: Did you feel threatened by her ?
Brooke: No, I actually felt myself feeling jealous. I realize I let company matter too much. You know, we spend all this time building something up, And then we don't enjoy it. We just sit there, terrified that someone is gonna take it away from us. And there was this girl, and she didn't answer to anything or anyone. And that made me jealous.
Psy: What are yoou going to do about that, with regards to your company ?
Brooke: Well, it doesn't matter, I don't have to worry about clother over bros anymore.
Psy: And why is that ?
Brooke: I gave it all away. I signed the company over to victoria. Do you think that I was foolish to give my company to my mother ?
Psy: Do you think you were foolish ?
Brooke: Do you always answer a question with another question ?
Psy: Does it bother you ? ............................... In my humble opinion, it was never going to be your company, as long as she was part of it.
Brooke: After I did it I felt great. At first, I felt liberated, but now I just feel kind of empty. Everything that I worked for is gone. I just have this store. And even that's empty now.
Psy: That freedom you were jealous of can be scary sometimes. Have you talked to anyone else about it ?
Brooke: No. .......................... I saw my best friend today, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her.
Psy: Why do you think that was ?
Brooke: I don't know. I feel a little.......... A little bit like I failed. You know ? I am watching all my friends move on with their lives, Haley and her family, and millicent is moving to be with mouth, and Peyton with Lucas and they are all moving forward. And its like I am stuck here, standing still, and ......
Psy: Brooke, you're 22 yers old and the founder of a multi million dollar corporation. I'd hardly call that standing still.
Brooke: But its gone.
Psy: You will do something else. You are intelligent, you are creative. You will figure it out. But that's not the real question.
Brooke: then what is ?
Psy: All you have talked about is your work, brooke. But when you mention your friends being happy, you define happiness strictly in terms of relationship and family. The question is, Why are you so insistent on going through life alone ?
_____________________________________________________
Lucas: I never meant to hurt you. Not then and not now.
Lindsey: I know. the thing is, I saw it coming all along. I just tried to wish it away. It wasn't fair to me or to you.
Lucas: Well, I should go, I'm gonna miss my flight.
Lindsey: Okay. You forgot something (hands the novel Comet to Lucas). You know the first time we met right here. I told you I was pulling for the couple in the book. Goodbye Lucas.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Los latidos del camino. Gabriel Puyo
Y como el buscador de tesoros que descreyó hace infinitas vidas en aquello que todavía seguía buscando, sintióse...
No era el aroma gastado de unos adioses caducos... ni siquiera la pertinaz constancia de una lluvia traidora por previsible y hermosa por melancólica... Quizás fueran los hálitos de todos cuantos un día habían estado allí... en ese mismo lugar... con los mismos anhelos, o parecidos... con semejantes ensoñaciones o totalmente divergentes... o acaso sintiéndose tan ajenos y extraños en el centro mismo de un mundo que no paraba de girar... para todas las direcciones... hacia todas partes y hacia ninguna...
O a lo mejor era el sabor rancio de un viento que traía consigo vísperas magnánimas o desenlaces fatales... rosas de Esperanza o quimeras ajadas... ecos embriagadores y también marejadas de decadencia...
Quedosé parado... como esperando el desenlace de una historia demorada tantas veces sin razón aparente... aguardando que algo se activara en su interior... como si de apretar un botón se tratase... Esperó... y esperó... pero nadie activó ese mecanismo que él sabía salvador...
En cambio, descifró un suave sonido, cálido y embriagador. Le resultaba familiar ciertamente. Sabía a pasado pero también a presente y a futuro. Era como la caricia traída por los vientos de la nostalgia que te abrazan y consuelan, te ofrecen todo a cambio de nada y te muestran tu reflejo en las aguas de la renuncia... todo a un mismo tiempo...
Un sonido que era sinfonía... o más bien harmonía... entregado por los dioses como recompensa por tantas vidas sin haber sido encontrado...
Y comprendió... todas sus preguntas se convirtieron en respuestas... todas sus dudas volvieronse evidencias... ese sonido era... el latido de su corazón... el maravilloso compás de un ritmo divino... la constatación de la magia de la vida...
¡Sí, estaba vivo! El Universo entero bailaba con él, tendiéndole la mano, ofreciéndole la utopía y por qué no, también la Eternidad.
Estaba vivo y por fin las brumas dejaban paso a un extraordinario sol, a unos Horizontes teñidos de amor y compasión.
Estaba vivo y su corazón latía... latía y latía creando una melodía que, -de eso estaba completamente seguro, ya nunca le iba a abandonar.
Nunca más dejaría de escuchar ese regalo, en la forma de los cantos de un pájaro, de la humildad de la brisa o del haliento de un ocaso...
Estaba de camino, por fin... al fin... el camino que siempre estuvo allí... esperando... susurrando... el camino... el camino... ¿Acaso existe algo más extraordinario? Se preguntó.
No era el aroma gastado de unos adioses caducos... ni siquiera la pertinaz constancia de una lluvia traidora por previsible y hermosa por melancólica... Quizás fueran los hálitos de todos cuantos un día habían estado allí... en ese mismo lugar... con los mismos anhelos, o parecidos... con semejantes ensoñaciones o totalmente divergentes... o acaso sintiéndose tan ajenos y extraños en el centro mismo de un mundo que no paraba de girar... para todas las direcciones... hacia todas partes y hacia ninguna...
O a lo mejor era el sabor rancio de un viento que traía consigo vísperas magnánimas o desenlaces fatales... rosas de Esperanza o quimeras ajadas... ecos embriagadores y también marejadas de decadencia...
Quedosé parado... como esperando el desenlace de una historia demorada tantas veces sin razón aparente... aguardando que algo se activara en su interior... como si de apretar un botón se tratase... Esperó... y esperó... pero nadie activó ese mecanismo que él sabía salvador...
En cambio, descifró un suave sonido, cálido y embriagador. Le resultaba familiar ciertamente. Sabía a pasado pero también a presente y a futuro. Era como la caricia traída por los vientos de la nostalgia que te abrazan y consuelan, te ofrecen todo a cambio de nada y te muestran tu reflejo en las aguas de la renuncia... todo a un mismo tiempo...
Un sonido que era sinfonía... o más bien harmonía... entregado por los dioses como recompensa por tantas vidas sin haber sido encontrado...
Y comprendió... todas sus preguntas se convirtieron en respuestas... todas sus dudas volvieronse evidencias... ese sonido era... el latido de su corazón... el maravilloso compás de un ritmo divino... la constatación de la magia de la vida...
¡Sí, estaba vivo! El Universo entero bailaba con él, tendiéndole la mano, ofreciéndole la utopía y por qué no, también la Eternidad.
Estaba vivo y por fin las brumas dejaban paso a un extraordinario sol, a unos Horizontes teñidos de amor y compasión.
Estaba vivo y su corazón latía... latía y latía creando una melodía que, -de eso estaba completamente seguro, ya nunca le iba a abandonar.
Nunca más dejaría de escuchar ese regalo, en la forma de los cantos de un pájaro, de la humildad de la brisa o del haliento de un ocaso...
Estaba de camino, por fin... al fin... el camino que siempre estuvo allí... esperando... susurrando... el camino... el camino... ¿Acaso existe algo más extraordinario? Se preguntó.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Diamonds
And... the car stopped... with all the Universe around at the same time... and within... so lonesome... so desperate... a simple person... in the form of thousands of lives fused just in one...
And he felt the tender caress of the skies as a gray mantle that continued to cry slow and quietly.
Stiffened by the rotten bravery that used to be their lighthouse many lives ago he understood at last the price of his solitude... his compromise with the ecstasy of his search...
Because beyond all the hesitations, far away from the present eras, sooner rather than later, the accessory lapse of eternal certainties will fade away letting the sunshine sparkle...
One way or another... the fountain of his tribulations floods the barren fears that try to impose their fake reign.
Like a surgeon searching for the tumor in a last minute operation you find yourself... lost there, faithful and alone, convinced on the fact that the choice has been the right one... despite everything... everything...
And there you go... once more... with your eyes tires but with you soul eager to keep going... with a lack of physical strengh but with all the harmony from above...
with a perennial starvation but with the more than enough nourishment of his longings...
The music sounds.... the road is ready... the battled settled...
And you just go for it... letting be found... finding what it is trying to meet you...
Two sides from the same diamond...
And he felt the tender caress of the skies as a gray mantle that continued to cry slow and quietly.
Stiffened by the rotten bravery that used to be their lighthouse many lives ago he understood at last the price of his solitude... his compromise with the ecstasy of his search...
Because beyond all the hesitations, far away from the present eras, sooner rather than later, the accessory lapse of eternal certainties will fade away letting the sunshine sparkle...
One way or another... the fountain of his tribulations floods the barren fears that try to impose their fake reign.
Like a surgeon searching for the tumor in a last minute operation you find yourself... lost there, faithful and alone, convinced on the fact that the choice has been the right one... despite everything... everything...
And there you go... once more... with your eyes tires but with you soul eager to keep going... with a lack of physical strengh but with all the harmony from above...
with a perennial starvation but with the more than enough nourishment of his longings...
The music sounds.... the road is ready... the battled settled...
And you just go for it... letting be found... finding what it is trying to meet you...
Two sides from the same diamond...
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Ceaselessly
There you are... And it is only the beginning of the holocaust. Freezing like the tramp without any clothes, you go to the end of the precipice... with your light baggage, with the random smile from someone who bet on the wrong horse.
Clouds of hesitation invade the light of a tumultuous crowd without any passion. What is the point of all of it? What is the sense of this odd succession of hopeless laughters?
Your look is sad like the kid who awaits the arrival of the father that never had and realizes at every second that dreams never come true.
It is not the surface. It never was. It is just the whirlwind of some believers over the moon.
It is just that song. It is just the taste of that flavorless poison. I will be watching you. I will be waiting for you. I will be there... close to the horizon... dancing with the wind... in ecstasy... probably tented by one thousands armies of mermaids... and probably been defeated... over and over again... to raise from the ashes of someone who found the way by going nowhere, everywhere...
A murmur... a silent utterance... a prohibited recognition... a debt to the angels... a tragedy at last overcome. Just some words that change the world... your world... everyone's world: "I will find you".
The magical sentence was said... the lights over the darkness will reign forever. When the snow lasts to come, the only thing we all have to do is to believe. Do you see? It is coming... it is all around! Soft, humble, simple, asking for nothing in return... ready... so ready.
You made a wish... you were heard... we all were... so blind... so clumsy... so ungrateful.
The first leaves fell down... Is it not so wonderful? The wander until touching their destiny... looking lonesome and out of track... when in the end... there is just harmony in the apparent nonsensical events.
It is about time! The eyelids of your hopes came to kneel before your greatness. And you notice it: it was snowing since ever... so beautifully... you can see... all of it... all of it..
Clouds of hesitation invade the light of a tumultuous crowd without any passion. What is the point of all of it? What is the sense of this odd succession of hopeless laughters?
Your look is sad like the kid who awaits the arrival of the father that never had and realizes at every second that dreams never come true.
It is not the surface. It never was. It is just the whirlwind of some believers over the moon.
It is just that song. It is just the taste of that flavorless poison. I will be watching you. I will be waiting for you. I will be there... close to the horizon... dancing with the wind... in ecstasy... probably tented by one thousands armies of mermaids... and probably been defeated... over and over again... to raise from the ashes of someone who found the way by going nowhere, everywhere...
A murmur... a silent utterance... a prohibited recognition... a debt to the angels... a tragedy at last overcome. Just some words that change the world... your world... everyone's world: "I will find you".
The magical sentence was said... the lights over the darkness will reign forever. When the snow lasts to come, the only thing we all have to do is to believe. Do you see? It is coming... it is all around! Soft, humble, simple, asking for nothing in return... ready... so ready.
You made a wish... you were heard... we all were... so blind... so clumsy... so ungrateful.
The first leaves fell down... Is it not so wonderful? The wander until touching their destiny... looking lonesome and out of track... when in the end... there is just harmony in the apparent nonsensical events.
It is about time! The eyelids of your hopes came to kneel before your greatness. And you notice it: it was snowing since ever... so beautifully... you can see... all of it... all of it..
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