Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND!

Today is the Birthday of one of the biggest and greatest persons I have had the grace to know. As a matter of fact, she found me and changed my life for good and the best. No exaggerations in this, our bond was trong.

24 years ago, one of the beautifulest creatures came alive to achieve a bunch of things and change a lot of lifes. I know that I am writing here with the love I feel towards her, so I might sound too stubborn. But indeed I loved her, and I am not ashamed.

The only reason of a fall is to learn how to lift ourselves up.

I write this today to remember a huge date for me due this anniversary of life, and to count 24 springs of a gorgeous blooming silver light.

I send you my hugs, dear Cora, and I wish that your Birthday, letting out all the hardships, bit of sorrow and kind of heartache, is gentle with you. I really do wish it! As I wish I could be there, or you were here!


Hail the new age, and the many years to come!
Because indeed the best is yet to be!


Be well!

This is not the end!

This is not the end, I tell to myself. She told to me the same, and she meant it. I am eternally grateful with her. That is the truth.

I am very sad, I must admit, but moved by will alone indeed, the will of create the future I want, and help the people I love, specially her, to create hers. I really wish that I could pray and ask to god or the universe or nature or whatever that controls this time and space machine, that everything works out for us, because I really want it to work. I wanted to be with her, I wanted her, and I wanted a life with her. However, not all depends on me, and there I must accept and let go.

Love make us be happy, make us feel joy, and sorrow, allow us to grow, and it doesn't need that we believe in it, it is just there...

Indeed, love is a dangerous angel.

Purpose?

I have been thinking, y'all know, giving some action to the muscle up there, and I have kind of concluded that the only purpose of life is to get things done. Ya know what I mean and afirm, do ya? Yup, the already known.

Pretty nasty uh? Annoying pain in the ass this little unconcious purpose, isn't it? And it is the only one that moves us :)

We can also get into the "causality ideal", and the "first think, then exist", or "what am I doing here but complete this world as it completes me?", but only straightly thinking in actions, we born to complete what we begin there, or in other words, to make our life be done.

We came out of the womb and began breathing, there we started our first duty, keep ourselves alive, until we fulfill the process and get it done. We study, get better or good, or not, but don't stop until it is done, or as consecuence, get into something else to fulfill. We throw a rock or do a fire, so we change something, and get that something done.

This little speech of mine, which I try to explain and do not understand completely, creates the idea that diying with a lot of undone things would be very sad.



Get a grip on yourself Pablo, would ya?

The Life, Universe and Everything I

"We don't have to save the world. The world is big enough to look after itself. What we have to be concerned about is whether or not the world we live in will be capable of sustaining us in it."

The Pretaker?

Después de un par de minutos de decidia y usando el poder comparativo (que no siempre es atinado), y de una larga busqueda, encontré a estos dos que si pueden dar un buen tiro.
Ustedes dirán.

PS: Buen año para todos.

En espera de una unión.

¡Chintrolo, que rápido va todo! ¡Apenas fue mi cumpleaños y ya estoy por casarme, 7 de Noviembre será el día, a una semana de esta noche!

Ha pasado algo de tiempo desde que no escribía aquí, historias o cosas de esas que nomás pasas, y si lo llegué a hacer, fue en inglés. Sigo sin saber que escribir, o más bien, por donde comenzar.

Por lo pronto me despido.

Mrs. Captain Underpants

Cute, isn't she?
Fake Wednesday Pic, Thursday of Heroes!

I had forgotten how it feels to walk one and a half in the morning, rainy weather, fresh air.
Walking with a certain warm guide, nice music.
Following dark roads, strong footsteps.

It feels kind of good.

Don't be serious, you have new scars...

Lets introduce a little Anarchy