Necesito de alguien que me mire a los ojos cuando hablo.
Que escuche mis tristezas y desiertos con paciencia y aun
cuando no comprenda, respete mis sentimientos.
Necesito de alguien que venga a luchar a mi lado sin ser
llamado.
Alguien lo bastante amigo como para decirme las verdades que
no quiero oír, aun sabiendo que puedo irritarme.
Por eso, en este mundo de indiferentes, necesito de alguien que
crea en esa cosa misteriosa, desacreditada y casi imposible?
¡la amistad!
Que se obstine en ser leal, simple y justo.
Que no se vaya, si algún día pierdo mi oro y no puedo ser más
la sensación de la fiesta.
Necesito de un amigo que reciba con gratitud mi auxilio, mi
mano extendida, aun cuando eso sea muy poco para sus
necesidades.
No pude elegir a quienes me trajeron al mundo, pero puedo
elegir a mi amigo.
En esta búsqueda empeño mi propia alma, pues con una
amistad verdadera la vida se torna más simple, más rica
y más bella.
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Marianne Williamson (quoted in a speech of Nelson Mandel)
«Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous.
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of god that is within us.
It is not just in some of us, it’s in everyone, and as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.»
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of god that is within us.
It is not just in some of us, it’s in everyone, and as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.»
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Salchipapa
Que irónico estar escribiendo este post desde el cell, sentado en un restaurant peruano, en el que entré mientras hago hora para poder buscar la Prius del car sharing e irme a buscar a mis amigos para ir a comer la cena de navidad en casita y luego ir a la misa de medianoche. Mientras tanto espero mi plato de salchipapas, mi comida preferida de niño =) la enconrè por casualidad, solo por hacer hora... es por eso que me encanta las cosas imprevistas.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Thank you - LZ
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.
Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.
Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.
And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.
Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.
Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.
And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Of heaven and hell
Heaven is where the police are British, the chefs Italian, the mechanics German, the lovers French and it is all organized by the Swiss.
Hell is where the police are German, the chefs British, the mechanics French, the lovers Swiss, and it is all organized by the Italians
Hell is where the police are German, the chefs British, the mechanics French, the lovers Swiss, and it is all organized by the Italians
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