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domingo, 24 de abril de 2011

Forbidden

It is forbidden to cry without learning,
to wake up one day not knowing what to do, 
to be afraid of your memories. 

It is forbidden not to smile at problems, 
not to fight for what you want, 
to abandon everything because of fear, 
not to transform your deams into reality. 
      
It is forbidden not to show your love, 
to make someone pay for your debts and your bad mood. 
      
It is forbidden to leave your friends, 
not to try to understand what you lived & shared together, 
to call them only when you need them. 
      
It is forbidden not to be yourself in public, 
to feign with people you don't care about, 
to fake being funny just to make them remember you, 
to forget all the people who love you. 
      
It is forbidden not to make things by yourself, 
not to believe in God and forge your fate, 
to be afraid of life and its engagements, 
not to live each day like it was your last. 
      
It is forbidden to miss someone without 
cheering, to forget his eyes, his smile, 
just because your paths stopped being embraced, 
to forget his past and pay it with his present. 
      
It is forbidden not to try to understand people, 
to think that their lives are more valuable than yours, 
not to know that each person has his own ways and his own happiness. 
      
It is forbidden not to create your history, 
not to have a moment for the people who need you, 
not to understand that whatever life gives you, it takes it away as well. 
      
It is forbidden not to search for your happiness, 
not to live your life with a positive attitude, 
not to think that we can be better, 
not to feel that, without you, this world wouldn't be the same.

~Pablo Neruda 

miércoles, 13 de abril de 2011

Scusa ma te chiamo amore

Fear of love. What could be more beautiful? What greater risk worth taking? With how nice it is to surrender to the other person, trust her and think of nothing more than to see her smile.The most beautiful love is a miscalculation, an exception that proves the rule, that forwhat you've always used the word "never. " What I have to do with your past, I am acrazed variable not going your vida.Pero to convince that.The love is not wisdom, crazy...
 ~Sorry if I call you love.

We only remember what never happened.

I thought life allows each of us some few moments of pure happiness. Sometimes they are only days or weeks. Sometimes, years. All depends of our fortune. The remember of these moments go with us forever and is transformed into a country of the memory to we try to come back for the rest of our life without getting it. 
~Marina











lunes, 4 de abril de 2011

Music


All that you have to do is put on your headphones, lay down on the floor and listen to your life's CD. Song by song, you can't skip anyone, all had happened, and in one or other way, all will serve to go ahead. Don't apologize, don't juzge yourself, be who you are. Y there's nothing better for the world. Stop, rewind, play, and even more and more. Never stop the music, don't forget to find sounds to achieve explain the chaos within you. 
And if you get a tear when you're listening it, no be afraid, it is like a fan's tear when he listen to his favourite song.

~3MSC