Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Bm             G         A          D F#
Te extraño mas que nunca y no se que hacer
Bm G A D
despierto y te recuerdo al amanecer
A D F#
me espera todo el dia por vivir sin ti
el espejo no miente
me veo tan diferente
A D F#
me haces falta tu
Bm G A D F#
La gente pasa y pasa siempre tan igual
Bm G A D
el ritmo de la vida me parece mal
A D F# Bm
era tan diferente cuando estabas tu
si que era diferente cuando estabas tu
No hay nada mas difícil que vivir sin ti
sufriendo en la espera de verte llegar
el frió de mi cuerpo pregunta por ti
F# Bm
y no se donde estas
Si no te hubieras ido seria tan feliz
No ha nada....
La gente...
No hay nada...

Se no te hubieras hido - Maná

Friday, August 8, 2008

The things we see,” Pistorius said quietly, “Are the same things that are in us. The only reality is the one we have in us. That’s why most people’s lives are so unreal, because they consider the external images to be real and don’t allow their own world within themselves to tell them anything. They can be happy that way. But when a person once knows the other way, he is no longer free to choose the path that most people follow. Sinclair, the path of the majority is easy, ours is hard - Let’s go.

Demien by Hesse

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, everyday,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

(thanks Robyn!)