Some people say that the sight of a solitary raven cruising through the sky is a sign of good luck. But, more than one, predicts trouble ahead.

By myself

«Hangin' round downtown by myself

And I had too much caffeine

And I was thinkin' 'bout myself»

Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground

Drink up my 'earties, yo ho!

Jack Sparrow and Hector Barbossa: greatest pirates ever, hands down!

Frodo talks

«How do you pick up the threads of an old life?
How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back?
There are some things that time cannot meant,
Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.»

The lord of the rings, The return of the king.

Tonight

Stay awake, don't leave
Things can easily turn into smoke and slip away from your fingers
Stay awake, don't think
Everything is much warmer when you're around
There's always the fear of everything freezing over.

Gilmore Girls foreverrr!!!!!

There's no way anyone will ever come up again with characters like Lorelai and Rory Gilmore... Stars Hollow or bust!

Calvin & Hobbes

Truth

One day, I am gonna get tired.

Flightless bird, american mouth

«Have I found you... or lost you?»

By Iron and Wine

...

Suck it.
And shut up about it.

Pic

Love it.

Fear...?

«So just hold me close, I know it's coming

Far away and out of sight

Hold me close, I feel it coming

The changes to our lives...»

True journalism :P

This is on "Blood diamonds":

- How about we go to your place and see what's in the mini bar?
- I'm a print journalist: I drank it.

«Never think»

«She's standing outside, holding me, saying "oh please, I'm in love... I'm in love"»

No apto para depresivos

Dice Alejandra Pizarnik:

«Si pudiera tomar nota de mí todos los días sería una manera de no perderme, de enlazarme, porques es indudable que me huyo, no me escucho...
El más grande misterio de mi vida es este: ¿por qué no me suicido? En vano alegrar mi pereza, mi miedo, mi distracción. Tal vez por eso siento, cada noche, que me he olvidado de algo»

«En lo alto de la mañana los ojos se deslumbran en su color, se desnudan de su luz, se sumergen en su condición de sobrevivientes»

«Esta creencia mía de que escribiendo veré una señal, algo con qué seguir»

Late at night

To me it seems that life has just begun

Little of what's here will prevail along the road

The friends, the love, the rhythms and the sea

It'll all be gone as if it was just a whim.

Hazel eyes still look dearly at me
Maybe tomorrow they'll be gone
In a month, a year; maybe a lifetime will pass

There's no way to know.

Hidden fixations lie within
The words, the smell of that tree,
The taste of smoke and the tears
They may never be seen.

The mourning yawns over the hills

Night has left me broken and defeated

Wounds will heal as this day goes by

They'll open up again when it's time.

Was nützt die liebe in gedanken

«Sadly, it's simple. People come in two kinds: those who love and those who are loved.»

Obsessed with...

...

Hay palabras que iluminan, que llegan, que se asientan, que sonríen, que resuenan, que son tibias, que te esperan, que reaniman.

In the mood for...

Today I learnt:

I'm really not "it".

Oscar Wilde on selfishness

«There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up»

«Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live»

Closer

Alice: You did love me?

Dan: I'll always love you. I hate hurting you.

Alice: Why are you?

Dan: Because I'm selfish. And I think I'll be happier with her.

Alice: You won't. You'll miss me. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?

What to do?????

Yes, I love journalism; no, I don't know what to do with it.

Match Ball 2

El libro sigue bien...

«Efectivamente, entre Sophie Mass y Raymond Papst no había más que un coqueteo de parte de ella y una incipiente locura en mí. Efectivamente: nada grave.»

«Las posibilidades eran muchas, sólo se requería valor para tomar alguna. La primera y más a mano era saltar sin tanto proemio por la ventana y estrellar mi cerebro sobre las baldosas italianas del patio interior, pero esta salida me parecía poco estética y bulliciosa.»

Today I learnt:

Old behavior [from anyone] can come back and bite you in the ass any minute, specially when you least expect it.

OMG...he's so right

Robert Pattinson is absolutely right: «whatever makes you blind must make you strong»...

Match Ball

Este libro comenzó bien... una muestra:

Sophie Mass: «No, tontito. No es chantaje lo que hago. Es otra cosa lo que siento, y me extraña que con toda tu sensibilidad no te des cuenta»

Raymond Papst: «Primero que nada no me doy cuenta. Segundo, aunque me diera cuenta prefiero no darme cuenta. Y tercero, aunque prefiera darme cuenta no debo darme cuenta.»

Today I learnt:

Life gives as it takes. If you lost your way, there are always other paths to choose from.

Ridiculously slow morning

Should've stayed in bed... now I'm wishing even more I had a room in my house like this one... damn you german movie that makes me crave that so baaad!!!!

To her

I wonder if you're really gone. I'm torn between sad, angry, disappointed and calm. Although there's a new spark -so refreshing- it can't fill with light the void you left; not yet. I don't know if it's supposed to do so, I don't even know if it's staying. I don't know if I want it to numb the pain completely, cause it means I could stop caring. What if I don't need you anymore? What if I start replacing you with parts of other people? What if you come back and I can't handle it? What if the spark becomes a true friend... what if it gives me the same peace of mind you did.

It's just so sad that I have almost everything I've been trying to hold on to for a long time... he's mine and I'm his, she came back and it's like she never left. But you're missing and I don't understand why. It hurts. I just miss you...

Today I learnt:

It's amazing having a much older friend


PS: [Yes, I know Rufus and Jenny -picture- are father and daughter but you get the point...]

Obsessed with...

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

Remembering...

The great feeling I get when he smiles at me

Today I learnt:

Sometimes it's so much better just to zip it.

A mí

Hay días que empiezan grises, otros, de tantos colores...

Hay momentos en que sólo vale la pena burlarse de la vida, de las incoherencias, de lo que no entendemos.

Hay atardeceres que son dignos de plasmar en tus hojas...esas que llenas de tachones... de alma.

Dejas besos pintados en la boca de curiosos que alguna vez soñaron con acariciarte...

Imaginas cosas indebidas... pero que no dejan de tocarte la piel... y el deseo.

Abrazas con suavidad los hilos de la vida de quienes te quieren y te guardan,concibes la vida como un circo... como una canción que no fue bien pensada...

crees que el día a día se escribe así... día a día... y que hay que saber leer a la gente,

que hay que madrear de vez en cuando, que la noche viene de pronto y así se olvidan de vez en cuando las penas.

Blanca... blanca con unos ojos cafés que derriten impostores, pintores, poetas y enamorados del alma.

Adicta a lo nuevo, a lo que puedes aprender en cada suspiro del viento.

Quisieras tener todos los colores del mundo guardados en una cajita, y pintar, rayar, colorear... los sueños, el papel, la sonrisa de él.

Y así eres... mucho más que una simple estudiante de comunicación social de la javeriana, con tan solo 20 años... de séptimo semestre... Si fuera por eso, no serías diferente... y sí que lo eres.

Natalia Riveros Anzola

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop