"The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world's sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer".

"The young King", A House of Pomegranates. Oscar Wilde

Im not gonna leave you stranded

"Women like that," he said, "are bound to have a history. Life will not pass them by."

"Beauty is perhaps a dangerous possession," I said.

"It's not only beauty," he insisted. "There is something else. Look at her again. Things are bound to happen to that woman, or because of her. AS I said, life will not pass her by. Strange and exciting events will surround her. You've only got to look at her to know it."

The Companion, Crime Never Pays

Buscando un símbolo de paz

Y como quien quiere la cosa, cumpliste 22 años.

La pucha.

Hace casi dos años que vengo sufriendo una pseudo "metamorfosis" que me tiene bailando de lo lindo. Sin embargo, no hay mejor sensación que estar en el presente. Este presente que me construí YO SOLITA, sin la ayuda de nadie.

Es hasta orgásmico sentir que vas por el buen camino, que la ansiedad sólamente va a retrasar todo, y que lo mejor es DEJARSE LLEVAR.

It's the first time in a loooong time that I can stand still for a minute.


and it feels awsome.



(que sea rock)

Nurse's Song

When the voices of children are heard on the green,

And laughing is heard on the hill,

My heart is at rest within my breast,

And everything else is still.

"Then come home my children, the sun is gone down,

And the dews of night arise;

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away

Till the morning appears in the skies."

"No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,

And we cannot go to sleep;

Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,

And the hills are all cover'd with sheep."

"Well, well, go and play til the light fades away,

And then go home to bed."

The little ones leaped and shouted and laugh'd

And all the hills ecchoed.

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The Ecchoing Green

The sun does arise,

And makes happy the skies;

The merry bells ring

To welcome the Spring;

The skylark and thrush,

The birds od tha bush,

Sing louder around

To the bells' cheerful sound,

While our sports shall be seen

On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John, with white hair,

Does laugh away care,

Sitting under the oak,

Among the old folk.

They laugh at our play,

And soon they all say:

"Such, such were the joys

When we all, girls and boys,

In a youth-time were seen

On the Ecchoing Green."

Till the little ones, weary,

No more can be merry;

The sun does descend,

And our sports have an end.

Round the laps of their mothers

Many sisters and brothers,

Like birds in their nests,

Are ready for rest,

And sport no more seen

On the darkening Green.

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In this poem, we can clearly see that there are two voices, the first one is of a young boy and the second one is of an adult (old John). "The ecchoing green" is a title that suggest a couple of things, first of all there is teh colour green that is a bright colour (which represents innocence) and second of all, the word "echo" which suggest that the place never changes, the characters live in a never changing world. They keep passing through the 1st and 2nd stage of innocence, it doesn't matter whether they are children or adults, nobody is or passes through the stage of experience. Besides, the place doesn't change either. Before I continue, I'd like to set the differences betqeen the stages of innocence. The 1st stage is the one which is represented by pure children, children who aren't corrupted by experience, and the 2nd stage is where the adult has grown up, he had his own experiences, but still he understands and appreciates childhood. in the first stanza, the opening phrase is the sun does arise, this refers to the opening of childhood, of life, of a day. On day time, children are allowed to play (while our sports shall be seen on the ecchoing green). Clearly, we can see the first stage of innocence. in the second stanza, the 2nd stage of innocence appears as the voice changes. What I mean by this is that Old John appears, he is very old, and I believe him to have a consideable amount of experiences, but still, he remembers the things he used to do when he was a child. Those memories are remembered with love, not with regrets, he still understands and appreciates childhood in all senses. I believe, as time goes by, that a lot od activities you used to do as a child are denied or simply forgotten. In the third stanza we can see the end of childhood and of life (the sun does descend), the arrival of death and the apprearance of night, of obscurity. This poem never leaves the innocent path.

¿Te comiste un payaso?

Anoche mi mamá y yo estábamos sentados en el living hablando de las muchas cosas de la vida, entre otras, estábamos hablando de la idea de vivir o morir.

Le dije: "Mamá, nunca me dejes vivir en estado vegetativo, dependiendo de máquinas y líquidos de una botella. Si me ves en ese estado, desenchufa todos los artefactos que me mantienen vivo, prefiero morir."

Entonces, mi mamá se levantó con una cara de admiración

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡Y me desenchufó el televisor, el DVD, la computadora, el ipod y me tiró todas las cervezas!!!!!!!

HiJueputa ... CASI ME MUERO !!!

Ideologías (?)

Una universitaria cursaba el sexto semestre de sus estudios. La chica pensaba que era de izquierda y estaba a favor de la distribución de la riqueza. Tenía vergüenza de que su padre fuera de derecha y se opusiera a los programas socialistas. Sus profesores le habían asegurado que la de su papá era una filosofía equivocada. Por lo anterior, un día se decidió a enfrentar a su padre. Le habló del materialismo histórico y la dialéctica de Marx, tratando de hacerle ver cuán equivocado estaba al defender un sistema tan injusto.
En eso, como queriendo hablar de otra cosa, su padre le preguntó:

- ¿Cómo van las clases?

-Van bien -respondió la estudiante - Tengo promedio 9. Me cuesta mucho trabajo, no tengo vida social y duermo poco, pero lo logro.

El padre pregunta: Y a tu amiga Soledad, ¿cómo le ha ido?

La hija respondió: Muy mal, Soledad tiene 4 de promedio. Se la pasa todo el tiempo haciendo shopping y anda de joda en joda, no estudia y muchas veces ni siquiera asiste a clases. Va a perder el semestre.
El padre mirándola a los ojos, le respondió: Entonces buscá al Decano y pedile que le transfiera 2,5 de los 9 puntos tuyos a ella, para que ambas tengan 6,5. Esta sería una buena y equitativa distribución de notas.
Ella indignada le gritó: ¿¡Por qué!? ¡He tenido que romperme el culo para lograr mi promedio, mientras que Soledad no estudia y se dedica a disfrutar la vida! ¡No le pienso regalar mi trabajo!
Su padre la abrazó cariñosamente y le dijo: ¡¡¡BIENVENIDA A LA DERECHA!!!