Camino, camino... sera que a esta altura no tenga una decision de que hacer ¿?...
A veces me pregunto, para que hago lo que hago, le da sentido a mi vidaa¿?
segui mi propia expectativas o de ella. Nose...
A principio de año, se apodero una pequeña crisis, al replantarme. Si eso era lo que queria pero sino ¿que hago?... ya me estabilice pero los interrogantes siguen presente en mi cabeza. O sera cuestion que le encuentre un gustito a mi proxima profesion... ¿? Que dificil es encontrar lo que en verdad te gusto y que te apasione, yo estoy seguro que muchos pasaron por las mismas circunstancias que yoo. No es facil, la vida no es facil pero como es una sola, hay que hacer todo lo posible para disfrutarla. Ya no habra segunda oportunidades, te vas un dia para nunca volver. Asiii que tengo una vida por delante todavia, tengo proyectos sin realizar todavia que me llenarian de alegria. Doy este parcial :) y me preparo para el final, salgo con amigo/as♥ que los extrañoo y disfruto de lo que hagooo, de lo que estudio, buscarlee su sabor lindo, no lo malo.
Finnn :)
¿Para que sirve la utopia?
La utopía está en el horizonte. Camino dos pasos, ella se aleja dos pasos y el horizonte se corre diez pasos más allá. ¿Entonces para que sirve la utopía? Para eso, sirve para caminar.
lunes, 12 de julio de 2010
She: Pelicula Nothing Hill
SHE MAY BE THE FACE I CAN´T FORGET
A TRACE OF PLEASURE OR REGRET
MAY BE MY TREASURE THE OR PRICE I HAVE TO PAY
SHE MAY BE THE SONG THE SUMMER SINGS
MAY BE THE CHILL THAT AUTUMN BRINGS
MY BE A HUNDRED DIFFERENT THINGS
WITHIN THE MEASURE OF THE DAY.
SHE MAY BE THE BEAUTY OR THE BEAST
MAY BE THE FAMINE OR THE FEAST
MAY TURN EACH DAY INTO HEAVEN OR A HELL
SHE MAY BE THE MIRROR OF MY DREAM
A SMILE REFLECTED IN A STREAM
SHE MAY NOT BE WHAT SHE MAY SEEM INSIDE HER SHELL
SHE WHO ALWAYS SEEMS SO HAPPY IN A CROWD
WHO´S EYES CAN BE SO PRIVATE AND SO PROUD
NO ONE´S ALLOWED TO SEE THEM WHEN THEY CRY
SHE MAY BE THE LOVE THAT CANNOT HOPE TO LAST
MAY COME TO ME FROM SHADOWS OF THE PAST
THAT I REMEMBER TILL DAY I DIE
SHE MAY BE THE REASON I SURVIVE
THE WHY AND WHERE FOR I´M ALIVE
THE ONE I´LL CARE FOR THROUGH THE ROUGH AND MANY YEARS
ME I´LL TAKE HER LAUGHTER AND HER TEARS
AND MAKE THEM ALL MY SOUVENIRS
FOR WHERE SHE GOES I´VE GOT TO BE
THE MEANING OF MY LIFE IS SHE, SHE, SHE
SHE MAY BE THE FACE I CAN´T FORGET
A TRACE OF PLEASURE OR REGRET
MAY BE MY TREASURE THE OR PRICE I HAVE TO PAY
SHE MAY BE THE SONG THE SUMMER SINGS
MAY BE THE CHILL THAT AUTUMN BRINGS
MY BE A HUNDRED DIFFERENT THINGS
WITHIN THE MEASURE OF THE DAY.
SHE MAY BE THE BEAUTY OR THE BEAST
MAY BE THE FAMINE OR THE FEAST
MAY TURN EACH DAY INTO HEAVEN OR A HELL
SHE MAY BE THE MIRROR OF MY DREAM
A SMILE REFLECTED IN A STREAM
SHE MAY NOT BE WHAT SHE MAY SEEM INSIDE HER SHELL
SHE WHO ALWAYS SEEMS SO HAPPY IN A CROWD
WHO´S EYES CAN BE SO PRIVATE AND SO PROUD
NO ONE´S ALLOWED TO SEE THEM WHEN THEY CRY
SHE MAY BE THE LOVE THAT CANNOT HOPE TO LAST
MAY COME TO ME FROM SHADOWS OF THE PAST
THAT I REMEMBER TILL DAY I DIE
SHE MAY BE THE REASON I SURVIVE
THE WHY AND WHERE FOR I´M ALIVE
THE ONE I´LL CARE FOR THROUGH THE ROUGH AND MANY YEARS
ME I´LL TAKE HER LAUGHTER AND HER TEARS
AND MAKE THEM ALL MY SOUVENIRS
FOR WHERE SHE GOES I´VE GOT TO BE
THE MEANING OF MY LIFE IS SHE, SHE, SHE
martes, 6 de julio de 2010
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