Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Monday, 28 February 2011
We Belong Together
Don't you turn your back on me
Don't you walk away
Don't you tell me that I don't care
'Cause I do!
Don't you tell me I'm not the one
Don't you tell me I ain't no fun
Just tell me you love me like I love you
You know you do
When we're together
Gray skies clear up
And I cheer up
To where I'm less depressed
And sincerely
From the bottom of my heart
I just can't take it
When we're apart
We belong together
We belong together
Yes we do
You'll be mine forever
We belong together
We belong together
(You) know it's true
(It's) gonna stay this way forever
Me and you
If I could really talk to you
If I could find a way
I'm not shy
There's a whole lot I wanna to say
(Of course there is)
Talk about friendship and loyalty
Talk about how much you mean to me
And I'd promise to always be by your side
Whenever you need me
The day I met you
Was the luckiest day of my life
And I'll bet you feel the same
(Least I hope you do)
So don't forget me
If the future should take you away
('Cause) you'll always be
Part of me
We belong together
We belong together
Wait and see
(It's) gonna be this way forever
We belong together
We belong together
Honestly
We'll go on this way forever
You and me
You and me
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Se apagó la llama… Sale el sol.
When there’re no words to say something… maybe there’s nothing to be said at all. Why is that we feel as we have to say/feel something when the world around us changes? Why do we feel obliged to feel? What about if I don’t feel anything? What about if it doesn’t really hurt? What about if I’m not even bothered? Can it be that way?
When the flame is gone… well, it’s gone. Is it even useful to think about the reasons why the flame is gone? For some people it may be. However, by contemplating the storm that has already gone, we’ll for sure miss the sun shining upon us. And if the sun doesn’t come today that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Clouds are hiding it for now… but I can assure you, it’s still there.
Enjoy the weather even if it rains cause it’ll bring you a rainbow. Enjoy the sun when it shines. But don’t wait for it to live. Keep on living. It’ll shine again eventually.
When the flame is gone… well, it’s gone. Is it even useful to think about the reasons why the flame is gone? For some people it may be. However, by contemplating the storm that has already gone, we’ll for sure miss the sun shining upon us. And if the sun doesn’t come today that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Clouds are hiding it for now… but I can assure you, it’s still there.
Enjoy the weather even if it rains cause it’ll bring you a rainbow. Enjoy the sun when it shines. But don’t wait for it to live. Keep on living. It’ll shine again eventually.
Monday, 31 January 2011
Never let me go vs. If you love somebody, let them go.
When someone tells you “never let me go”, what exactly do they mean? Is that they are in love with you? Is it only that they need you or they feel they do? If so, is that love at all?
When someone tells you “never let me go” and he lets you go, did he not love you in the end? Was he honest? Was he fulfilling another need but love?
And from there, what’s love about after all? To need someone that much you can’t even think without him? Or to feel so enlighten you feel you can achieve anything you’ve dreamt of?
If love is white or red or both, why is that we sometimes feel blue with someone? From a white swan we change into a black one? And then, nothing, emptiness, fulfilment at the same time. The good and the bad within us come to see the light –or the darkness-. Why do we think that love will only make our good attributes appear? After all, we’re both, good and evil in one soul, in one body, in one self. If love is supposed to make our inner self show, do you know what may happen if you let the door to be opened? Are you ready to accept and live the myriad of blessings and curses attached to the package?
If love heals, is that because love hurts first? Should it be that way? If it hurts, is that love at all? Are we supposed to be transformed by its magical wand? The web says that love is “a strong positive emotion of regard and affection”; however, it is short in telling us about its consequences.
If I never let you go, does it mean I do love you? Or does it mean I’ll have your love granted for eternity and beyond? I’m not sure… I simply don’t know… Do you?
If there are difference to overcome, isn’t it exactly why you shouldn’t let me go? Everyone grows through challenge. If we’re used to our environment and surroundings, we’re comfortable. However, is love supposed to make us feel comfortable? If so, at least for me, what a simplistic and shallow view. Love transforms, love shapes, love breaks and makes. Never let me go… or rather… let me go if you don’t dare to challenge life and boundaries… together… because if you don’t want me to ever let you go, you’ve to make me feel as you’ll never want me to be someone I’m not.
Never let me go… do let me be free… do let me fly… do not cut my wings… if I can fly with that someone, if we can reach the sky together, there’s no need to tell “never let me go” because we’re flying the flight together. However, if you stand still forever, only comfortably contemplating the view and waiting for them to contemplate and be jealous of your comfortability, and you ask someone “never let me go”, you’re asking the wrong question; you should better ask: “do stay here with me”, because you’re not going anywhere. And by having said that, you’re reluctant to fly… and that’s fair. But to ask someone that by nature is a free flying being to stay is a matter of different nature… never let me go… do stay with me… do not fly… why not better: lets fly together the existence we both are living; and now and then, land anywhere and rest for a new adventure together, the ongoing adventure of life, that never-ending moebius that some people observe with fear while they walk slowly to a peaceful and comfortable death without knowing they’re actually dead to life.
The sentence says "If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were". Things are meant to be, although we are the one who chooses the path. Be free and let whoever is with you be free. The real way to be with someone is to be free together. To be with someone in any kind of relationship is upon our free will as free individual sovereigns. If you play the game, accept the rules they say. Let him free. I let you free. But don't wait. Turn the page and see what's waiting for you in the next chapter. Maybe the same character, maybe a different one. But one thing I can assure you, the main character will still be there: you. Because whoever was with you in the previous chapters was there sharing a space that although one day was common, it's been always yours. Never let me go... If you love someone, let them free. You choose. I've chosen. Lets share our freedom, our sovereigtny or start different stories from now on with one common chapter. Se la vi! Enjoy it! Let it go.
When someone tells you “never let me go” and he lets you go, did he not love you in the end? Was he honest? Was he fulfilling another need but love?
And from there, what’s love about after all? To need someone that much you can’t even think without him? Or to feel so enlighten you feel you can achieve anything you’ve dreamt of?
If love is white or red or both, why is that we sometimes feel blue with someone? From a white swan we change into a black one? And then, nothing, emptiness, fulfilment at the same time. The good and the bad within us come to see the light –or the darkness-. Why do we think that love will only make our good attributes appear? After all, we’re both, good and evil in one soul, in one body, in one self. If love is supposed to make our inner self show, do you know what may happen if you let the door to be opened? Are you ready to accept and live the myriad of blessings and curses attached to the package?
If love heals, is that because love hurts first? Should it be that way? If it hurts, is that love at all? Are we supposed to be transformed by its magical wand? The web says that love is “a strong positive emotion of regard and affection”; however, it is short in telling us about its consequences.
If I never let you go, does it mean I do love you? Or does it mean I’ll have your love granted for eternity and beyond? I’m not sure… I simply don’t know… Do you?
If there are difference to overcome, isn’t it exactly why you shouldn’t let me go? Everyone grows through challenge. If we’re used to our environment and surroundings, we’re comfortable. However, is love supposed to make us feel comfortable? If so, at least for me, what a simplistic and shallow view. Love transforms, love shapes, love breaks and makes. Never let me go… or rather… let me go if you don’t dare to challenge life and boundaries… together… because if you don’t want me to ever let you go, you’ve to make me feel as you’ll never want me to be someone I’m not.
Never let me go… do let me be free… do let me fly… do not cut my wings… if I can fly with that someone, if we can reach the sky together, there’s no need to tell “never let me go” because we’re flying the flight together. However, if you stand still forever, only comfortably contemplating the view and waiting for them to contemplate and be jealous of your comfortability, and you ask someone “never let me go”, you’re asking the wrong question; you should better ask: “do stay here with me”, because you’re not going anywhere. And by having said that, you’re reluctant to fly… and that’s fair. But to ask someone that by nature is a free flying being to stay is a matter of different nature… never let me go… do stay with me… do not fly… why not better: lets fly together the existence we both are living; and now and then, land anywhere and rest for a new adventure together, the ongoing adventure of life, that never-ending moebius that some people observe with fear while they walk slowly to a peaceful and comfortable death without knowing they’re actually dead to life.
The sentence says "If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were". Things are meant to be, although we are the one who chooses the path. Be free and let whoever is with you be free. The real way to be with someone is to be free together. To be with someone in any kind of relationship is upon our free will as free individual sovereigns. If you play the game, accept the rules they say. Let him free. I let you free. But don't wait. Turn the page and see what's waiting for you in the next chapter. Maybe the same character, maybe a different one. But one thing I can assure you, the main character will still be there: you. Because whoever was with you in the previous chapters was there sharing a space that although one day was common, it's been always yours. Never let me go... If you love someone, let them free. You choose. I've chosen. Lets share our freedom, our sovereigtny or start different stories from now on with one common chapter. Se la vi! Enjoy it! Let it go.
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
No te salves. Don't save yourself. Mario Benedetti.
No te quedes inmóvil
al borde del camino
no congeles el júbilo
no quieras con desgana
no te salves ahora
ni nunca
no te salves
no te llenes de calma
no reserves del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
no dejes caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
no te quedes sin labios
no te duermas sin sueño
no te pienses sin sangre
no te juzgues sin tiempo
pero si
pese a todo
no puedes evitarlo
y congelas el júbilo
y quieres con desgana
y te salvas ahora
y te llenas de calma
y reservas del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
y dejas caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
y te secas sin labios
y te duermes sin sueño
y te piensas sin sangre
y te juzgas sin tiempo
y te quedas inmóvil
al borde del camino
y te salvas
entonces
no te quedes conmigo.
Don’t remain immobile
At the edge of the road
Don’t freeze the joy
Don’t love with reluctance
Don’t save yourself now
or ever
Don’t save yourself
Don’t fill with calm
Don’t reserve in the world
Only a secure place
Don’t let your eyelids fall
Heavily as judgments
Don’t speak without lips
Don’t sleep without sleepiness
Don’t imagine yourself without blood
Don’t judge yourself without time.
But if
in spite of everything
You can’t help it,
And you freeze the joy,
And you love with reluctance,
And you save yourself now,
And you fill with calm
And you reserve in the world
Only a calm place,
And you let fall your eyelids
Heavily as judgments,
And you speak without lips,
And you sleep without sleepiness,
And you imagine yourself without blood,
And you judge yourself without time,
And you remain immobile
At the edge of the road,
And you save yourself,
Then…
Don’t stay with me.
al borde del camino
no congeles el júbilo
no quieras con desgana
no te salves ahora
ni nunca
no te salves
no te llenes de calma
no reserves del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
no dejes caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
no te quedes sin labios
no te duermas sin sueño
no te pienses sin sangre
no te juzgues sin tiempo
pero si
pese a todo
no puedes evitarlo
y congelas el júbilo
y quieres con desgana
y te salvas ahora
y te llenas de calma
y reservas del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
y dejas caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
y te secas sin labios
y te duermes sin sueño
y te piensas sin sangre
y te juzgas sin tiempo
y te quedas inmóvil
al borde del camino
y te salvas
entonces
no te quedes conmigo.
Don’t remain immobile
At the edge of the road
Don’t freeze the joy
Don’t love with reluctance
Don’t save yourself now
or ever
Don’t save yourself
Don’t fill with calm
Don’t reserve in the world
Only a secure place
Don’t let your eyelids fall
Heavily as judgments
Don’t speak without lips
Don’t sleep without sleepiness
Don’t imagine yourself without blood
Don’t judge yourself without time.
But if
in spite of everything
You can’t help it,
And you freeze the joy,
And you love with reluctance,
And you save yourself now,
And you fill with calm
And you reserve in the world
Only a calm place,
And you let fall your eyelids
Heavily as judgments,
And you speak without lips,
And you sleep without sleepiness,
And you imagine yourself without blood,
And you judge yourself without time,
And you remain immobile
At the edge of the road,
And you save yourself,
Then…
Don’t stay with me.
Monday, 18 October 2010
América
Soy argentino? Soy americano? Soy latinoamericano? Soy los tres!
Por qué el argentino tiene vergüenza de ser latinoamericano? Es el argentino más que un peruano o mexicano? Tiene algún gen mejor?
Ni lo uno ni lo otro.
Gabriel García Márquez me mostró Macondo; Isabel Allende me hizo sentir a Paula; Shakira y las caderas; Bioy y Morel con sus fotogramas; Chespirito y sus sonrisas; el Machu Pichu y sus misterios; la salsa y el merengue; el tango y el candombe; Ricky Martin y Gardel; Borges, Neruda, Vargas Llosa, Benedetti y Alfonsina; Maradona, Pelé, Sena y Woods; Susana y Ophra; Xuxa, Odisea Burbujas, Disney y la magia; Quinquela y Warhol; Verónica, Thalia, Andrea y Luisa; JFK, Evita y Luther King; Pancho Villa, el Ché Guevara y Fidel Castro; Cantinflas, San Martín y Bolívar; Frida Khalo y tantos más…
Soy argentino, sí; pero orgulloso de la tierra americana. Feliz día a las tres Américas; feliz día América; o como decía la Reina, FELIZ DIA AMERICA TOTAL...
Llevo en mi el sueño
De ver caer el sol
Y no hallar durmiendo en las veredas
Niños sin amor,
Que todo el pueblo americano
Desea ver el fin
De este miedo de ser hermanos
Pues solamente así...
Toda América
Será América
América total
Una América
Más América
Que norte, sur, central
Mi América, nuestra América
América integral
Oh América!
Se América
De todos por igual
América total!
El águila y el cóndor
Renuncien a ser dos
Con sus alas cubrirán
Todo alrededor
No precisa nadie fronteras
Para ser mas feliz
Y esta tierra de mil maneras
Comparte la raíz
En fin pasan los años
Mas nunca pasará
Este sueño americano
De ser una unidad
Donde el miedo, el frío, el hambre
Y el vicio tendrán fin
Esta América de tantos nombres
Es una sola en mi
El día que esto vaya a suceder
Sabrás que es por mi,
Por ti, por tu fe
Y entonces gritarás, yo gritaré
Con esto soñé! Con esto soñé!
Por qué el argentino tiene vergüenza de ser latinoamericano? Es el argentino más que un peruano o mexicano? Tiene algún gen mejor?
Ni lo uno ni lo otro.
Gabriel García Márquez me mostró Macondo; Isabel Allende me hizo sentir a Paula; Shakira y las caderas; Bioy y Morel con sus fotogramas; Chespirito y sus sonrisas; el Machu Pichu y sus misterios; la salsa y el merengue; el tango y el candombe; Ricky Martin y Gardel; Borges, Neruda, Vargas Llosa, Benedetti y Alfonsina; Maradona, Pelé, Sena y Woods; Susana y Ophra; Xuxa, Odisea Burbujas, Disney y la magia; Quinquela y Warhol; Verónica, Thalia, Andrea y Luisa; JFK, Evita y Luther King; Pancho Villa, el Ché Guevara y Fidel Castro; Cantinflas, San Martín y Bolívar; Frida Khalo y tantos más…
Soy argentino, sí; pero orgulloso de la tierra americana. Feliz día a las tres Américas; feliz día América; o como decía la Reina, FELIZ DIA AMERICA TOTAL...
Llevo en mi el sueño
De ver caer el sol
Y no hallar durmiendo en las veredas
Niños sin amor,
Que todo el pueblo americano
Desea ver el fin
De este miedo de ser hermanos
Pues solamente así...
Toda América
Será América
América total
Una América
Más América
Que norte, sur, central
Mi América, nuestra América
América integral
Oh América!
Se América
De todos por igual
América total!
El águila y el cóndor
Renuncien a ser dos
Con sus alas cubrirán
Todo alrededor
No precisa nadie fronteras
Para ser mas feliz
Y esta tierra de mil maneras
Comparte la raíz
En fin pasan los años
Mas nunca pasará
Este sueño americano
De ser una unidad
Donde el miedo, el frío, el hambre
Y el vicio tendrán fin
Esta América de tantos nombres
Es una sola en mi
El día que esto vaya a suceder
Sabrás que es por mi,
Por ti, por tu fe
Y entonces gritarás, yo gritaré
Con esto soñé! Con esto soñé!
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