sábado, 3 de enero de 2009

Ya llego el año nuevo..Y que vas a hacer?

A poco no es, tipica esa pregunta? Un año nuevo amerita planes y objetivos pero desafortunadamente ya es más común escuchar a la gente decir "no planeo nada". En cierta manera es lo más facil, no planeas para asi no presionarte o no llegar al fin de año desilusionado porque no se cumplio lo que te habias propuesto. Pero este año que comienza mis queridos lectores (o sea 2 ja ja) hay que planear, la planeacion es una caracteristica unica de nuestra especie ¿Por que no ejercerla? La planeacion le da sentido a nuestras vidas, es como las velas de un barco, hay que orientarlas antes de empezar el viaje si no navegaremos a sabra Dios donde. Recordar tus objetivos cada dia cuando te levantas le dan a tu vida sentido, orientar tus esfuerzos es siempre más productivo. Bueno, basta !! Me duele el cerebro de tanta meditacion !! Les recomiendo ver la movie de Charlie Bartlett, les va a dejar un buen sabor de boca y entenderan porque a veces somos como somos. Adieu !!

jueves, 4 de diciembre de 2008

Fin del inferno

Inferno? Oh si, no hay otra manera de llamar este semestre que se acabo. Trabajos y más trabajos de la universidad, mi trabajo en el colegio del averno con niños consentidos que creen que pueden hacerlo todo sin consecuencias, que no respetan a la autoridad ahhhh. Pues gracias a Dios me corrieron de ahi, porque no podia con la disciplina. Obviooo quien puede disciplinar a 50 niños de esas caracteristicas? Y echale a la mezcla un coordinador ausente, que solo se aparecia para amenazarme, la verdad es que cada dia me levantaba con un gran pesar a hacer lo que más me gusta en el mundo !! Eso no era vida y se estaba demostrando, a donde quiera que iba me decian que me veia medio apagado y triste, la verdad es que si. En fin sali vivo grazie a Dio, si no hubiera sido por su amor y mi fe, no se donde estaria. Tengo mucho que agradecer, la verdad es que este año no ha sido facil, pero ahi vamos...

miércoles, 2 de julio de 2008

For you dad...


Tough, you think you've got the stuff

You're telling me and anyone

You're hard enough


You don't have to put up a fight

You don't have to always be right

Let me take some of the punches

For you tonight


Listen to me now

I need to let you know

You don't have to go it alone


And it's you when I look in the mirror

And it's you when I don't pick up the phone

Sometimes you can't make it on your own


We fight all the time

You and I... that's alright

We're the same soul


I don't need... I don't need to hear you say

That if we weren't so alike

You'd like me a whole lot more


I know that we don't talk

I'm sick of it all

Can you hear me when I Sing,

you're the reason I sing

You're the reason why the opera is in me


Where are we now?

I've got to let you know

A house still doesn't make a home

Don't leave me here alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror

And it's you that makes it hard to let go

Sometimes you can't make it on your

best you can do is to fake it

sábado, 28 de junio de 2008

What's left of me


Watched my life pass me by
in the rearview mirror
Pictures frozen in time
are becoming clearer
I don't wanna waste another day
stuck in the shadow of my mistakes

Cause I want you
and I feel you
crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger, like a burnin
to find a place I've never been

Now I'm broken, and I'm faded
I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have
what's left of me.

I've been dying inside
little by little
Nowhere to go
I'm goin outta my mind
An endless circle
runnin from myself until
You gave me a reason for standing still

And I want you
and I feel you
crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger, like a burnin
to find the place I've never been

Now I'm broken, and I'm faded
I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have
what's left of me.

Fallin' faster
barely breathing
Give me somethin to believe in
Tell me it's not all in my head
Take what's left of this man
Make me whole once again

I've been dying inside you see
I'm goin outta my mind
I'm just runnin' in circles all the time
Will you take what's left? of me

Take what's left of me

lunes, 16 de junio de 2008

A million ways


This is dedicated to those cruel girls that surround us men, but don't misinterpret this. I'm talking about those girls who are so pretty that play with us either with their beauty, their charm, their looks of innocence, etc. leaving us at their feet ready to do whatever it takes just to get to their hearts. I know a couple of girls like that je je. Enjoy ladies !!


sit back, matter of fact teasing, toying,
turning, chatting, charming
hissing, playin the crowd
play that song again
another couple caught up in a nod,
a glance, a half-hearted bow
oh such grace
oh such beauty
and lipstick and callous
and fishnets and malice
oh darlin' you're a million ways to be cruel
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel)
you're a million ways to be cruel
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel)
you're a million ways to be cruel
I should, I wish I could, maybe if you were I would
a list of standard issue regrets
one last eighty proof, slouchin' in the corner boothbaby, it's as good as it gets
oh such grace oh such beauty
so precious, suspicious, and charming and vicious
oh darlin'
you're a million ways
oh darlin'

martes, 13 de mayo de 2008

La foto naca






En los ultimos dias he sido testigo de un fenomeno al cual habia permanecido ajeno. Este fenomeno se llama "la foto naca". Primero habre de definir que es una foto naca. Buscando en mi diccionario encontre la siguiente definicion:

Foto naca. Dicese de aquella fotografia en la cual el o los individuos retratados toman poses cholas, de modelo de Tvnotas, dizque chistosas o de cuadro manierista pintado por algun ebrio.

Sin más que añadir procedoa rendir honor y tributo a aquellas fotos que qedaran grabadas en los anales historicos como... Las fotos nacas


Warning sign


A warning sign,

I missed the good part then I realized,

I started looking and the bubble burst.

I started looking for excuses

Come on in,

I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,

I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,

That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is,

I miss you.

Yeah the truth is,

That I miss you so.

A warning sign,

You came back to haunt me and I realized,

That you were an island and I passed you by,

You were an island to discover

..So I crawl back into your open arms.

Yes, I crawl back into your open arms

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