Al respirar la vida

Cuando vayan mal las cosas de Rudyard Kipling Cuando vayan mal las cosas como a veces suelen ir, cuando ofrezca tu camino solo cuestas que subir, cuando tengas poco haber pero mucho que pagar, y precises sonreír aun teniendo que llorar, cuando ya el dolor te agobie y no puedas ya sufrir, descansar acaso debes ¡pero nunca desistir! Tras las sombras de la duda ya plateadas, ya sombrías, puede bien surgir el triunfo no el fracaso que temías, y no es dable a tu ignorancia figúrate cuán cercano pueda estar el bien que anhelas y que juzgas tan lejano. Lucha, pues por más que tengas en la brega que sufrir, cuando todo esté peor, más debemos insistir. Si en la lucha el destino te derriba, si todo en tu camino es cuesta arriba, si tu sonrisa es ansia satisfecha, si hay faena excesiva y vil cosecha, si a tu caudal se contraponen diques, Date una tregua, ¡pero no claudiques! Don’t Quit by Rudyard Kipling When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you’re drudging seems all uphi...

Si puedo evitar que un corazón se rompa de Emily Dickinson Si puedo evitar que un corazón se rompa, entonces no viviré en vano; Si puedo aliviar el pesar de un hermano, consolar el dolor del vencido ayudar al petirrojo a encontrar su nido, entonces no viviré en vano. If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking , by Emily Dickinson  If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

"Fue el tiempo que pasaste con tu rosa lo que la hizo tan importante." "It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. " "C'est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante.” Le petit prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth. William W. Purkey

"Y entonces, gracias al sol y a los increíbles brotes de hojas que nacían en los árboles, a la manera como crecen las cosas en las películas de cámara rápida, sentí la familiar convicción de que la vida estaba empezando de nuevo con el verano." "And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer." "El gran Gatsby"/" The Great Gatsby"  (1925), de Francis Scott Fitzgerald'

Cuando me amé de verdad de Charles Chaplin Cuando me amé de verdad comprendí que en cualquier circunstancia, yo  estaba en el lugar correcto, en la hora correcta,  y en el momento exacto, y entonces,  pude relajarme. Hoy sé que eso tiene un nombre… Autoestima. Cuando me amé de verdad, pude percibir que mi angustia, y mi sufrimiento emocional, no es sino una señal de que voy contra mis propias verdades. Hoy sé que eso es… Autenticidad. Cuando me amé de verdad, dejé de desear que mi vida fuera diferente, y comencé a aceptar todo lo que acontece, y que contribuye a mi crecimiento. Hoy eso se llama… Madurez. Cuando me amé de verdad, comencé a percibir que es ofensivo tratar de forzar alguna situación, o persona, sólo para realizar aquello que deseo, aun sabiendo que no es el momento, o la persona no está preparada, inclusive yo mismo. Hoy sé que el nombre de eso es… Respeto. Cuando me amé de verdad, comencé a ...

“Yes, I deserve a spring– I owe nobody nothing.” Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary.

"Au milieu de l'hiver, j'apprenais enfin qu'il y avait en moi un été invincible." "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer." "En medio del invierno, descubrí que había en mí un verano invencible.” Albert Camus

"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." "Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais à avoir de nouveaux yeux." "El verdadero viaje de descubrimiento no consiste en buscar nuevos paisajes, sino en tener nuevos ojos." Marcel Proust

Michael Ende, "The Neverending Story" “Bastian looked at the book. 'I wonder,' he said to himself, 'what's in a book while it's closed. Oh, I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures, deeds and battles. And sometimes there are storms at sea, or it takes you to strange cities and countries. All those things are somehow shut in a book. Of course you have to read it to find out. But it's already there, that's the funny thing. I just wish I knew how it could be.' Suddenly an almost festive mood came over him. He settled himself down, picked up the book, opened it to the first page, and began to read...” Michael Ende, "La Historia Interminable" Bastián miró el libro. «Me gustaría saber», se dijo, «qué pasa realmente en un libro cuando está cerrado. Naturalmente,...

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something. So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life. Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it. Make your mistakes, next year and forever. MY NEW YEAR WISH

The road not taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Je me demande si les étoiles sont éclairées afin que chacun puisse un jour retrouver la sienne. Me pregunto si las estrellas se iluminan con el fin de que algún día, cada uno pueda encontrar la suya. I wonder whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again. Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

“Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?” Bob Marley.

Carpe Diem by Walt Whitman Do not let the day end without having grown a bit, without being happy, without having risen your dreams. Do not let overcome by disappointment. Do not let anyone you remove the right to express yourself, which is almost a duty. Do not forsake the yearning to make your life something special. Be sure to believe that words and poetry it can change the world. Whatever happens, our essence is intact. We are beings full of passion. Life is desert and oasis. We breakdowns, hurts us, teaches us, makes us protagonists of our own history. Although the wind blow against the powerful work continues: You can make a stanza. Never stop dreaming, because in a dream, man is free. Do not fall into the worst mistakes: the silence. Most live in a dreadful silence. Do not resign escape. “Issued by my screams roofs of this world,” says the poet. Rate the beauty of the simple things. You can make beautiful poetry on little things, but we can ...

Need you know - Lady Antebellum Picture perfect memories,  Scattered all around the floor.  Reaching for the phone 'cause  I can't fight it anymore.  And I wonder if I ever cross your mind  For me it happens all the time.  It's a quarter after one,  I'm all alone and I need you now.  Said I wouldn't call  but I lost all control and I need you now.  And I don't know how I can do without,  I just need you now.  Another shot of whisky,  can't stop looking at the door.  Wishing you'd come sweeping  in the way you did before.  And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.  For me it happens all the time.  It's a quarter after one,  I'm a little drunk,  And I need you now.  Said I wouldn't call  but I lost all control and I need you now.  And I don't know how I can do without,  I just need you now.  oh ohh...

Say over again, and yet once over again... de Elizabeth Barret Browning XXI. Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it, Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed. Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain Cry, 'Speak once more—thou lovest! 'Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence with thy soul.