Sin tu "Amor"

Andáte bien a la puta que te parió. Con amor :)


Me siento mucho mejor - Charly García

No razonar
desaparecer
cuando tenías que estar
te echaste a correr
lo que hiciste en mí
no tiene perdón
y yo sé que me siento mucho más fuerte
sin tu amor.
Mucho tiempo atrás
me hiciste sentir
que nuestro amor era más
y de esa forma vivir
no sé más quién soy
de qué te reís
y ahora sé que me siento mucho más fuerte
sin tu amor.
No sé más que hacer
no sé qué decir
cuando tenías que estar
te echaste a reír
lo que hiciste en mí
no tiene perdón
y ahora sé que me siento mucho más fuerte
sin tu amor
y yo sé que me siento mucho más fuerte
sin tu amor
oh sin tu amor.

Otra de las (viejas) grandes cosas de internet

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97,

Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term
benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or
reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won't understand the power and
beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of
yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra
equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides
you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is
long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).

Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people
I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half
chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the
greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).

Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in
the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps
and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you
were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you
do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children
respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse,
but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia;
dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Nunca mejor dicho...

Sorry to Myself - Alanis Morissette

For hearing all my doubts so selectively and
For continuing my numbing love endlessly.
For helping you and myself: not even considering
For beating myself up and overfunctioning.

To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No ones been crueler than Ive been to me.

For letting you decide if I indeed was desirable
For myself love being so embarassingly conditional.
And for denying myself to somehow make us compatible
And for trying to fit a rectangle into a ball.

And
To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No ones been crueler than Ive been to me.

Im sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else.
Im sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else.

For blaming myself for your unhappiness
And for my impatience when I was perfect where I was.
Ignoring all the signs that I was not ready,
And expecting myself to be where you wanted me to be.

To whom do I owe the first apology?
No ones been crueler than Ive been to me.

And
Im sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else.
Im sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else.

Well, I wonder which crime is the biggest ?
Forgetting you or forgetting myself...
Had I heeded the wisdom of the latter,
I wouldve naturally loved the former.

For ignoring you: my highest voices.
For smiling when my strife was all too obvious.
For being so disassociated from my body,
And for not letting go when it wouldve been the kindest thing.

To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No ones been crueler than Ive been to me.

And
Im sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else
Im sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else.
Im sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else
Im sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else

El Tornillo y El Ingeniero

Sé que esta historia ha dado vueltas por cuanto blog y cadena de emails exista, pero aún así, quiero conservarla en mi propio blog para recordarme a mi misma lo que valgo. Especialmente ahora.
Creo que fué una de las primeras y mejores enseñanzas que me pasaron en su momento, y que no supe comprender hasta el día de hoy.

Algunas veces es un error juzgar el valor de una actividad simplemente por el tiempo que se tarde en realizar.

Un buen ejemplo es el caso del ingeniero que fue llamado a arreglar una computadora muy grande y extremadamente compleja… una computadora que valía 12 millones de pesos.

Sentado frente a la pantalla, oprimió unas cuantas teclas, asintió con la cabeza, murmuró algo para sí mismo y apagó el aparato. Procedió a sacar un pequeño destornillador de su bolsillo y dio vuelta y media a un minúsculo tornillo. Entonces encendió de nuevo la computadora y comprobó que estaba trabajando perfectamente.

El presidente de la compañía se mostró encantado y se ofreció a pagar la cuenta en el acto.

- ¿Cuánto le debo? -preguntó.
- Son mil pesos, si me hace el favor.

- ¿Mil pesos? ¿Mil pesos por unos momentos de trabajo?
- ¿Mil pesos por apretar un simple tornillito?
-¡Ya sé que mi computadora cuesta 12 millones de pesos, pero mil pesos es una cantidad disparatada!

La pagaré sólo si me manda una factura perfectamente detallada que la justifique.

El ingeniero asintió con la cabeza y se fue. A la mañana siguiente, el presidente recibió la factura, la leyó con cuidado, sacudió la cabeza y procedió a pagarla en el acto, sin chistar.

La factura decía:

Servicios prestados:

- Apretar un tornillo...................$1 Peso
- Saber qué tornillo apretar.......$999 Pesos
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Total..........................................$1.000 Pesos

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Estoy pensando en la opción de borrar muchas entradas antiguas o dejarlas. Tengo sentimientos encontrados, como si esa persona que escribió antes ya no existiera y no tuviera nada que ver conmigo, y por ende no es representativa de este blog o espacio de "descarga" o lo que sea.
Pero, por otro lado esa persona (patetica) de alguna manera u otra es predecesora de lo que soy ahora y casi como un fundamento mismo de la que hoy escribe.

Se puede borrar el pasado eliminando unos cuantos párrafos? Cuán importante es lo que escribimos cada día?

Give A Little Bit - Supertramp

Ahora entiendo porqué te gustaba esta canción viejo...eras puro amor.


Give A Little Bit - Supertramp

Oooo yeah
Alright
Here we go again
Nay nay
Woh no
Na na
Hey hey
(Yeah)
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share
So send a smile and show you care

(Alright)

I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
So give a little bit
Oh give a little bit of your time to me
See the man with the lonely eyes
Oh take his hand, you'll be surprised

Oh take it
Oh oh
Come along
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Louder)

(Yeah)

Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
I’ll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
Now's the time that we need to share
So find yourself, we're on our way back home

Oooh going home
Don't you need, don’t you need to feel at home?
Ah yeah, we gotta sing
(Woo)
Ooo yeah, gotta get a feelin’
Ooo yeah come along too
(Woo)
Yeah, come along too, hey
Come on, come on, come on, come along
Take a, take a, take a look yeah
Ooo yeah, come along too
(Woo)
Yeah, come along feel it
Say take a look
Come along too
For a long ride
Come a long way
Oh sing it tonight
Ooo yeah

Y si...por qué no?

Cada uno cree y le da fuerzas cosas distintas
hay gente que va iglesia, yo voy al espejo.