Creo en imaginar.
Creo en soñar.
Creo en creer.
Creo en la paz.
Creo en el progreso.
Creo en la esperanza.
Creo que es lo ultimo que se pierde.
Creo en mirar la vida con una sonrisa.
Creo en abrazar las oportunidades.
Creo en erradicar el odio.
Creo que la vida es hermosa.
Creo que no se puede desperdiciar en cosas que no valen.
Creo en ver el vaso medio lleno.
Creo en apreciar las cosas simples.
Creo que menos es mas.
Creo en apreciar lo extraño y bizarro.
Creo en aceptar.
Creo que ser normal es peor que ser extraño.
Creo en ser ilogicos.
Creo en seguir los instintos.
Creo en hablar.
Creo en la diversidad.
Creo en decir lo que pienso.
Creo en la risa.
Creo en la alegria repentina y sin razones.
Creo en la originalidad.
Creo que ser original es una de las mayores virtudes que alguien puede tener.
Creo que el amor puede curar todo.
Creo en amar.
Creo en el amor incondicional.
Creo en el amor romantico.
Creo en el amor idiota.
Creo en el amor explosivo.
Creo en el amor. En todas sus formas y colores.
Esta es mi religión.
26.4.11
19.4.11
Booth: I lost my appetite because you made me think about all those people parading around pretending to be something they aren’t just so they could have crappy sex.
Brennan: How do you know it’s crappy?
Booth: Gotta be, Bones. Come on, it’s gotta be.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: Why? I’ll tell you why. Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures, just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places. Some — they just give up hope because, in their mind, they’re thinking, ‘Oh, there’s nobody out there for me,’ but all of us we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while…every once in a while, two people meet and there’s that spark, and, yes, Bones, he’s handsome and she’s beautiful and maybe that’s all they see at first, but making love…making love…that’s when two people become one.
Brennan: It is scientifically impossible for two objects to occupy the same space.
Booth: Yeah, but what’s important is we try, and when we do it right, we get close.
Brennan: To what? Breaking the laws of physics?
Booth: Yeah, Bones — a miracle. Those people with their role-playing and their fetishes and their little sex games, it’s crappy sex, well, you know, at least compared to the real thing.
Brennan: (staring at him, faintly smiling) You’re right.
Brennan: How do you know it’s crappy?
Booth: Gotta be, Bones. Come on, it’s gotta be.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: Why? I’ll tell you why. Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures, just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places. Some — they just give up hope because, in their mind, they’re thinking, ‘Oh, there’s nobody out there for me,’ but all of us we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while…every once in a while, two people meet and there’s that spark, and, yes, Bones, he’s handsome and she’s beautiful and maybe that’s all they see at first, but making love…making love…that’s when two people become one.
Brennan: It is scientifically impossible for two objects to occupy the same space.
Booth: Yeah, but what’s important is we try, and when we do it right, we get close.
Brennan: To what? Breaking the laws of physics?
Booth: Yeah, Bones — a miracle. Those people with their role-playing and their fetishes and their little sex games, it’s crappy sex, well, you know, at least compared to the real thing.
Brennan: (staring at him, faintly smiling) You’re right.
10.4.11
Sir Elton
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
6.4.11
No se porque es que todo el mundo siempre tiene que saber o quiere saber que es lo que va a pasar, o que vamos a hacer o no hacer. No les alcanza con lo que hacemos hoy? No te alcanza saber que HOY estas vivo para estar bien? Aclaremos que por decir esto no me excluyo de esta categoria. Pero es eso por lo que lo digo justamente. Porque necesito saber? La verdad es una mierda. Como dice Jack Dawson (con perdon del origen poco intelectual de la cita pero no por eso menos cierto)"tengo todo lo que necesito aca conmigo. tengo aire en mis pulmones y hojas en blanco. creo que la vida es un regalo y no hay que desperdiciarlo en cosas que no valen". Porque mierda no podemos hacer eso todos? Y asi nos dejamos de joder un poco con todo? Viva el hedonismo carajo!
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