I Have a Dream

I say to you today, my friends, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American Dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident; thal all men are created equal".

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and little white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all the flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.
With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning, "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father died, land of pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring".
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvacious slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and mole hill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring, and when this happens,

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, we are free at last"!

-I Have a Dream Martin Luther King Jr.

tenemos que hablar...

"tenemos que hablar"

que frase de mierda.
no me acuerdo una vez en la que alguien me lo dijo y que dijera algo bueno.
normalmente(siempre) es usada para notificarle a alguien cosas que no son faciles de asimilar  por que :
son tristes
son feas
son incomodas(para uno de los dos)
todas las anteriores
mas que todo normalmente duelen.
el "primer tenemos que hablar" fue para decirme q se murio mi perro
el ultimo fue una examiga que queria cagarme a pedos por todo lo que ago mal(ojo, el ultimo completo, no el ultimo dicho y sin cumplir, x q ahora tengo unos pendientes....)
y eso es lo que voy a tener que hacer  ahora.... BASTANTE.
cosas de las que hable en uno de mis ultimos post no fue tanto como yo crei,y tengo q explicar como seguir.
gente que cree que va a seguir viendome tiene que entender que no le voy a mentir ni me voy a mentir a mi mismo.
aveces es tan dificil tener que hacer que no te duelen las cosas que te haces para hacer el bien ,que a vos mismo tenes que hacerte un mal.
lo que enrealidad me mata no es hacerlo, si no desde en el momento que decimos tenemos q hablar hasta q lo hacemos. ese lapso q no lo hablamos aun es una tortura de incertidumbre fenomenal.
simplemente quiero hacerlo y ya esta, pero  no quiero lastimar a nadie.
me gustaria hablar que alguien me lo diga y que me de una buena noticia
vale la pena soñar

dead poets society

“carpe diem” significa saber aprovechar el momento presente para extarer lo mejor de él. Aún de los momentos más negativos, podemos (si lo analizamos) extraer y aprovechar cosas buenas. Y esto, no tiene nada que ver con el pasado ni con el futuro. Y no quiero decir con esto que vivamos de espaldas al pasado (que evidentemente nos marca y nos condiciona el momento presente y el futuro) o que no tengamos en cuenta el futuro. Pero, eso sí, como todo en la vida, en su justa medida.

El día de hoy no se volverá a repetir. Vive intensamente cada instante, lo que no significa alocadamente; sino mimando cada situación, escuchando a cada compañero, intentando realizar cada sueño positivo, buscando el éxito del otro; y examinándote de la asignatura fundamental: el Amor. Para que un día no lamentes haber malgastado egoístamente tu capacidad de amar y dar vida.”

“La verdad es como una manta que siempre te deja los pies fríos. La estiras, la extiendes y nunca es suficiente. La sacudes, le das patadas, pero no llega a cubrirnos. Y desde que llegamos llorando hasta que nos vamos muriendo sólo nos cubre la cara, mientras gemimos, lloramos y gritamos”

“Medicina, leyes,negocios,ingenieria; son busquedas nobles y necesarias para sostener la vida. Pero la poesia,belleza, romance, amor; estas son la razones por las que nos mantenemos vivos.”

“Fui a los bosques porque quería vivir a conciencia, quería vivir a fondo y extraer todo el meollo a la vida, y dejar a un lado todo lo que no fuese vida, para no descubrir en el momento de mi muerte, que no había vivido.” 

A DUSTLAND FAIRYTALE

A Dustland fairytale beginningOr just another white trash county kissIn '61, long brown hair and foolish eyes
He looked just like you'd want him toSome kind of slick chrome American PrinceA blue jean serenade and moon river, what you do to meAnd I don't believe you
Saw Cinderella in a party dressBut she was looking for a nightgownI saw the devil wrapping up his handsHe's getting ready for the showdown
I saw the minute that I turned awayI got my money on a palm tonight
Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fireShe says she always knew he'd come aroundAnd the decades disappear like sinking shipsBut we persevere, God gives us hopeBut we still fear what we don't know
The mind is poisonCastles in the sky sit stranded, vandalizedA drawbridge is closin'
Saw Cinderella in a party dressBut she was looking for a nightgownI saw the devil wrapping up his handsHe's getting ready for the showdown
I saw the ending when they turned the pageI took my money and I ran awayStraight to the valley of the great divide
Out where the dreams are highOut where the wind don't blowOut here, the good girls dieAnd the sky won't snow
Out here the birds don't singOut here the fields don't growOut here the bell don't ringOut here the bell don't ringOut here the good girls die
Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleepIt's such a bitter form of refugeOh, don't you know, the kingdom's under siegeAnd everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sunOr did you leave it back in '61?In the cadence of a young man's eyesI wouldn't dream so high