jueves, 27 de noviembre de 2008
miércoles, 12 de noviembre de 2008
Ending Theme
"To be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be
Sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door
And I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me
That made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know
'Cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed?
Blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?
Confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
With the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know
But I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you
But still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you
But I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear
Beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know."
Ending Theme - Pain Of Salvation
Sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door
And I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me
That made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know
'Cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed?
Blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?
Confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
With the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know
But I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you
But still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you
But I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear
Beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know."
Ending Theme - Pain Of Salvation
martes, 11 de noviembre de 2008
Como soy mandonea'o...
En OpenSUSE me dijeron "ponga este bonito banner en su blog..." y yo dije: "Meeeeh...."
sábado, 1 de noviembre de 2008
El tiempo no cambia nada...
A veces pensamos que el pasar del tiempo influye mucho en las personas, cuando en realidad son las vivencias/experiencias las que realmente lo hacen, y como éstas están dispersas en el tiempo es más fácil asociarlas con este último.El domingo pasado tuve la oportunidad de encontrarme con un amigo que no veía hace años; y pude constatar gratamente, que cuando las personas son íntegras, normalmente lo seguirán siendo...
Nunca me he arrepentido de las amistades que he hecho. Siempre me he destacado por ser muy selectivo de mis amigos, porque para mí dar la mano significa que mi confianza reposa en los valores del otro y viceversa. Y soy selectivo no por mero capricho, sino porque además es extremadamente satisfactorio encontrarse con un amigo y darse cuenta que es como volver atrás en el tiempo, como si no hubiesen pasado todo esos años, que la amistad no se rige por las leyes de la física.
El tiempo no es agua que pasa bajo el puente de la amistad.
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