In these days of late and early stages of new ones, when it's time to think about the future, often one remembers his childhood, and many with dreams of fire, policemen, astronauts or presidents. Too many scientists have been imagined, of which I was not precisely. But now that I think about it, how good it would be. Sure, there would be nothing most wonderful break any limits, defy the laws of gravity, space, time. And if you think even more specifically, to manipulate time would be the most wonderful thing that could happen, stop, forward, rewind. Many want to know what will happen to their lives during a period of years, if ever leave the everyday or sink further into poverty and the lives they lead unchanged and that they are also much more. Also, back in time, correct errors, change the course of history, think that "if it were not for ...", things would different and this would be much more grayish color rainbow that is now covered for many. Stop
time. Perhaps seeing well at a first glance, the utility would be more important some tricks of children wanting to do things that others can not see. But if we take it to a more "mature", their real utility would then have gone through two previous stages, ie, have receded and / or have advanced developments to its normal course. And if I'm even more careful, I just forwarded me back. When you turn back you would realize that in a blink eye, everything perfect, as happy as you were, all the harmony of your life has evaporated. And that's when you opt for, or reach the time when the harmony was broken, not to cause the break, or stop time and take advantage of every moment, squeeze it, taste it, feel it throughout your body and give you the most.
and all rely Now think to yourself: which of the two options would you take? I'm pretty sure you say the first because, of course, anyone would like to have your life in an absolute perfection, with all and all I wanted at all times. Well, think again and this time consider this: the man is still can not (and perhaps never will be) to manage time at will, therefore, neither is technically possible, but there is one that is closer. Yes, the second precisely.
things I've come up with "bad reputation", I have tried for acts of a few years ago (as I said in my previous letter, was a different person almost), I have almost insulted and yet I do not regret than I could have done. Sure, I won "notorious", but instead got many good times with each new experience that was happening, not everything is free, obviously. And if you put things in a balance to achieve a balance. For all the "bad" you have to see something "bueno".
A estas alturas del escrito, a mí mismo me suena a cursilería barata. Por el contenido, por el modo de escribir (lo de dirigirme a cada persona particularmente). Pero qué va, a estas alturas que se vaya todo al carajo. Que piensen lo que quieran. Mucho más no tengo que perder . Porque, cuando hace un mes creía que el fin de mi etapa escolar iba a ser perfecto, en un par de semanas todo se fue literalmente a la mierda: personas que tenía en un sitial se me cayeron de ahí, otras se dieron vuelta la chaqueta y salieron con un lado insospechado. En resumen, los esquemas se derrumbaron por completo.
Pero asimismo, "A todo lo "malo" hay que verle algo 'bueno' ". Estoy descubriendo gente fabulosa, así como estoy forjando las verdaderas relaciones que tendré aseguradas para mi vida. Esa gente "nueva" tiene nombres: la Ely, Tamara (y otras virtuales, como la CamiL). Y las relaciones consolidadas: Kco, Pablo, Geofrey, Cristian, y otras que se me quedan en el tintero. A todos ustedes, y como diría el capo Cerati (ya homenajeado por mí), y de corazón:
Muy lindo lo de anoche. Una conversación improvisada, y son precisamente ésas las que suelen ser more valuable.
Truth never thought I would give the impression that I seek to give to such an extent that people perceive things to me that neither I know I have, you see an evolution on this scale you can find almost two different personalities in me from a couple years ago to the day. For example, the tenderness that two people told me yesterday that I have, could not be argued with facts (although one of those people told me that I could tell by the look), but only perceived through my presence : It is very gratifying and satisfying to know that one is able to radiate feelings, better even subconsciously, that is, in itself that is inherent to me, at least is worth infinitely more than someone looking to cause it. As I said yesterday to the "miss", and also some people who've met me know, this person I am now the Diego you see and hear every day has been forged slowly and primarily one desire: that of "uniqueness." This little word I made very recurrent in describing my personality, and I've looked in every sensible thing that comes to me to find a trail that indicates it is I who is speaking, writing, singing, etc. .: my way of speaking, with that strange accent and some siútico, perhaps, my words something gimmicky or my rant overwhelming trying to make a difference, trace, similar thing happens with a certain audacity to tell me that I have the time to say things to provoke him aterración any mortal, and that I do not even uncombed. Perhaps the latter can be seen as negative for the rest, but I served as a financial year has really helped me be who I am today, has given me security and I have learned not to frighten an adverse scenario, but stay calm, do not blush and try to resolve the situation as it should be something like cause problems to solve them yourself (try it, see it work). By the way, thank you very much to those that show me what I intend to show, they do not know how rewarding it feels to meet the expectations of oneself.
Presto my space this time to help the cause of my Lyceum, to the promotion of Student Song Festival, and more particularly helping my friend and teammate Andres Vargas, president of the Autonomous regions Liceo San Antonio. XXXVIII
LPSA Student Song Festival (10 and November 11)
ENTRIES: 17, 18 and October 19 CONTROL IN THE TABLES THAT WILL BE AVAILABLE IN THE ESTABLISHMENT 16:30 to 20:30.
GENRES:
- INTERNATIONAL - ORIGINAL - FOLKLORE (national and Latin American)
SHORTLIST: The selection will take place on 20 and 21 October, at the following times:
1. FOLK Friday 20: 17:00 to 18:30 hrs. 2. ORIGINAL Friday 20: 20:18:30 term 3. INTERNATIONAL Saturday 21: 12:30 to 16:00 hrs. and from 16:30 hrs. onwards.
One month without news and I am almost pathologically guilty for having this site, aparententemente overlooked. Not so. Happens that is not observable, of course, but at least I visit daily to see if any new post or a special promised me to be (yes ma'am Espindola, you will. Still hope). Again today not write at length. I am in a time of relative emotional stability, I'm doing too well academically and some wonder how a "lack of problems." But, if there were a fan of my writing, I say that something is coming soon, just give me the time I psych, which I could not do this month.
Come to the point ...
"More of my weird music" ... it is. About a month ago and more were presented with a bit of my musical tastes low profile, and the subject Muse Stockholm Syndrome (now not so: the band has two tracks circulating in Rock and Pop, which has thrilled me) and this time is the turn of a band, I think, on this side of the world few of us are lucky enough to meet her.
His name is The Arcade Fire, from Montreal, Canada. A band too peculiar, endowed with great talent, great people and a great orchestra, plus a huge dose of theatricality, as seen in the video below.
sublime will know what, maybe not in this work of art, but for sure if they will dare to find out more about these Canadians and explore the sounds of feelings and passions.
pass I leave a couple of links Super 45 (independent music site, down in my links), which corresponds to an article about what they talked a little higher: the sublime.
"A Rush of Blood to the Head" is the name of the second album by Coldplay, one of my favorite bands, in fact, my nick it denotes. This compact is among the favorites of my club. For those who do not know, literal translation to the English language is "A rush of blood to the head" (...) A blast ... to the head ... of course, something like this happened more or less on Tuesday to find her, unexpectedly, to me. Worth pointing out, of course, the difference: this time there was a rush of blood, exactly, but rather ideas, occurrences, assumptions, fictions and the like. some time this girl and I was attracted in principle to their being, and mainly, his gaze always unsatisfied. Fine features, overwhelming elegance, much of it from there could not say. Humanist, but for real, my first approach to it, despite having been indirect, went to see it in black and white, ready for mime performance. Shooting happened and I noticed his departure. I could not see his act, we were not allowed, so the flag was made of dressing at that time of "Gallic" art, which had already left the scene with my course. As I said, was in the hall, talking with a buddy and a couple of teachers when the mime happened and I did ask one of the teachers (Some confidence) for it, more specifically, his name stayed with me, and his friend, until the day of our first direct encounter.
few months have already passed on that occasion. Many things have happened, stories are ending, so the case will start writing new ones. This is how it emerged, somewhat unexpectedly, as to what has brought me despite its recent start and how it has started, although I saw, so true, that would be imminent.
Tuesday afternoon, take the bus that takes me home. Was half full, as several came up behind me, I sat in the window seat of two books that were and waited for the bus began its march. Others who came up behind me continued his march towards rear seats and between those currency, very close: I could say that at one point he hesitated to sit next to me, but then surely did. The last of the types of Liceo that went up at the bus stop handing out tickets to fellow institution: I gave two to me, mine and she . I gave it, said a brief "thank you" and there began a new history: an atmosphere of incompleteness was in the air, a smile and a wave in my face denote such a state. The opportunity to write the first line was, but I did not take: I was unable to guide word, and as soon as I know, I chose to resign, I settled the headphones (again with me as usual) and I turned on the theme of the day. Anyway, I could not have spoken, but would not mean anything, it was clear that an opportunity like that, with the "atmosphere" would not be special again, so I remembered a story about a good friend and I thought all the way to our drop in to write on paper first, to engage at least a written conversation. The original idea gave way to a simpler one, also taken from an anecdote, this time, a companion, my mail on paper. So I did. He took it immediately, and I got off the bus thinking about my somewhat impulsive action, which was sure that I regret. After waiting an eternal afternoon resigned myself to not see the window of Messenger appear indicating when someone adds, took millions of conclusions but did not want to give more validity to any without waiting for your reaction. Wednesday
rare. I arrived very urged, almost not wanting to see. Somehow a my opinion prevailed, that of his selflessness, and did not know which side to face her. As the day wore on my conclusion was pulverized, followed me with his eyes all the time looking for the chance to break the silence almost eternal. The end of that strange day came with its appealing look and smile, then not divisible until yesterday.
decision Thursday. I feared that my lack of interest may have dissipated, which for my taste, did not happen. That day was determined to get me all shyness or repairs that had to approach a time and see what had caused the reaction on Tuesday. A conversation she had with my godmother was the perfect way to go to accomplish my goal: stay on leave together. At the exit, under a torrential rain, he had long cherished the opportunity, at least for me. The event exceeded my expectations by far, its seriousness, its goals, safety and ease of expression made it perfect. With the rain on our heads we parted on the passage home Silvia, as today, one day modeled as yesterday, except for rain, of course.
Above said "I got off the bus thinking about my somewhat impulsive action, which was sure that I do not regret" . With regard to repentance I've always had one sentence: "Time will tell" , but lately I've seen with some resentment, because I do not favored, however, this new history has begun to perfection, and had a good start, hopefully Have a good development, a great climax and an even better outcome. This time, for good, says time.
