Abrimos Las Alas Sin Saber Volar

lunes, 26 de julio de 2010

Y me regalas un cielo de estrellas cada noche,

un sol radiante en la mañana

aromas dulces y caricias suaves de lo que hoy sentimos,

de lo nuevo de sentir al verdadero amor con nosotros...

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brick by boring brick

She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong
Now she's ripping wings off of butterflies

With her feet on the ground
And her head in the clouds

Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Ba da ba da ba

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck 12
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
or the wolves gonna blow it down

With her feet on the ground
And her head in the clouds

Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't see it with your eyes
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
Cause if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah

Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

♪

Take the time to make some sense
Of what you want to say
And cast your words away upon the waves
Bring them back with acquiesce
On a ship of hope today
And as they fall upon the shore
Tell them not to fear no more
Sing it loud and sing it proud
And they...

Will dance if they want to dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t know
What is gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand won’t let you understand
Why we’re all part of the masterplan

I’m not saying right is wrong
It’s up to us to make
the best of all the things
that come our way.
And all the things that come have past
The answers in the looking glass
There’s four and twenty million doors
Down life’s endless corridor
Say it loud and sing it proud
And they...

Will dance if they want to dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t know
What is gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand won’t let you understand
Why we’re all part of the masterplan.

JODER

Adrenalina,impulso,
sensación de vida.
motivación,amor,
propósito real de ser.
joder!!
excusa de vivir,buscar,
hallar y continuar.
montado en decisiones,
deshaciendo interrogantes.
Extrema reacción,
lo que mas cuesta es dar,
abrir el corazón, vivir es festejar.
Atravesando laberintos,
superando fobias,
burlando miedos,
ignorando toda depresión.
joder!!
tan fácil es perder,
tan fácil es equivocarse,
perdiéndonos ,
buscando nuestro propio bienestar.
Extrema reacción
lo que mas cuesta es dar,
abrir el corazón,vivir es festejar.
Vas a reír, vas a llorar,
a recibir y a regalar.
vas a caer y a levantarte
cuantas veces puedas!!

festejemos!

¿Que es tener exito?

Es comenzar por tener un sueño.
Es estar comprometido con tus sueños.
Es tener confianza en uno mismo.
Es algo que no aparece por casualidad.
Es saber cambiar a tiempo.
Es saber que lo unico permanente es el cambio.
Es saber y poder delegar en los demas parte de tu tarea.
Es reconocerte en tus logros.
Es reconocer que te equivocaste.
Es pedir perdon.
Es reconocer que detras de cada acierto puede haber varios fracasos.
Es enamorarte de lo que haces.
Es no postergar y hacer el "ahora"
Es reconocewr las propias debilidades y fortalezas
Es no mirar hacia atras.
Es saber que no estamos solos.
Es no rendirse jamas.
Es disfrutar de cada momento.
Es pensar en positivo.
Es tener metas y perseverancia.
Es hacer las cosas lo mejor posible pero hacerlas.
Es tener claridad en los objetivos.
Es no hacer ni hacerse problema por las cosas pequeñas...