There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together…
El Altar
Random mode
My best writing advice? Write something that people might not “enjoy” but will never forget. … Our tastes change with time, and something that persists has a chance of getting appreciated more in the future.
(Source: , via explore-blog)
Te ofrezco la vida entera, para empezar… ¿Qué importa perder, si no puedes ganar?
Hazme la noche y venme a buscar, que lo poco que pido, a cualquiera se da… Te ofrezco mis horas, las puedes romper; si quieres las llenas de llanto o de miel… Hazme la noche, y ven… vida mía.
All the vampires walkin’ through the valley
Move west down Ventura Boulevard
And all the bad boys are standin’ in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts
Sitios que me inspiran
Pensando en la comida del día de hoy, con dos de mis amigos más predispuestos a compartir dudas y a preguntarse “¿y que tal si…?”, decidí reunir esta pequeña lista de recursos. No es, de ninguna manera, una colección definitiva de links. Sólo se me ocurrió que podía colocar aquí los que recuerdo ahorita, y así regalárselos a más gente (si es que alguien curiosea por acá).
(en algún momento, me imagino, tendré que hacer un post en el viejo blog para reunir esto de modo más formal…)
El hecho de que en Twitter tengamos que limitarnos a 140 caracteres lo convierte en una herramienta poética muy poderosa. Si no tuviera esta limitante, sería una red social más. Parece una desventaja a primera vista pero, en realidad, toda modificación del lenguaje genera una literatura. Las limitantes de Twitter lo poetizan.
For we are more than simple shelters for our inner libraries; we *are* the sum of these actual accumulated books. Little by little, these books have made us who we are, and they cannot be separated from us without causing us suffering.
(via bookporn)
Opportunities to find deeper powers within ourselves come when life seems most challenging. Negativism to the pain and ferocity of life is negativism to life. We are not there until we can say ‘yeah’ to it all. To take a righteous attitude toward anything is to denigrate it. Awe is what moves us forward. As you proceed through life, following your own path, birds will shit on you. Don’t bother to brush it off. Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance. Having a sense of humor saves you.
When I write, I fall into the zone many writers, painters, musicians, athletes, and craftsmen of all sorts seem to share: In doing something I enjoy and am expert at, deliberate thought falls aside and it is all just there. I think of the next word no more than the composer thinks of the next note.
