"Cuando Gregor Samsa se despertó una mañana después de un sueño intranquilo, se encontró sobre su cama convertido en un monstruoso insecto..."



Decisiones...

Siempre se ha dicho que la vida esta plagada de  grandes decisiones, pasos decisivos... La famosa encrucijada: eliges el camino de la izquierda y estás toda la vida preguntándote que habría pasado si hubieras elegido el de la derecha. Afortunadamente (creo yo por lo menos), no podemos dar media vuelta. La decisión esta tomada.

El mundo se nos echa encima y quizá siendo un poco "catastrofista" me digo a mi mismo que pronto tendremos que elegir entre lo que es correcto y lo que es fácil. Espero que el sacrificio valga la pena.

A mi manera...

*Leer detenidamente y escuchar, por  favor. (Nunca me había fijado en la letra).

My way

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
" Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!


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La Naturaleza nos da otro aviso... simplemente reflexionemos.

Apocalypse Now


"Hueles eso? ¿Lo hueles muchacho? Es napalm. Nada en el mundo huele así. ¡Qué delicia oler napalm por la mañana!. Un día bombardeamos una colina y cuando todo acabó, subí. No encontramos un solo cadáver de esos chinos de mierda. ¡Qué pestazo a gasolina quemada! Aquella colina olía a... victoria"

Tras carnavales (con un maravilloso disfraz de reloj) que mejor que una tarde con Coppola...