Can you predict the future?? ... You can´t?? Oh, what a pity... then, if you don't know what will happen,
 STOP FUCKING MAKING STUPID PREDICTIONS ABOUT US.

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
- Woody Allen

Inseguridad:

"Inseguridad es el miedo a lo desconocido,es una duda permanente. Es ver pasar los acontecimientos, la vida ...y mirar indecisa sin saber que hacer, por temor a equivocarte, tal vez por temor a perder."

"Es un miedo a algo, que se refleja a partir de la incapacidad de al persona de realizar tareas por temor a equivocarse"

"A veces actua de una manera determinada en cada situacion segun como es cada uno. En determinadas situaciones dices y haces cosas que tu en ese momento te parecen las mas adecuadas. Al cabo de un rato piensas y analizas como has actuado pensando que repercusiones tienen en los demas que pensaran estos y si me rechazaran o no por ello."

"Te bloquea tu capacidad de ser uno mismo sin tener ningun prejuircio de lo que digan o piensen los demas. Pero analizandose a uno mismo y sobre todo conociendose a fondo se puede superar con exito. Y sobre todo dejando al margen a los demas y pensando que uno mismo es mas importante que los demas."

Yeah, that sounds simple to do, right? Shit.

Eclipse

What are you now?
What have you became?
Why have you changed?
I miss you as hell.

You used to hug me and kiss.
Call me your little princess.
Hide and seek behind the trees.

You're not the one I knew before,
the one I need, the one I loved.
I try my best, but it isn't worth.

Formula 1 on sundays,
sitting on your lap so cosy resguarding,
singing, dancing, you used to smile.
Now you're just caged in your mind.

Where are you now?
Wont you come back just for a while?
What made you change?
Guess I'm not a priority on your life.

An eclipse could happen from day to night,
I know that stars with different intensity they shine.
I can see a glimpse of light up far behind,
far away, second star to the right.

Love? (Essay)

Love. What's that? I don't know If I have ever felt it. Have you? How do you know it's love? I still can't make my mind about this. It's like a constant debate between being Summer Finn or Tom Hansen. Love... Summer swears she doesn´t believe it exists, and Tom has an unbreakable faith. He keeps falling in love each and every time, waiting for "the one". 

"Tom: Okay, but wait, what happens if you fall in love? 

Summer: You don't believe that, do you? 
Tom: It's love. It's not Santa Claus."

I truly think, Summer is just afraid. Her parents couldn't find it, why would she even look for it? To suffer? "Love is suffering" say some. It might be true, but.. Isn't love worth suffering? When you love someone you give the other person the power to destroy you completely. You hand them the axe that can cut off your head, but you hope and trust the other person won't do it, because they love you too. Vulnerable people like me and Summer, are too scared of consequences, the end is all we think about, we're pessimistics. We need to learn, how to enjoy the present, enjoy each second. Maybe it doesn't last forever, but you can't waste love, you can't prevent yourself from loving, because then, you won't be able to feel it. But as Eric Jong said "Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." 

Maybe love is like a disease, which starts presenting all these little symptoms, and you don't realize until it's too late. When the other person can make you smile with no words, and can make you cry the same way. When he or she is on your mind all day long, each of the 1440 minutes a day, the 604800 seconds of the week, to a point is almost unbearable, fantastically unbearable. Because everytime you're together problems are gone, the rest of the world disappears for a while. "To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia." as H.L. Mencken says. Maybe it's those butterflies in your stomach, your heart pounding on your throat, your breathing rushing, each time your hands brush. When you start noticing those little gestures which characterize your loved one, those that make you laugh remembering how stupidly in love you seem for noticing it, and when you can't sleep because being awake is already a dream come true. When you love each and every flaw, the other person's imperfection has you in awe, because it makes him or her perfect for you, and you feel it's the missing piece for your puzzle. Maybe, it is a lot simpler... Maybe it's when you put their happiness first.

You may think I'm too young to know about love, to even speak about it. But isn't love the one that makes you feel like a twee, unconscious, irresponsible teenager? "Love is too young to know what conscience is."- W. Shakespeare. Lot's of people tell me I'm crazy, that feeling like this is mad, but I agree with Nietzche, "There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." I don't know, love is just unexplainable, it breaks your inner order, your mind, it releases you. "Love to fault is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged and unconfined, and breaks all chains from everymind." - W. Shakespeare.

We may not know what it is, but we can't deny it's existence. If it doesn't exist, then why do we talk about it? Why do so many people write about it? Guess it is like Tom Hansen said, "You'll know it when you feel it". Let it be, don't be scared, let it get in your bones, ignite your soul, it may come to your door and struck you at any moment, and then, You'll know it.

"Todo tiene un final" dicen muchos, y tienen razón, bah, no se si todo, quizás dentro de mi fantasía creo que existen ciertas cosas, que son interminables, incluso después de la muerte. Mi fantasía, mi mundo de negación. Si, la verdad, no me gusta que las cosas tengan finales, aunque sea algo que tenga que aceptar. Quizás no me molesta el hecho de los finales, sino el miedo de nunca encontrar eso, que perdura, ese sentimiento sin fin. 
Yo se que las cosas se acaban en algún momento, pero no me gusta pensarlo, es como vivir pensando que todo lo que haces va a terminar, todo lo que tenés en algún momento no va a estar, todas tus relaciones con la gente van a terminar, tu vida va a terminar... Me amarga, me deprime, me hace perder el tiempo, tiempo que podría estar disfrutando, antes de que llegue el final. 
Por eso, no dejo que me amargue mas de unos minutos, recuerdo que son minutos desperdiciados, de tiempo preciado. 
Porque si las cosas se van a terminar, voy a aprovecharlas al máximo, hasta el último segundo.

"Thou art to me a delicious torment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person." - anonymous quote