Temptation

There is a child in all of us that loves to play. Whether it's videogames, laser tag, Risk or Dominoes, our competitive spirit always awakens when we see the potential of a game. But when the stake is your heart and the game is flirting everyhting changes. Some sense danger and carefully back out while others are drawn to it like a firefly to the deadly flames.

As I grow old you would assume that I should become more carefull. But instead, as I turn into a responsible adult and as danger becomes more and more forbidden, it aslo becomes more and more tempting. So now the question is, will I burn my wings once more or kill my insidious dreams while I still can...

CUTE

To remind me of Ricardo
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Losing

There are different ways of not enjoying what we have.

Some look too much towards the future and somehow forget about the present. Others remember the past living in a world that used to be rather than the world that there is. And then there are those like me who appreciate the present for what it is, but don't enjoy it fully because they fear it would end. Every special moment, every amazing friend are all shadowed by the realization that one day it will all be over.

If it is under change that we can reach our maximum potential why is it that secretly we can't help yearning for security?And then, if things change, if one experience is over it only make space for other great adventures to come.

Then why this stupid feeling of loss still lingering on the bottom of my stomach?

LadyBug

I went out to lunch yesterday and when I got back I noticed her. Small and yellow, she was stolling sad up and down my black sweater.

"My wing is broken, you see.." she explained with a tiny voice.

I suddenly remembered leaning back on my chair a second before. Just like that, without a thought, I crippled her.

"I'll offer you a home" I said. "Stay here and eat my green tree, he won't mind". She smiled as I was noticing two leaves frown their angry faces at me.

Oh well, what can you do.
So now she is my new guest, dwelling on my little tree under the bright white light of my lamp. Would you come to say hi, and maybe tell her how one day the wing will heal and she will fly away? And maybe, if it's not to heavy, would you help me believe she will carry away my secret wish on her wings?

Relativity

They are quite interesting you know, the ways of life.

There is a myth I was reminded of lately in one of Coehlo's newsletters, Warrior of the Light, The myth of Eros and Psyche. This myth says that love (Eros) and the soul(Pshyche)are always meant to be together. Coehlo concludes saying that "Whoever does not accept this and tries to find an explanation for magical and mysterious human relations will miss the best part of life."

Obviously Coelho is not an engineer.

Because I am one, after reading Coehlo's story I am left wondering how come what others say tends to influence us much in our likings of another human being... So when your friend likes someone and you tell them your opinion, you might be actually be ruining their lives, no matter what you say. Let's say you are supportive and they end up liking that person even more. They end up spending a fabulous holiday with them, they fall in love, but then something goes wrong. He never calls back, he turns out to be a jerk. Then can't help feeling a part of the guilt is yours, thinking that maybe if you had said something, nothing would have ever gone wrong. And then there is the case when you stop a friend from dating someone, and years later they come and tell you how sorry they are they didn't and how maybe they made the mistake of their life.

It is all so realitve you see, the good and bad in everyone. It will always be two spheres of influence, clashing, there will always be risks. Depending on the angle you shine the light, and depending on what is left in the shadows, they might be the one, or definettly not the one. It is all about you in the end, about the things you are willing to overlook and about taking everything your friends say with a grain of salt.

Other famous people

Chao

Chao is famous now

Lonley

Eterna soledad...
el tiempo danza en la madrugada,
y no podés dormir si están
todas las luces apagadas.

Ya se fue el tren y esta calle
nunca más será igual.
Aprendiste a tener miedo pero
hay que correr el riesgo
de levantarse y seguir cayendo.

No hay nada que perder
cuando ya nada queda en el vaso.
Y no podés saber qué fuerte
es el poder de un abrazo.

Eterna soledad :: Los Enanitos Verdes

It's the same old story.

You meet someone.
You think he or she is cute.
You become friends thinking that the cute part doesn't matter, I mean let's face it a lot of your friends are cute.
You flirt because it's more fun.
One day, as you are talking to her or him you realize how amazing they are.
Not long after you realize you have a crush.
You make a few hints, none of them bold or successfully.
You go away for a while or they go away for a while, you think you'll forget about it.
You don't, it only gets worse.
The separation period ends, you think you're over it until you see them.
It's worse than you thought.
You give up.
You start acting awkward.
The friendship is over.
You cry for three days.

Sad ending:
You stop hanging out with them.

Happy ending:
You become friends again after some time passes and this time you can really be friends.

Stupid ending:
They actually liked you too but they were as awkward as you to make a move. They confess that when you've gotten over them.

Tragic ending:
You get together eventually but they have to leave the country and never come back, you can't mess up with fate.