jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2011

I wish...

Wishing is the simplest part, achieveing is a whole diferent thing...

I wish I could follow, but I know I must guide...
I wish I could fall, but I know I must rise...
I wish I could hate, but I know I must love...

Sometimes I wonder, is it the wreckening rage vulturing over the absorbing hunger beneath my skin, or the self-awareness of something awakening inside my jousting mind that drives me into the limits of sanity, destruction or glory...

And as I find myself hovering above my thoughts, I know who I am, I know what I want... But I am depleted, I am tired of searching just to find I arrived a little too soon or a little too late...

It is not a matter of fighting, I would fight till the end, it is not about loving, I would love till the end...

Maybe I have been too valiant, too proud or too fool to acknowledge the truth... If hope doesn't come soon... I may someday wake up and say: FUCK IT I'M TURNING TO THE DARK SIDE.





miércoles, 9 de noviembre de 2011

Tiempo


El tiempo no tiene tiempo, es infinito, es finito. Poco puede pasar en miles de años, pero tanto puede suceder en un segundo... Es inútil temer a la muerte. No se debe vivir para siempre para ser inmortal, solo se necesita un segundo de gloria que nos vuelva eternos.

Podría soñar con días donde poder soñar, podría desear días en donde poder desear, podría esperar años a vivir... Pero no pienso esperar más. El miedo nos puede paralizar, nos puede destruir. Pero en cada segundo nunca debemos de tener miedo a tener miedo...

lunes, 7 de noviembre de 2011

Invictus

by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.