Bob Marley's...

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. 
Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.” 

John Lennon says...

"There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. 


When we are afraid, we pull back from life. 


When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.” 

Carta abierta a Cupido. por http://nicocav.blogspot.com/

Carta abierta a Cupido. por http://nicocav.blogspot.com/

Y me hago problema por el 14 de febrero cuando estoy solo los 365 días restantes. 

y vos estás ahí, volando como un pelotudo, con flechas doradas, un pañal cagado y encima la gente te aplaude y se regalan chocolates, ¡chocolates en verano! dejame de joder.

No sé si vos te manejás con el mismo sistema que Papa Noel, pero tengo ganas de decirte un par de cosas.

¿A dónde van todos mis recuerdos? 

¿A dónde?, quiero saber dónde queda la memoria de esos labios que alguna vez besé y ya no están, esos peluches cursis con corazones rojos y carteles, que de un momento a otro se pueden convertir en el peor recuerdo del mundo,

¡Y terminamos odiando a un osito! ¿A vos te parece?.

Es triste saber que lo más cerca que estuve de vos es haber visto Cupido Motorizado en Disney Channel, y ya sé que todo este temita de las flores lo hacés por una cuestión comercial, que me parece bárbaro eh, vos también tenés que subsistir.

Yo no te voy a pedir ni un amor, ni que te cures del Mal de Parkinson porque no la estás embocando hace varios años, nada de eso.

Quería saber si en esta temporada podrías dejar de afilar las flechas,

nunca me enamoré, y tengo miedo de que me duela.

It is fun to have fun but

YOU HAVE TO KNOW HOW

BEBÉ POR INTERNET

The Prelude Pathétique

“When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened, it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it. Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum psychics, they can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again. It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality. For example, those nurses, they’re wearing next season Calvin Klein, and so am I. And the shoes, custom Giuseppe Zanotti. I tipped their gauze caps to the side like Parisian berets because I think it’s romantic, and I also believe that mint will be very big in fashion next Spring. Check out this nurse on the right, she’s got a great ass. Bam. The truth is, back then at the clinic, they only wore those funny hates to keep the blood out of their hair. And that girl on the left, she ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple of hours ago. They only gave her the gummy bears. I’d wished they’d only given me the gummy bears.”

El dinero no da la FELICIDAD, pero procura una sensación tan parecida, que necesita un especialista muy avanzado para verificar la diferencia.

Woody Allen