El miedo es la excusa para no intentarlo
6/30/2011
6/29/2011
6/28/2011
6/27/2011
I wanna live life
and never becruel
and I wanna live life
and be good to you
and I wanna fly
and never come down
and live my life
and have friends around
we never change, do we?
we never learn, do we?
Un verdadero amigo es alguien que te conoce tal como eres, comprende dónde has estado, te acompaña en tus logros y tus fracasos, celebra tus alegrías, comparte tu dolor y jamás te juzga por tus errores.
and never be
and I wanna live life
and be good to you
and I wanna fly
and never come down
and live my life
and have friends around
we never change, do we?
we never learn, do we?
Un verdadero amigo es alguien que te conoce tal como eres, comprende dónde has estado, te acompaña en tus logros y tus fracasos, celebra tus alegrías, comparte tu dolor y jamás te juzga por tus errores.
6/23/2011
Todo el tiempo estamos entre el sí y el no. Elegir entre sí y no tal vez sea la decisión más difícil de tomar. Hay veces en que la diferencia entre decir si o decir no puede ser determinante, puede cambiar tu vida para siempre. El no ya lo tengo, dice alguien para darse coraje, porque el ‘no’ es lo que nos rige; decimos que no a todo, todo el tiempo. Pero a veces, algunos decimos ‘sí’; a veces decimos ‘sí’ sin medir las consecuencias, y ese sí cambia todo. De una chica rapidita decimos que tiene el sí fácil, pero ¿no se trata de eso la vida?¿De decir sí, de avanzar, de vivir? El sí nos compromete, y nos desnuda; el sí expone nuestros deseos; el sí señala que algo nos falta. Una vez más estamos ante esa decisión; que todo siga siendo no, o animarse al sí y zambullirnos en la vida, esta vida que vivimos deteniendo todo el tiempo con el NO.
6/21/2011
A wise man sat in the audience and cracked a joke. Everybody laughed hard. After a moment, he cracked the same joke again. This time, less people laughed. He cracked the same joke again and again. When there is no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said:
You can't laugh at the same joke again and again, but why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?
You can't laugh at the same joke again and again, but why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?
6/20/2011
6/19/2011
Daddy's Day
Her hair up in a ponytail, her favourite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy’s Day
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all
About a dad she never sees,
Her hair up in a ponytail, her favourite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy’s Day
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls.
Día del Padre
Su pelo atado con una cola de caballo, su vestido favorito con un moño
Hoy era el día del padre en la escuela, y estaba ansiosa por ir
Pero su madre le dijo, que tal vez debería quedarse en casa
Porque los niños probablemente no entenderían, si iba a la escuela sola
Pero ella no tenía miedo; sabía exactamente que decir
Que contarles a sus compañeros, en este día del Padre
Aún preocupada su madre, de que enfrentara este día sola
Porque los niños probablemente no entenderían, si iba a la escuela sola
Pero ella no tenía miedo; sabía exactamente que decir
Que contarles a sus compañeros, en este día del Padre
Aún preocupada su madre, de que enfrentara este día sola
Una vez más, trato de convencer a su hija de que se quedara en casa
Pero la niña fue a la escuela, ansiosa por contarles a todos
Acerca de un padre que nunca ve,
De un padre que nunca llama.
Pero la niña fue a la escuela, ansiosa por contarles a todos
Acerca de un padre que nunca ve,
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called, a student from the class
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching, for a man that wasn’t there
“Where’s her daddy at?” She heard a boy call out
“She probably doesn’t have one.” Another student dared to shout
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say
“Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day”
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called, a student from the class
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching, for a man that wasn’t there
“Where’s her daddy at?” She heard a boy call out
“She probably doesn’t have one.” Another student dared to shout
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say
“Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day”
6/18/2011
6/17/2011
6/16/2011
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
6/15/2011
6/14/2011
6/13/2011
6/11/2011
SIEMPRE FUIMOS TRES
Con Lilo and Stitch , Aprendí el valor de la familia y la amistad; Con Tinker Bell, Me enteré de que nunca es demasiado tarde para corregir un error; Con Shrek, Me enteré de que no se necesita ser perfecto para tener un final feliz; Con Toy Story, Aprendí que no importa cuánto tiempo pase, la amistad verdadera es la que durará para siempre; Con Bob Esponja, Aprendí que si creo, todos mis sueños pueden hacerse realidad; Con Monsters Inc., Aprendí que la amistad puede ocurrir entre las personas más distintas; Y con La Bella y la Bestia, aprendí que el amor no tiene nada que ver con la apariencia, pero si con lo que existe dentro de su corazón.
6/10/2011
6/09/2011
6/08/2011
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