Thoughts on greatness... on friday

Love all, trust few, do wrong to none.

Kindness is nobler ever than revenge.

All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it.

Words without thoughts never go to heaven.

... It would be great if everyone understand the true means of his own acts; but as a matter of fact; this happens not.

Toque para 5

Parece que a resumidas cuentas las conjeturas sobre el estatus de los retos presentes; no son ni remotamente una idea de su concepción original. De pronto me encuentro un poco inmerso en aquellos circulos que jure repudiar y que no del todo comprendo en su totalidad; ademas de una constanse sensación de saturación que no me deja dormir alguna veces. Creo que comienza a ser momento de considerar una pausa un poco mas prolongada en todos estos temas y recuperar un poco de las cosas que me hacen ser yo mismo.

No quiero llegar al punto de considerar declararme cansado de las cosas que mas disfruto; asi que habrá que aprovechar una pequeña pausa de rutina (... que a la vez puede convertirse fácilmente en un cambio de postura).

We're seein' things in a different way
And God knows it ain't his
It shore ain't no surprise...

Sing for absolution

La variante que la ecuación existencial individual es dificil de definir pero hasta cierto punto fácil de entender...

"...time has come to make things right...you and I must fight to survive..."

"...you could be the one I´ve always lose... pieces of a life with happy form..."

"This love is too good to last, and I´m too old do dream..."

"I´ll be there as soon as I can, I´m busy mending broken pieces of my past life..."

" Revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead..."

"I´m freezing and losing my way ... I don´t need another map of your head...!"

Pax

MOP

Feeling as a matter of time to find out the exact milestone of all oncoming thoughts; the experienced sense of emptyness is now far away from the originally conceived idea. I was really expecting to find a reason to say "Ok, it will be worth not to do it" (along with a procrastinative hope of gathering enough reasons); and even at this point I wonder if there was a true motivation.

Reality is like this every-day slap that brings current state for our lives. At this point I realize that the same feeling I'm expecting to happen as a trigger is preciselly the one that keeps me aware of it. I've stated the goal and now (really?) found the means to go for it. At the end, this is a struggle with myself.

The true value of a jar is not the material it is made of; but the empty space it houses.

Ethereal Question...

I think I'm drowning
Asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
That you've created
You're something beautiful
A contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

You will be the death of me
You will be the death of me
Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know
I'm trapped sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation

You will squeeze the life out of me

Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

How did it come to this?
You will suck the life out of me
Bury itI won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?