miércoles, agosto 31, 2011

An open way

From Solving tough problems
Author: Adam Kahane


There is a story about a man who wanted to change the world. He tried as hard as he could, but really did not accomplish anything. So he thought that instead he should just try to change his country, but he had no success with that either. Then he tried to change his city and then his neighborhood, still unsuccessfully. Then he thought that he could at least change his family, but failed again. So he decided to change himself. Then a surprising thing happened. As he changed himself, his family changed too. And as his family changed, his neighborhood changed. As his neighborhood changed, his city changed. As his city changed, his country changed, and as his country changed the world changed.

lunes, agosto 29, 2011

Time flies

I'm in love with this girl; I'm in love with this song


Adele
Someone like you


I heard that you're settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,

You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.

sábado, agosto 20, 2011

Exiliada

Yo sigo sin saber lo que es el destino


Estoy sentada en una silla un tanto incómoda; viendo como aquellos ven, simultáneamente un partido de baseball y una página abierta del grandioso Facebook. Estoy de regreso a este lado del nuevo mundo; del lado en que hace mas frío [en los costados y dentro en el ser] sentada mirando un par de casi desconocidos y al mismo tiempo encharcada en la ventana que tiene vista hacia el Danehy Park esperando que vengan a por mí y me lleven 40 minutos lejos de este piso.

En estos últimos dos días he dormido mas que nunca; perdiendo tiempo, caminando la ciudad de Cambridge por segunda vez, pasando por Harvard y por el M.I.T. y por un Downtown lleno de luces. Esta vez, mas que emoción, serena me encuentro, queriendo estar de vuelta a mi tierra que tantos lloriqueos le aquejan. Esta vez si que fue duro partir, mi cuerpo se siente en una libertad restringida; un estilo de exilio.

Las despedidas fueron varias, incluyendo un viaje con poca planificación a Valle Nuevo y la ciudad de Constanza, una sangría riquísima, unas pizzas italianas y unas charlas interminables. Sin embargo estoy de nuevo aquí, sentada esperando partir hacia el oeste del estado a ver mas familia y luego, a bajar a NYC para partir, finalmente a mi hogar momentáneo y a escribir una nueva historia que se esfume más rápido que doce meses a ver si la vida me premia y me pone de regreso al lugar en el que pertenezco verdaderamente.

Pero amén de los católicos; a seguir caminando, como diría Kevin en una de las canciones que andan sonando en el blog; "Do it now, timing is the answer to success"