defenitely is not a word

I love him. Definitely. I'm surely scared of saying it out loud. I'm even scared of saying it in my own language. That's me, I have always had my way of spoiling every good chance at happiness I get, and take my word on this, that doesn't happen very often. I have always had a way of making thing go my way too, and this is not gonna be the one and only exception. Saying "I love you" is not gonna be enough, and we both know that. For once in my life, I'm gonna be the one to take a step forward. He knows I love him. Now I have to prove it if I really want this to work.

over-eighties

For hundred of years humankind has been looking for the recipe of immortality. We have not found it yet bur we are getting closer and closer as people are living longer and longer. While science advances, along does medicine; who would tell two thousand years ago that people would live past the century? That the number of people over eighty in our population has grown is a fact. But the real question is, is that something we should be grateful for, or is that something that we should be afraid of? There is no simple answer to that, specially as it can be seen from to clearly different points of view: the elderly's point of view and the society's.

There is one main reason why the increase in the number of elderly people can benefit a society. In the first place, older people are nice and quiet. By this I mean that in a city with more elderly people than twenty-year-olds, vandalism rates would surely be low and there would be a notoriously smaller number of crimes than in an average city. Furthermore, the society wouldn't be the only benefited factor in that equation. The elderly's social lives would be enhanced. They would have more places to go as they would be the most abundant customer, they would meet more people their age, etc.

On the other hand, a society full of old people can carry with it a series of drawbacks. To start with, economy would be severely affected due to the fact that the elderly do not produce since they do not work. Also, they do not consume as much as young people as they stay at home and do not go out much. As for them, I do not see how this could be a disadvantage.

All things considered, even though the increase in life expectancy could certainly be seen as progress, there are some negative aspects that we should pay special attention to. As far as I am concerned, the over-eighties need to have their place in society, not to be the society itself.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous.How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. 
You should stand up for your right to feel your pain”.

J. Morrison

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Sueña que aún hay esperanzas. 

Que para mí, nada cambió.

Que para mí, tú sigues siendo el mismo.

Dime que aún es posible.

Que yo sigo siendo para ti, lo que fui. 

Piensa que lo nuestro nunca acabó.

Que simplemente nos alejamos.

Que la vida nos da otra oportunidad.

Que la vida nos vuelve a juntar.

                                                                                  Paulina Mönckeberg

i'd like to say we did it for the better of

I just don't want to ever have to miss you again. I love you; I must have said those words over a thousand times, but I didn't know what they meant til the day I met you. Well... maybe not til the they I actually met you. It took me so long to fall in love with you... so many falls, so many mistakes, and tears. It took me so much to love you that I don't even know if I'm in love with you or I`'m in love with the simplicity that things have always had when it comes to us. I don't have to shower, or wear make up. I don't need no skirts or fancy dresses. I don't have to try to make you like me because you already do, and what can be simpler than that?
Until some days ago I believed that you would love me no matter what. You have said that several times, and you have even proved it. Some times everything works so well, and then it just doesn't. Yo seem to change your mind about everything, so suddenly. Don't get me wrong, i don't mind about you changing your mind about things, but I do mind you changing your mind about us, about me. I would love to have the certainty that you're not just gonna wake up tomorrow wanting more, more than I will ever be able to give you.
I bet you say the exact same thing about me, how come we're so similar and so different at the same time?
We shouldn't we having these problems. We have always known how to ignore the important things, and maybe that's what got us here. I don't have a real explanation for what we both feel for each other. I used to think that it was one of those loves that could move mountains, but I'm starting to doubt that. It doesn't matter if we cannot agree on things, cause we have always found a way to make it not matter, to make it go away, to not letting it hurt. But I believe we're running out of strategies now.
We used to make such a great team, what happened to us? We've both made mistakes. I have, and you have too. But we never let those mistakes tear us apart until now. You introduced me to myself, and when you left you took me with you. I wish I could say things are better now, I truly wish I could say we are better off without each other. I can't speak for you, but, as for my self... I want you back.

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And here I am, a lonely girl who's only friend is this notebook, and, if I'm lucky maybe the pencil will like me too, I think we get along well though. Writing is my only passion and I'm not even good at it.

fascinantemente caótico

El flaco habla y yo me desmorono. No me interesa, no, en lo más mínimo lo que está diciendo. Crátilo y Hermogenes, Wilkins y Borges. Es tan perfecto, tan fascinantemente caótico.