Aprendí

Aprendí a no tenerte, pero no a no quererte. Aprendí, que no se puede tener lo que no quiere ser tenido. Aprendí, que no importa cuánto lo quiera, no puedo. Aprendí a tenerte, sin tenerte en lo absoluto. Aprendí a acostumbrarme, a tenerte, a no tenerte, pero sobre todo a quererte. Aprendí a vivirte, sin saberte. Aprendí a extrañarte, a esperarte. Aprendí a recordarte, sin esfuerzo. Aprendí a creerte, que nunca te perdería. Aprendí a perderte. Aprendí a borrarte, sin superarte. Hoy no sé cómo, no tenerte, ni quererte. Hoy no sé cómo, tenerme, sin tenerte. Pero más que nada, hoy, no sé cómo querer, sin quererte. Hoy, aprendí a olvidarte.

not

I haven't written anything that wasn't about calculus o algebra in quite a few time now. Months, maybe years. It's hard to get back.
I believe that when you stop doing something you like for a while, it gets inside your soul. And the loger you wait, the deeper it gets. The "writer" (I am not a writer, I just write) in me must be about a thousand yards deep inside my soul. For a moment I thought I lost her. I sat, thought, tried, and couldn't. I just couldn't write a word.
It used to be so easy... writing. Now it's not.

eso

Nunca me atacó un oso. Tal vez sea por eso que no tengo nada interesante sobre qué escribir. Tal vez sea porque mi mejor amigo acaba de llamarme de a 400 kms solo para decirme que anotara en un pedazo de papel que la cotización del dolar hoy en Uruguay es de 18.40 la venta y 19.10 la compra. Quizá sea porque nunca me animé a decir nada. O porque nunca tuve la oportunidad. Quizá hubiese sido diferente si hubiese tratado más, mejor. En una de esas fue solo por las decisiones, las mal tomadas. Me gustaría pensar que en cada momento hice lo que creí mejor, no solo para mí, sino para todos. Me duele admitir que no fue así. No me arrepiento de haber tomado las decisiones que tomé porque éstas me llevaron a tener lo que hoy tengo: el mejor novio del mundo y un grupo de amigos sin igual. Pero aún así me resulta imposible pensar que las cosas no podrían haber sido diferentes, mejores, mucho mejores.

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