Y como del dicho al hecho hay mucho trecho y como el hecho ya transcurrió vamos a valernos del dicho para resumir grandes actos y pequeños acuerdos, entre el escritor y su historia, entre su memoria y su olvido, entre tu y yo.

domingo, 27 de junio de 2010

Young Blood.

It's not that I believe that everything happens for a reason. I just think some things are meant to be broken, imperfect, chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be like a few holes in the road. That is how life is. If everything was smooth and perfect, you would get too used to that, you know? You've got to have a little disruption now and then, otherwise, you will never really enjoy the moments things go right.

At this age, everything is changing. Day by day and over night. We don't notice it, but just looking back over the last years of our lives we would realize everything has. People you thought were going to be there forever, aren't. And people you never imagined you'd be speaking to, are now some of your closest friends. Life makes little sense, and the more we grow up, the less sense it will make. So, make it happen now before it all changes once again, because in the near future, all of this moments will only be memories.

Yes, we are young and we can do whatever we want to.
Yes, we are getting older blink by blink. But then again, youth is in our head, heart and actions. Not in our age.

"Band of gold with a diamond implied. You wrote letters that you never sent. I made promises I'll always deny, now we'll never know what the other meant"- Norah Jones.

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