La mentira - Alvaro Carrillo

Se te olvida
que me quieres a pesar de lo que dices
pues llevamos en el alma cicatrices
imposibles de borrar

Se te olvida
que hasta puedo hacerte mal si me decido
pues tu amor lo tengo muy comprometido
pero a fuerzas no será

Y hoy resulta
que no soy de la estatura de tu vida
y al soñar otros amores se te olvida
que hay un pacto entre los dos

Por mi parte
te devuelvo tu promesa de adorarme
ni siquiera sientas pena por dejarme
que ese pacto no es con Dios

Y hoy resulta
que no soy de la estatura de tu vida
y al soñar otros amores se te olvida
que hay un pacto entre los dos

Por mi parte
te devuelvo tu promesa de adorarme
ni siquiera sientas pena por dejarme
que ese pacto no es con Dios

Learning to fly - Tom Petty

Well, I started out
down a dirty road
Started out
all alone

And the sun went down
as I crossed the hill
and the town lit up
the world got still

I'm learning to fly
but I ain't got wings
Coming down
is the hardest thing

Well, the good ol' days
may not return
and the rocks might melt
and the sea may burn

I'm learning to fly
but I ain't got wings
Coming down
is the hardest thing

Well, some say life
will beat you down
Break your heart
steal your crown

So I've started out
for God knows where
I guess I'll know
when I get there

I'm learning to fly
around the clouds
but what goes up
must come down

I'm learning to fly
but I ain't got wings
Coming down
is the hardest thing

I'm learning to fly
around the clouds
but what goes up
must come down

I'm learning to fly
I'm learning to fly

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Pero lo más importante es... dónde consigo ese SOMBRERO??

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Ser fotógrafo

Ser fotógrafo es decidir que el método para interpretar la vida y revelar los hallazgos personales a otros va a ser la cámara.

Esta herramienta, similar al procesador de texto para un escritor, es un aparato con el que el fotógrafo expresa su punto de vista sobre la vida, la condición humana y el mundo que le rodea.

Como sucede con toda expresión artística y cultural, con el tiempo el dominio de las herramientas queda muy por detrás del contenido y el estilo de lo que uno quiere contar al público.

John Easterby

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Coming Home - Cinderella

I took a walk down a road
it's the road I was meant to stay
I see the fire in your eyes
but a man's got to make his way

So are you tough enough for my love
Just close your eyes to the heaven above
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

I took a ride in a world
I'll be spinnin' for the rest of my life
I feel your heart beatin' baby
Oh sometimes it cuts like a knife

So are you tough enough for my love
Just close your eyes to the heaven above
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

I'm coming home
where your love tonight can shine on me
I'm coming home
where your lovin' arms can set me free

I took a walk down a road
it's the road I was meant to stay
I see the fire in your eyes
but a man's got to make his way

So are you tough enough for my love
Just close your eyes to the heaven above
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

I'm coming home
Oh yeah
I'm on my way oh yeah
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Here we go oooh yeah, oooh
I'm on my way
Come on baby, come on now
Let your love, shine on me

Sing along, I'm on my way
Come on baby, oooh
Shine on, shine on, shine on me
Come on baby, I'm on my way
Come on baby, let you love shine on me
Oh yeah, shine on me
Oh yeah, shine on, shine on me
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

* * *

It's time to go home

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La felicidad está en los detalles

Ok, admito que tengo algo con las flores.

Estas fueron tomadas con el macro de la Canon A410. Y la verdad es que tomar este tipo de fotos me resulta lo más fácil y natural del mundo... porque así es como veo todo cuando me quito los lentes de contacto.

A lo que voy es que

It is by studying little things that we attain the great art of having as little misery, and as much happiness as possible - Samuel Johnson

Así es chicos y chicas del planeta tierra, la felicidad está en los detalles. Y en publicar florecitas diminutas para ustedes :)

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The Happiness Project

I had much to be happy about. I was married to Jamie, the tall, dark, and handsome love of my life; we had two delightful young daughters, seven-year-old Eliza and one-year-old Eleanor; I was a writer, after having started out as a lawyer; I was living in my favorite city, New York; I had close relationships with my parents, sister, and in-laws; I had friends; I had my health; I didn't have to color my hair. But too often I sniped at my husband or the cable guy. I felt dejected after even a minor professional setback. I drifted out of touch with old friends, I lost my temper easily, I suffered bouts of melancholy, insecurity, listlessness, and free-floating guilt.

As I looked out the blurry bus window, I saw two figures cross the street —a woman about my age trying simultaneously to balance an umbrella, look at her cell phone, and push a stroller carrying a yellow-slickered child. The sight gave me a jolt of recognition: that's me, I thought, there I am. I have a stroller, a cell phone, an alarm clock, an apartment, a neighborhood. Right now, I'm riding the same crosstown bus that I take across the park, back and forth. This is my life —but I never give any thought to it.

I wasn't depressed and I wasn't having a midlife crisis, but I was suffering from midlife malaise —a recurrent sense of discontent and almost a feeling of disbelief. "Can this be me?" I'd wonder as I picked up the morning newspapers or sat down to read my e-mail. "Can this be me?" My friends and I joked about the "beautiful house" feeling, when, as in the David Byrne song "Once in a Lifetime," we'd periodically experience the shock of thinking "This is not my beautiful house."

"Is this really it?" I found myself wondering, and answering, "Yep, this is it."

But though at times I felt dissatisfied, that something was missing, I also never forgot how fortunate I was. When I woke up in the middle of the night, as I often did, I'd walk from one room to another to gaze at my sleeping husband tangled in the sheets and my daughters surrounded by their stuffed animals, all safe. I had everything I could possibly want —yet I was failing to appreciate it. Bogged down in petty complaints and passing crises, weary of struggling with my own nature, I too often failed to comprehend the splendor of what I had. I didn't want to keep taking these days for granted. The words of the writer Colette had haunted me for years: "What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner."

I didn't want to look back, at the end of my life or after some great catastrophe, and think, "How happy I used to be then, if only I'd realized it."

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Once in a lifetime - Talking Heads

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, "Well... How did I get here?"

Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by / water flowing underground
Into the blue again / after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house!"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife!"

Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by / water flowing underground
Into the blue again / after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground

Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by / water flowing underground
Into the blue again / after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?"
And you may ask yourself, "Am I right?... Am I wrong?"
And you may say to yourself, "MY GOD!... WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by / water flowing underground
Into the blue again / into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones / there is water underground

Letting the days go by / let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by / water flowing underground
Into the blue again / after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime / water flowing underground

Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Look where my hand was
Time isn't holding up
Time isn't after us
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

Letting the days go by
Letting the days go by
Once in a lifetime (Let the water hold me down)
Letting the days go by...

* * *

This song deals with the futility of not being happy with the things you have. Like trying to remove the water at the bottom of the ocean, there's no way to stop life from moving on. The forces of nature (like the ocean) keep you moving almost without your conscious effort - like a ventriloquist moving a puppet.

"We're largely unconscious. You know, we operate half awake or on autopilot and end up, whatever, with a house and family and job and everything else, and we haven't really stopped to ask ourselves, 'How did I get here?'" - David Byrne.

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Me asusta pero me gusta

Alguna vez has tenido emociones encontradas al punto que pensás que sos bipolar?

No estás demente, es normal...

Watch this when you are upset and you won't be upset anymore.

Live your own dream - not someone else's dream

An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on doctor's orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.

"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American asked.

"Only a little while," the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English.

"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American then asked.

"I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends," the Mexican said as he unloaded them into a basket.

"But... What do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican looked up and smiled. "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, señor."

The American laughed and stood tall. "Sir, I'm a Harvard MBA and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased haul. Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats."

He continued, "Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los Angeles, and eventually New York City, where you could run your expanding enterprise with proper management."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, señor, how long will all this take?"

To which the American replied, "15–20 years. 25 tops."

"But what then, señor?"

The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."

"Millions, señor? Then what?"

"Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos..."

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Gracias

Gracias?

No...

Gracias a ti

por todo lo que hay de ti

en mi

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Júpiter y sus lunas con Nikon Coolpix P500

Esta es una foto de Júpiter que tomé con una Nikon Coolpix P500 y el zoom extendido a 36x. Se pueden apreciar Io (como un puntito justo arriba de Júpiter), Ganímedes, Europa y Calisto.

Abajo está la misma escena pero calculada por Winstars 2.0 (clic sobre la imagen para agrandar)


Usé trípode y lo tenía que estar ajustando cada 30 segundos porque Júpiter estaba corriendo como si estuvieran repartiendo bolsas solidarias en el monte Olimpo (yes, la economía afecta parejo).





PD

Ida y vuelta.

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Big time - Peter Gabriel

"Hi there"

I'm on my way, I'm making it
I've got to make it show, yeah
So much larger than life
I'm going to watch it growing

The place where I come from
is a small town
They think so small
They use small words
But not me
I'm smarter than that
I worked it out
I've been stretching my mouth
to let those big words come right out

I've had enough, I'm getting out
to the city, the big big city
I'll be a big noise
with all the big boys
There's so much stuff I will own

And I will pray to a big god
as I kneel in the big church

Big time
I'm on my way, I'm making it
Big time

Big time
I've got to make it show yeah
Big time

Big time
So much larger than life
Big time
I'm going to watch it growing
Big time

My parties all have big names
And I greet them with the widest smile
Tell them how my life is one big adventure
And always they're amazed
When I show them 'round my house, to my bed
I had it made like a mountain range
With a snow-white pillow for my big fat head

And my heaven will be a big heaven
and I will walk through the front door

Big time
I'm on my way, I'm making it
Big time

Big time
I've got to make it show, yeah
Big time

Big time
So much larger than life
Big time
I'm going to watch it growing
Big time

Big time
My car is getting bigger
Big time
My house is getting bigger
Big time
My eyes are getting bigger
Big time
And my mouth

Big time
My belly is getting bigger
Big time
And my bank account
Big time
Look at my circumstance
Big time
And the bulge in my
big big big big
big big big big
big big big big
big big
big

Más palabras sabias

Mientes tan bien - Sin Bandera

Que te quedarás conmigo una vida entera
que contigo adiós inviernos sólo primavera
que las olas son de magia y no de agua salada
yo te creo todo y tú no me das nada
tú no me das nada

Que si sigo tu camino llegaré hasta el cielo
tú me mientes en la cara y yo me vuelvo ciego
yo me trago tus palabras, tú juegas un juego
y me brilla el mundo cuando dices luego
cuando dices luego

Cuando dices siento
siento que eres todo
cuando dices vida
yo estaré contigo
tomas de mi mano y por dentro lloro
aunque sea mentira me haces sentir vivo
aunque es falso el aire
siento que respiro

Mientes tan bien
que me sabe a verdad
todo lo que me das
y ya te estoy amando

Mientes tan bien
que he llegado a imaginar
que en mi amor llenas tu piel
y aunque todo es de papel
mientes tan bien

Cuando dices siento
siento que eres todo
cuando dices vida yo estaré contigo
tomas de mi mano y por dentro lloro
aunque sea mentira me haces sentir vivo
aunque es falso el aire
siento que respiro

Mientes tan bien
que me sabe a verdad
todo lo que me das
y ya te estoy amando

Mientes tan bien
que he llegado a imaginar
que en mi amor llenas tu piel
y aunque todo es de papel
mientes tan bien

y aunque todo es de papel
mientes, lo sé

Me la pusiste complicada

Madrugada...

Vienen unos dias pero bien buenos para mi. Es curioso, debería de estar fogueado con tanta práctica pero

ya ves

y ni siquiera puedo ahogar esto en alcohol

lo más seguro es que

terminaría marcando tu número...

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8 años

Es lo mismo

2 años que 8 años

que 12 años

No hay nada más lejano que el minuto que acaba de pasar

y aunque estés ausente de tu propia vida

la vida sigue

el mundo sigue

las personas se van, las personas siguen sus planes

Lamentar el tiempo perdido es perder aún más el tiempo

Sólo quedan las lecciones y recordar tal vez que



era Domingo, hoy hace 8 años

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Oxygen mask

In the event of a decompression, an oxygen mask will automatically appear in front of you.

To start the flow of oxygen, pull the mask towards you.

Place it firmly over your nose and mouth, secure the elastic band behind your head, and breathe normally.

If you are travelling with a child or someone who requires assistance,

secure your mask on first,

and then assist the other person.

We wish you all an enjoyable flight.

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En peores me las he visto

Ok, lo admito:

A veces

algunas cosas me toman por sorpresa

(Otras no tanto, la verdad)

Después de un rato

la realidad me pega

y me doy cuenta que he sobrevivido cosas mucho peores

Balas, divorcios, accidentes de tránsito, policías nacionales y de EMETRA y otros rateros misceláneos, desengaños, trámites burocráticos, amenazas de muerte y un largo etcétera

l a r g o
y
g r a n d e
e t c é t e r a

Algo que nunca pierdo

es mi capacidad de recuperación

Vivo en el ahora

ser positivo es mi estado natural

optimista hasta el absurdo (hasta a Pollyana le daría vergüenza)

y yo solito me hago reír

y tengo un je ne sais quoi que te captura

(lo tengo y es tu perdición)

Te hago sentir bien

y me hago sentir bien

es mi don

y el output de mi creatividad y mi imaginación puede saturar al observador casual

Estoy demente

y tengo buena ortografía

Estoy vivo

y no en el sentido de "al menos estoy vivo"

si no más bien

estoy vivo

y eso significa TODO



No sé que vaya a pasar con algunas cosas

pero sí sé

qué va a pasar conmigo :)

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Moneda

Cuando la moneda está en el aire

flipping...

flipping...

flipping...

flipping...

flipping...

es cuando te das cuenta...

flipping...

flipping...

flipping...

flipping...

flipping...

que ya sabes lo que quieres...

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Llueve sobre mojado

A veces los planetas se alinean y tenés la sensación de que tu vida es un poco como...



























A veces ocurre...



(13... que curioso...)

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-9 lives

-Qué te pasó?

-Nada, sólo la vida...

Tal vez tenga 9+1 vidas

o tal vez no

No te preocupes (I don't)

la vida simplemente ocurre cuando tiene que ocurrir

como cuando te conocí

sólo pasó

en ese momento nunca habría imaginado que existiera alguien

que me hiciera tan feliz

como tú

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I don't want to fight

No tengo los deseos

ni las energías para pelear

Esa forma de comunicación es demasiado cansada

y yo quiero estar bien de una manera simple



No soy nada complicado

soy feliz con hablar

de todo y de nada, como antes

escuchar una canción, ver fotos

dibujar con crayones

comernos un helado

ver Fear Factor Twins y hablar de cómo nunca nos dejaríamos poner todas esas abejas encima.

estar contigo haciendo cualquier cosa, pero juntos

Sólo quiero tomarte de las manos

verte a los ojos

y hablar de nosotros por 10 minutos

(o hasta que se acabe Fear Factor)



Eso que te aleja de mi no soy yo

(porque soy adorable)

y cuando peleamos no es por ti o por mi

y yo lo sé



Tenemos que pelear con el mundo todos los días

Por qué tenemos que pelear tú y yo también?

Pongámonos de acuerdo...

Shut up and kiss me

de lo único que te puedes arrepentir es de no haberlo hecho antes...

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Lost

A veces

no sabes qué está arriba

o que está abajo

si vas para un lado

o si venias de ahí

A veces pierdes tu norte

y caminas y caminas

y sientes que no vas a ningún lado

a veces el espacio es demasiado grande

a veces el tiempo te juega una mala pasada

y ayer resulta que es hoy, pero en versión todo mal

y el futuro es un gran signo de interrogación

A veces no sabes si estás vivo o estás muerto


Qué hace uno en esos casos?

I have no fucking idea, otherwise I wouldn't be lost, Einstein

Lo primero que hay que hacer es tener un plan de emergencia

Ok, dentro de mi corazón tengo un documento de Word que se llama "Plan de emergencia.doc"

Doble clic...

En caso de emergencia

respira hacía dentro

respira hacía afuera

(véase el diagrama adjunto)

Notas importantes:

* Respira aire (esa cosa transparente que flota por todos lados)

* Respira utilizando ambos pulmones al mismo tiempo

* Respira AHORA, no respires ayer o respires mañana, respira AHORA

* Respira para tener ánimos y hacer desayuno

* Respira para tener energías y poder jugar futbol con tu hijo

* Respira porque es la semana de exámenes

* Respira para tener fuerzas y poder dar la pastilla a las 3 AM

* Respira

* Respira

* Respira porque tenés que ver que fucks hacés

Ok, es posible que aún tenga propósito

NORTE!

Está en aquella dirección

Está lejísimos

Ahí voy...

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