We may not have it all together, but together we have it all

lunes, 31 de enero de 2011

El llanto corre, la piel lo absorbe, pero no para. Las lágrimas ganan. Sufre sin testigos, se encierra en sus angustias. Ahoga sus penas, pero aprenden a nadar. Ganas de morir ¿Por qué las evita? Si la vida es eso, de aprender a soportar el dolor. Y si intenta perder su vida, es cobarde, porque se abandonó a resistir, se quiere deshacer de lo malo, y no aprendió a luchar.

sábado, 8 de enero de 2011

It’s out there, even though I may not ever be able to touch it, it's worth reaching for, you showed me that, thank you.
I didn’t know where I was going to go, but that was okay, because I really enjoyed letting take its own life, letting it be just what it was, without giving a shape, or doubting about myself. And what it was, it was beautiful.

As a blind man I think I see a lot better than when I saw when I was sighted, because I don’t really think we see with our eyes, I think we live in darkness when we don’t look at what is real about ourselves, about others, about life. When you see what’s real about ourselves you see a lot, you don’t need eyes for that.