"Paradise"

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They rushed down the street together, digging everything 

in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then 

they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life 

after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are 

mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who 

never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles 

exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and 

everybody goes «Awww!»

Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"

Ulysses, I found my own way.

Ser como soy me ha llevado hasta aquí. Y si no ha sido un camino fácil, aún menos satisfactoria ha sido la meta. El periplo de la vida, todas y cada una de las personas y experiencias que conoces, te moldean como ser humano. Pero, en última instancia, tú mismo decides quién eres. Culpar a los demás de tus propios errores y formas de actuar es un comportamiento cobarde. Pero, ¿acaso tiene algo de malo ser cobarde? 

Mi vida es como el Ulises de Joyce; cada capítulo es diferente. Y seré plenamente feliz el día que me levante por la mañana y no tenga una percepción completamente diferente de la realidad. De mi realidad. 

Like dreaming of angels.

Little MS.

I'd rather be alone than having people and the pressure of not failing them because they trust me. I'd rather be disappointed with myself than disappoint others.

I told you I was trouble.

My main problem is that I never leave the past behind, never appreciate the present, and always imagine the future better than it will ever be.

Sugar Man.

I always wonder and wonder where I get the strength from to get up and face the world every single day. I try to find an answer to this question all the time. I guess I'm just a ghost wandering this cruel cold world in silence, isolation, quietly. Unwilling to success, I am not made for this world, which I absolutely don't understand.

Why I stand for, why I fight for, I don't know. And my days will probably come to an end without an answer.

Purpose.

I guess I should get used to try so hard and gain nothing, 

to stare how people walk all over me and leave me behind without even really encourage. 

When I finally find something that I think I'm good at, 

there is always so much people better than me without a single sort of effort.

And I will never, ever, give up.

Naoko jamás me amó.

La nostalgia no es más que inventar los recuerdos en nuestra mente, modificarlos, incluso desmembrarlos a veces, para que se adapten a la realidad de cómo queríamos que hubieran sido y no de cómo fueron. Guárdate de tus memorias, pues muchas veces la conciencia elimina lo malo, extermina la escoria, y deja una reminiscencia tan lozana como ilusoria. A veces, una cosa tan simple como recordar se hace arduo y creemos que vivimos una realidad inexistente. Un oasis de aguas cristalinas y altas palmeras que no fue más que vacío; Nada.