martes, octubre 31, 2006

Hamlet de Shakespeare

To be, or not to be: that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
To die: to sleep;
No more;
and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance
to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!
Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

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domingo, octubre 15, 2006

Anoche en el coche

  • Hoy no quiero darle besos a la luna porque está muy lejos, prefiero dártelos a tí!

Poco alcohol en la sangre. Mi mente dispersa. Música a ritmo de beat. Mi cuerpo en el asiento del copiloto. Y mis palabras fluyen sin mucho sentido. Pregunta casi incoherente. Respuesta creíble. Miradas delatadoras. Sentimientos de quieroynopuedo. Besos...en las mejillas. Aiggg.

  • Yo quiero verte, sin imaginarte... quiero amarte como la nata al chocolate.

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viernes, octubre 13, 2006

Maybe...

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viernes, octubre 06, 2006

D+a-

Estar harta de una misma. Querer desaparecer por un momento (o eternamente) de la faz de la tierra. Sentirse inútil y desesperada. Pasarse una jornada completa entre libros. Ver como vas progresando en lo tuyo. Sentirse menos inútil. Un abrazo.
Un desayuno. Una tarta. Más apuntes...
Y esperar a que vengas para irnos a comer :)!

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