Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears.

Una lágrima por cada pensamiento alegre.

I am Sam

-Sam, you have to fight for her.
-Yes, but I tried and I tried hard.
-Try harder.
-But you don't know, you don't know.
- I don't know what?
- You don't know what is to try and to try and to try and you never get there!, Because you were born perfect and I was born like this! And you're perfect!
- Oh, is that right?
-People like you don't know
- People like me?
-People like you don't know what is like to get hurted because you don't have feelings, people like you don't feel anything.
- You think you get the market corner on human suffering? Let me tell you something about people like me. People like me feel lost and little and ugly and dispensable. People like me have husbands scruing someone else much more perfect than me. People like me have sons who hate them. And I've screamed, I've screamed horrible things at him, at a 7 year old because he doesn't want to get in the car at the end of the day! And then he looks at me with such anger and I hate him then! I know I'm failing you! I know I'm disappointing you! I know you deserve better but get in the fucking car! It's like every morning I wake up and, I fail. And I look around and everybody seems to be pulling it off, but I can't! No matter how hard I try. Somehow, I'll never be enough.

I can hear the bells, my head is spinning. I can hear the bells, something's beggining. 

Before sunrise

Bien… plantéatelo así, imagínate dentro de 10 ó 20 años, estás casada, y resulta que tu matrimonio no tiene la misma emoción que tenía antes, le echas la culpa a tu marido, y empiezas a pensar en todos los hombres a los que has conocido en tu vida y piensas en lo que hubiera pasado si te hubieras quedado con alguno de ellos… pues yo soy uno de esos hombres…, yo mismo. Así que plantéate esto como un viaje desde el futuro hasta el ahora, para saber lo que te has perdido, esto podría ser un excelente favor para ti y para tu futuro marido, al descubrir que no te estabas perdiendo nada, que soy un fracasado sin ninguna motivación, que soy aburrido, y que no te equivocaste al elegir y eres feliz.

Make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway.

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky.

Trying hard to reach out, but when I tried to speak out felt like no one could hear me.  

Call me a slut, call me a whore, 

if you don't like me there's the door. 

Call me anorexic, call me fat, 

I can put it on or I can loose that. 

Call me annoying, call me dumb, 

excuse me miss, I'm having fun. 

Call me a flirt, call me a fake,

that's just me so give me a break. 

Call me weird, call me a geek, 

call me what you want, I'm just unique.

Quince

Está bueno tener quince. Me gusta decirlo, es como no se, quince quince quince. Me gusta.

Cada tanto me agarran como esas inspiraciones de escribir largas y profundas entradas acá.

Outside the sky waits beckoning, beckoning, just beyond the bars. How can you remain staring at the rain, maddened by the stars?

"There is that smaller world which is the stage, and that larger stage which is the world."

-Isaac Goldberg

"On stage you're free. You can say and do things that if you said and did in any place else, you'd be arrested."

-Robin Williams