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They’re playing our song
They’re playing our song
Can you see the lights?
Can you hear the hum?

Of our song
I hope they get it right
I hope we dance tonight
Before we, get it wrong

And the seasons
Will change us new
Be the best I’ve known
and you know me
I could not be stuck on you
If it were true

Blind Pilot :: ‘3 Rounds and a Sound’ via @liveset (por goblindpilot)

If you do not believe in magic, your life will not be magical.
We need time alone~

“The world today does not understand, in either man or woman, the need to be alone.”

“How inexplicable it seems. Anything else will be accepted as a better excuse. If one sets aside time for a business appointment, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement or a shopping expedition, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says: I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical or strange.” “What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it–like a secret vice!”

“Actually these are the most important times in one’s life—when one is alone. Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray.”

~Anne Morrow Lindberg from Gift from the Sea
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Pueden usar la Retórica como un arte para convencerte, pueden usar La Poética, y cegarte completamente. Pero nada puede callar tu intuición y engañar al corazón. :) 

Esto solo se aprende con la practica :P

¿Normal?

¿Normal?

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tarafirma: 2013.

tarafirma2013.

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(Fuente: khakiandsurplus, vía tarafirma)

Tengo tu foto; no para acordarme de ti cuando la miro, sino para mirarla cuando me acuerdo de ti.
by Julio Cortázar (via cuadernillodereciclaje)

(Fuente: meanwhilekeepyoursmile, vía cuadernillodereciclaje)

Visualizando…

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No sé lo que era pero teníamos algo especial y lo sabíamos. Lo podías ver en el modo que nos movíamos y hablábamos. No hablábamos mucho, lo dábamos todo por sobreentendido, y eso era lo que ponía negro a todo el mundo, el aire de seguridad que despedíamos.
by Charles Bukowski  (via lapeorversiondemimisma)

(Fuente: milesdelunaspasaron, vía you-are-myperson)

Solta! 

Solta! 

Creo muchísimo en la suerte y descubro que cuanto más trabajo, más suerte tengo.
by Stephen Leacock  (via autosuficiente)

Super tierno, Paperman - Full Animated Short Film (por disneyanimation)