Un pensamiento para l levantamiento

y quema de neuronas con un fin didáctico:

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.


Alexander Pope.

Love: Wanted

Somebody

Depeche Mode

I want somebody to share

Share the rest of my life

Share my innermost thoughts

Know my intimate details

Someone who'll stand by my side

And give me support

And in return

She'll get my support

She will listen to me

When I want to speak

About the world we live in

And life in general

Though my views may be wrong

They may even be perverted

She'll hear me out

And won't easily be converted

To my way of thinking

In fact she'll often disagree

But at the end of it all

She will understand me

Aaaahhhhh....

I want somebody who cares

For me passionately

With every thought With every breath

Someone who'll help me see things

In a different light

All the things I detest

I will almost like I don't want to be tied

To anyone's strings

I'm carefully trying to steer clear of

Those things

But when I'm asleep

I want somebody

Who will put their arms around me

And kiss me tenderly

Though things like this

Make me sick

In a case like this I'll get away with it

And in a place like this

I'll get away with it

Aaaahhhhh....

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Y5b13B827Os

Winds of change!

Hoy me dieron la gran noticia de que, en el turno vespertino de la escuela donde trabajo, están solicitando profesores de Inglés y quieren que entre en este turno también.

Estoy feliz porque por fin cumpliría con el sueño de mamá: estar en un lugar seguro donde puedo crear antiguëdad. El problema es que las horas de Inglés aún no las paga el gobierno del Estado de México y eso sería como estar en una escuela de paga, a la merced de la sociedad de padres de familia (ellos pagan mi salario) por ciclo escolar.

La ventaja: el ambiente de trabajo! no es como el del Call Center ( y nunca lo será) pero si es agradable por el amor de los niños y las maestras son buena onda.

Espero quedarme ahí y concluir mi ciclo en licenciatura.

Tonos neutros

Ojalá y así pudiera ver mi vida al menos en tonos neutros (depresivo como todo el poema pero al menos hay un equilibrio)..

jajaja! la realidad es que la veo con colores brillantemente llamativos porque ¿a qué se vino a la vida si no a vivirla con intensidad?... (plop!)

Neutral Tones

Thomas Hardy

We stood by a pond that winter day,

And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,

And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,

--They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove

Over tedious riddles solved years ago;

And some words played between us to and fro--

On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing

Alive enough to have strength to die;

And a grin of bitterness swept thereby

Like an ominous bird a-wing....

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,

And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me

Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,

And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

http://quotations.about.com/cs/poemlyrics/a/Neutral_Tones.htm