Una sonrisa amarga y…


¿De qué me valen mis ojos, si no puedo mirar tus pensamientos?
¿Pa’ qué me sirven los oídos, si no saben traducir tu silencio?
¿De qué me sirve el sentir, si no puedo quitarte el dolor?

…a veces tu sonrisa me duele.

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Sólo quien no se ama a sí mismo tiene la necesidad de ser amado.
Nur wer liebt sich nicht, hat den Bedarf um geliebt zu werden.

»¡Iluso amigo! Tu brazo es corto y el cielo es lejano, y las estrellas están allá arriba clavadas con clavo dorado. Vano anhelo, inutil suspiro, mejor sería que te quedaras dormido.«

»Betörter Geselle!
Dein Arm ist kurz, und der Himmel ist weit,
Und die Sterne droben sind festgenagelt,
Mit goldnen Nägeln, -
Vergebliches Sehnen, vergebliches Seufzen,
Das beste wäre, du schliefest ein.«

Heinrich Heine. (Traducción: FerFilioFerox)

«Ich nicht mehr weiß, wo die Ironie aufhört und der Himmel anfangt.»

-Heinrich Heine.

«Du fragst mich Kind, was liebe ist? Ein Stern auf einem Haufen Mist.»

-Heinrich Heine. (Danke für den Bücher D S T)

Rayito de luna - Los Panchos

Como un rayito de luna, entre la selva dormida
Asi la luz de tus ojos ha iluminado mi pobre vida


Tu diste luz al sendero
En mi noche sin fortuna
Iluminando mi cielo como un rayito
Claro de Luna

Rayito de luna blanca
Que iluminas mi camino
Asi es tu amor en mi vida
La verdad de mi destino

Tu diste luz al sendero
En mi noche sin fortuna
Iluminando mi cielo como un rayito
Claro de Luna

The exceptional blackness of Sark’s night sky makes the Milky Way visible from one horizon to the other. Photograph: David Brewster/AP

The exceptional blackness of Sark’s night sky makes the Milky Way visible from one horizon to the other. Photograph: David Brewster/AP

The Shadows of Everyday

There are some sort of envious beings who can barely be called men,
beings so pitifully nullified by themselves that the best option for
them would be to commit suicide in order to break free from their
vapid existences, the saddest part of it is that even after their
deaths nobody would never remember them and the world wouldn’t be
better nor worse, they are simply gray, unimportant men that are the
vivid image of the perfection in nothingness.

These little gray vermin are living in the shadows of everyday, to be
accurate they simply are the shadows of everyday, nothing but wraiths
looking for lives to live, but they have not the strength to live
those lives by their own will. They are fearful spirits anguished to
be crushed by the tremendous weight of the responsibility of taking
the reins of their own lives, thus they turn away from that
responsibility and decide to hide within the cracks of normal life,
looking out from their fearful rat eyes, gnawing their doldrums trying
to steal a crumb of others’ life, contenting themselves in the growth
of the crops of their dull silent hate, daily shitting a lame excuse
of a purpose to justify their existence, seldom spitting out their
verbal violence in a sort of an innocuous attack over the ones who
really have a life of their own, on those who dare to be different,
they vomit their hate specially on those who manage to be loved by
others.

Oh shameful creature, do yourself a favour and enjoy the five O Clock
Tea with a spoonful of rodenticide,
Free yourself of your bored live!
This life is for the strong ones who dare to fight against their destiny.
There’s no room here for envious coward animals disguised in men clothes.

Limbo

Ni muero ni vivo
simplemente errabundo en el olvido

No busques andante
la luz en el recuerdo
que sólo haces más sombrío tu camino.

Und dann plötzlich zweifelst du wieder an allem, aber am meisten an dir selbst.

Y de repente dudas de todo, pero mayormente de ti mismo.

(via schnafi)