You learn

I don´t get tired of reading it..After some time you learn the difference,
The subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,
And company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats,
With your head up and your eyes ahead,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn, that even the sun burns if you get too much,
And learn that it doesn't matter how much you do care about,
Some people simply don't care at all.
And you accept that it doesn't matter how good a person is,
She will hurt you once in a while,
And you need to forgive her for that.

You learn that talking can relieve emotional pain.
You discover that it takes several years to build a relationship based on confidence,
And just a few seconds to destroy it.
And that you can do something just in an instant,
And which you will regret for the rest of your life.

You learn that the true friendships,
Continue to grow even from miles away.
And that what matters isn't what you have in your life,
But who you have in your life.
And that good friends are the family which allows us to choose.
You learn that we don't have to switch our friends,
If we understand that friends can also change.

You realize that you and your best friend can do do anything, or nothing,
And have good moments together.
You discover that the people who you most care about in your life,
Are taken from you so quickly,
So we must always leave the people who we care about with lovely words,
It may be the last time we see them.

You learn that the circumstances and the environment have influence upon us,
But we are responsible for ourselves.
You start to learn that you should not compare yourself with others,
But with the best you can be.
You discover that it takes a long time to become the person you wish to be,
And that the time is short.

You learn that it doesn't matter where you have reached,
But where you are going to.
But if you don't know where you are going to, anywhere will do.
You learn that either you control your acts, or they shall control you.
And that to be flexible doesn't mean to be weak or not to have personality,
Because it doesn't matter how delicate and fragile the situation is,
There are always two sides.

You learn that heroes are those who did what was necessary to be done,
Facing the consequences.
You learn that patience demands a lot of practice.
You discover that sometimes, the person who you most expect to be kicked by when you fall,
Is one of the few who will help you to stand up.

You learn that maturity has more to do with the kinds of experiences you had
And what you have learned from them,
Than how many birthdays you have celebrated.
You learn that there are more from you parents inside you than you thought.

You learn that we shall never tell a child that dreams are silly,
Very few things are so humiliating,
And it would be a tragedy if she believed in it.
You learn that when you are angry, you have the right to be angry,
But this doesn't give you the right to be cruel.
You discover that only because someone doesn't love you the way you would like her to,
It doesn't mean that this person doesn't love you the most she can,
Because there are people who love us, but just don't know how to show or live that.

You learn that sometimes it isn't enough being forgiven by someone,
Sometimes you have to learn how to forgive yourself.
You learn that with the same harshness you judge,
Some day you will be condemned.
You learn that it doesn't matter in how many pieces your heart has been broken,
The world doesn't stop for you to fix it.

You learn that time isn't something you can turn back,
Therefore you must plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure.
You really are strong.

And you can go so farther than you thought you could go.
And that life really has a value.
And you have value within the life.
And that our gifts are betrayers,
And make us lose
The good we could conquer,
If it wasn't for the fear of trying.


William Shakespear

Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 

If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

William Shakespeare 

Hamlet's Soliloquy / Soliloquio de Hamlet

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 heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. 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, th' 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 th' 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 undiscovered 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 enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.

William Shakespeare

¡Ser, o no ser, esta es la cuestión!
¿Qué es más elevado para el espíritu:
entre sufrir los tiros penetrantes de la fortuna impía, o rebelarse contra un mar de calamidades, y haciéndoles frente desaparecer con ellas?

¡Morir! Dormir…
¡No más!¡Y pensar que con un sueño damos fin al pesar del corazón y a los mil naturales conflictos que constituyen la herencia de la carne! ¡He aquí un término devotamente apetecible!¡Morir… dormir!
¡Dormir… tal vez soñar!
Sí, y ved aquí el grande obstáculo;

Cuando del mundo no percibamos ni un rumor, porque el conciderar qué sueños podrán ocurrir en el silencio del sepulcro, cuando hayamos abandonado este despojo mortal, es razón harto poderosa para detenernos.
¡He aquí la consideración que da existencia tan larga al infortunio!

¿Quién, si esto no fuese, aguantaría sufrir los ultrajes y desdenes del mundo, del tiempo el implacable azote, del fuerte la injusticia, del soberbio el áspero desdén, las angustias de un desairado amor, las demoras de la ley, del empleado la insolencia, las vejaciones que el paciente mérito recibe del hombre indigno; cuando uno mismo podría procurar su reposo alzando una punta de acero?

¿Quién querría llevar tan duras cargas, gemir y sudar bajo el peso de una vida afanosa, si no fuese por el temor de que exista alguna cosa más allá de la muerte, aquel país que todavía está por descubrirse, esa región cuyos confines no vuelve a traspasar viajero alguno, temor que perturba nuestra voluntad y nos impulsa a soportar aquellos males que nos afligen, antes que lanzarnos a otros de que no tenemos seguro conocimiento?

Así ¡oh conciencia! de todos nosotros haces unos cobardes, y así los primitivos matices de la valentía desfallecen ante los barnices pálidos de la prudencia, y las empresas de mayores alientos e importancia, por esta sola consideración tuercen su curso, no se ejecutan, y se reducen a designios vanos.