I can't afford it

People survive wars. People survive starvation.

People survive disasters. People survive pain.

So, why the hell can't I survive people?

Dead Poets Society

There are certain films that get under your skin, never to come out. They change your life, subtly altering your perceptions of reality, almost always for the better.Dead Poets Society is one of those few films.

I saw the movie back when I was in High School. I had a teacher who told us that we really needed to watch it; in fact, it was our "homework" for the day. We didn't need to bring back a report, or talk about it in class. All he asked from us was to watch it, make up our own mind about it, and that was it. As you can imagine, many friends of mine didn't watch it at all; I did. And yes, I feel I changed a bit from there on.

Back when you are young, you never really stop to think what in the world you are doing with your life. You simply live for the day, hope your grades will be enough to pass, and that's it. Long term thinking involves maybe flirting with a boy. Nothing more. What this film showed me was that we have the responsability and the joy of being alive in this planet. That we are dust, and we will go back to it, so we have precious little time to make a difference. That we have a moral obligation to "seize the day, and make our lives extraordinary" (my favorite quote in all movie history). That the world, basically is ours. That the only limitations are within ourselves, and that we owe it to us to fight, to rebel against conformity, to change what we hate and keep what we love. That living in this world is a beautiful responsability, and that only cowards dare not to change it for the better.

The fact that the cast was basically my age, and was passing through the same dilemmas and situations I was facing made it all so much more powerful.

So here I sit, 8 years from that day. I still don't think I have seized the day completely. But I keep on trying; I always will. I wonder how many people were transformed by this gem of a movie; I hope many.

Blood in my throat

Anyone knows how to take away
this blood in my throat?
Please, tell me the solution
´cause I can't scream anymore.

Smell this odor of red
this hot jelly thing
that makes me sick
I would like to say at least a word...

Now, look at my nose
The blood is exploding
My heart can't stop
I'm screaming with my whole body.

Give me your hand
I want you feel this beating.
Kiss me and enjoy this moment
drink my essence and understand me.

Suck all my blood in my mouth
Discover my real taste
Take my breath away
And kill me in a slow way.

Shakespeare - Sonnet I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

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Dexter

Based on Jeff Lindsay's novels Darkly Dreaming Dexter and Dearly Devoted Dexter this crime thriller follows Dexter Morgan. Dexter is a forensic blood spatter expert for the Miami Dade Police Department. He is the main support for his sister. He has a steady girlfriend, with two kids who adore him. He also has an active "night life". Based on a code instilled in him by his foster father, Harry, he hunts down people who have escaped justice and makes sure they don't get away with a crime again.

Sober (Pink)

I don't want to be the girl who laughs the loudest

Or the girl who never wants to be alone

I don't want to be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning

'cause I'm the only one you know in the world that

won't be home

Ahh, the sun is blinding

I stayed up again

Oh, I'm finding

That's not the way I want my story to end

I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me

Why do I feel this party's over?

No pain inside, you're like protection

But how do I feel this good sober?

I don't want to be the girl who has to fill the silence

The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth

Please don't tell me that we had that conversation

I don't remember, save your breath

'cause what's the use?

Ahh, the night is calling

And it whispers to me softly, "you're to blame"

I hear you falling

And if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame

I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me

Why do I feel this party's over?

No pain inside, you're like perfection

So how do I feel this good sober?

Coming down coming down coming down,

Spinning round spinning round spinning round

Looking for myself, sober.