Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do


En situaciones de información perfecta no hay confianza, sino un cálculo puramente racional de las expectativas. Sin embargo en situaciones de ignorancia sólo es posible tener fe.

Do you like walking in the rain?
When you think of love, do you think of pain?
You can tell me what you see
I will choose what I believe

Hold on, darling
This body is yours,
This body is yours and mine
Well hold on, my darling
This mess was yours,
Now your mess is mine

Vance Joy

Si no creyera en lo mas duro
si no creyera en el deseo
si no creyera en lo que creo
si no creyera en algo puro.

Si no creyera en cada herida
si no creyera en la que ronde
si no creyera en lo que esconde
hacerse hermano de la vida.

Si no creyera en quien me escucha
si no creeyera en lo que duele
si no creyera en lo que queda
si no creyera en lo que lucha.

Silvio Rodríguez

Ahora parece que vas a mezclar fuego y gasolina
ahora parece que quieres largarte y apenas acabas de llegar
tuve la suerte o la mala suerte de haberte visto caer
aquellos días no era consciente o no me lo quería creer.

Quique González


The history of love

{…} small daily humiliations—these I take, generally speaking, in my liver. Other damages I take in other places. The pancreas I reserve for being struck by all that’s been lost. It’s true that there’s so much, and the organ is so small. But. You would be surprised how much it can take, all I feel is a quick sharp pain and then it’s over. Sometimes I imagine my own autopsy. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes. I don’t mean to make it sound like I’ve made a science of it. It’s not that well thought out. I take it where it comes. It’s just that I notice certain patterns.

– Nicole Krauss –

King of the world

And once you asked me well what’s my biggest fear
That things would always remain so unclear
That one day I’d wake up all alone
With a big family and emptiness deep in my bones
That I would be so blinded, turn a deaf ear
And that my fake laugh would suddenly sound sincere