If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

Poseer

Empece con poco. Con mucho esfuerzo, me fui haciendo de más. Lentamente obtuve más y más. Pero en realidad no sabia lo que estaba haciendo. Entonces fue que decidí dejarlo todo. Me quede sin nada y seguí caminando. Sin embargo aún después de eso, todavía tenia demasiado, así que nuevamente volví a dejarlo todo. Después de haberlo dejado todo, volví a hacerlo y deje todavía mas. Y no fue hasta cuando lo deje absolutamente todo que por primera vez en mi vida me sentí capaz, de poseer algo.

Perdido

¿Ves? Te dije que era inútil pensar que uno podía perderse a si mismo. En realidad, a veces parece que perderte puede ser la única manera de encontrarte. Lo que es tuyo seguirá siendo tuyo, y lo que has perdido así permanecerá. La vida es acumulativa y el pasado es permanente. Creo que por fin entiendes que la grandeza no se encuentra entre no perder lo que se ha obtenido ni en obtener lo inconseguible; la grandeza esto mucho más allá de esos aparentes limites. 

Es cierto, es probable que para trascender de ellos tengas que perder lo que queda de humanidad en ti. Al mismo tiempo, la humanidad en uno no es algo que se pueda perder;  puede transformarse. Me pregunto hasta que punto puedo llevar esta capacidad de mía de entenderme a mi, a ella, a ellos, a todos. En este mundo nada permanece, nada importa. No existe el bien, no existe el mal. No existe el miedo ni la fe. Solo existes tu. Y uno no perderse en un camino que se va labrando con el coraje que nos toma dar casa paso.

Demonios

Miro a la gente a los ojos y todo lo que veo es debilidad y miedo. Es por eso que este mundo se convierte en un lugar tan aburrido que no es digno de mi atención o tiempo. Es preferible pasar el tiempo sólo con mis demonios, al menos ellos tienen la decencia de mirarme fijamente a los ojos y decirme lo que realmente piensan.

Bank

Sometimes I would like to encourage you to think of me as bank, so that you know that every time you invest one coin in me you would receive two in return. But that's only because I love you.

What do you want?

One step. Another step. A lot people walking fast in all directions. I didn't really cared about them. I could barely recognize their faces or understand what they were saying. They were more like shades brushing along the streets, ethereal. Among the crowds however, there she was. It had been such a long time since I'd seen her, but my memories of her were still as sharp as ever; I could recall every little detail. 

Those deep blue eyes, with subtle hints of silver every now and then. The long, dark, curly hair slowly walking down her neck and into her chest, teasing you in. Her lips, those tender, welcoming lips. It took me a minute to figure her out and by the time I regained control over myself she was already there, in front of me. We've played this game several times before, and to perfectly honest, I've never actually won. Yet, there she was, teasing me. 

We both kept quiet for a second, she was staring right into my eyes, and I could feel how my blood started to rush. Her lips slowly began to move and said "What do you want?" I knew it was coming and I tried my best to give her an answer, but regardless of what I said she just kept asking the same question again and again, "What do you want?". It didn't really mattered if I walked fast or slow, if I turned right or left or if I closed or opened my eyes, she was always there, right in front of me, repeating the question with that sweet voice and warm smile of hers. 

By the way she stared at me I think she knew I didn't really had an answer, but she kept asking anyways, pushing me, driving me, testing me. I started running, to no avail; you cannot escape from this game. Cornered and subdued, I stood up once more, looked right into her eyes and answered "I do not know"; it was my last stand. She asked once more "What do you really want?", "To be happy" I said. Of course I wasn't be able to get away with something cheap like that. 

With a sassy smile she asked yet again "What do you truly want?". Then I realized that I had lost the game once again, and that I had nowhere else to run, so I kept quiet and said nothing. Then in the blink of an eye, she was gone. I keep wondering if someday I'll be able to win the game.