my current light-reading

dos n un solo día! bueno... mi lectura de esta semana: the sorrows of young Werther -segunda lectura, ahora en inglés ^^- y los sonetos de Shakespeare. My favorito: el 116 *no creo en eso del amor eterno pero siempre me llaman la atención las utopías... quiza s mi subconsciente queriendo creer* /si, como no!/

 116

 Let me not to the marriages of two minds

 Admit impediments. Love is not love

 Wich 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 wand´ering bark,

 Whose worth´s unknown, although his height be taken.

 Love´s not Time´s fool, though rosy lips and cheecks

 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 prov´d

I never writ, nor no man ever lov´d.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WOFLpmDbIs&feature=related

ashhhhh!!

Am I no longer control my own mind, my own thoughts??!!

It seems they´ve gotten life of their own, completely appart

And they are rebel -causeless ones- and I´ve allowed it all along...

Dream... or memory?

I´m quite sure my eyes were closed, still I could see somehow. The light seemed dim. Someone was with me. I knew that somone. I know that someone. My arms were around this somebody quite in a significative and inviting way. The dream of a hug? or the memory of it? It felt so real that its hard to believe it was just a dream; but the vivid sensation of it makes hard to believe it was just a memory, after all, memories are not that stong, they do not wake the senses that much. My eyes were close that much I know...