Saint Valentine

I don't believe in Saint Valentine, but still today, like any other day, is a great opportunity to say to those we love that we do

I picked up two scenes I love from cinema and TV

Seen in Brothers and Sisters, Kevin and Scotty



And the second one with this beautiful poem, was taken from Four Weddings and a Funeral and was seen here

W.H. AUDEN

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

And the question is: what makes it so difficult to express love?

Invictus

It may be obvious to speak about Mandela now, but I am moved, and it really worths sharing.


And I love when he says:

How do we inspire ourselves to greatness when nothing less will do? How do we inspire those around us?”



INVICTUS

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menac of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Carpe Diem

Do not let the day end without having grown a bit,
without having been happy, without having increased your dreams.
Do not be overcome by discouragement.
Do not let anyone take away the right to express yourself,
that is a must.
Do not abandon the urge to make your life extraordinary.
Do not stop believing that words and poetry
they can change the world.
Whatever happens, our essence remains intact.
We are human beings full of passion. 

Life is desert and oasis, 

brings us down, hurts,
teaches us,
makes us the main characters
of our own history.
Even though the wind blows against,
the powerful play goes on:
You can contribute a verse.
Never give up dreaming,
because dreams free men.
Do not fall into the worst mistake:
silence.
Most live in a dreadful silence.
Do not resign.
Flee.
"I scream on the roofs of this world"
says the poet.
Value the beauty of simple things.
You can make beautiful poetry about little things,
but we can not row against ourselves.
That makes life a living hell. 

Enjoy the panic that provokes you
have the life ahead.
Live it intensely,
without mediocrity.
Think that you are the future
and face the task with pride and without fear.
Learn from those who can teach you.
The experiences of those before us
of our "dead poets"
help us walk through life
Today's society are: 

the "living poets."
Do not let life happen without living it...

the beginning and the reason why

Dies slowly, he who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes
and who does not speak to whom he doesn't know

Dies slowly he who makes television his guru

Dies slowly he or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones "i’s" rather than a bundle of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings

Dies slowly he or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives

Dies slowly he who does not travel,
who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,

Dies slowly he who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped

Dies slowly, he who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,
about the rain that never stops,


Dies slowly he who abandon a project before starting it,
who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know,
he who don't reply when they are asked something they do know

Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater
than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness

If you wanna be warmed, let the sun warm you

If you are goint to cheat, cheat your stomach

If you are going to cry, cry from happiness

If you are going to lie, lie about your age

If you are going to steal, steal a kiss

If you are going to lose something, lose the fear

If there is hunger, be it hunger for love

If it is to be happy, make it all the time

Pablo Neruda