Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,
en la proxima trataria de cometer mas errores.
No intentaria ser tan perfecto, me realajaria mas.
Seria mas tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaria muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Seria menos higienico.
Correria mas riesgos,
haria mas viajes,
contemplaria mas atardeceres,
subiria mas montañas, nadaria mas rios,
iria a lugares donde nunca he ido,
comeria mas helados y menos habas,
tendria mas problemas reales y menos imaginarios.
JLB
en la proxima trataria de cometer mas errores.
No intentaria ser tan perfecto, me realajaria mas.
Seria mas tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaria muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Seria menos higienico.
Correria mas riesgos,
haria mas viajes,
contemplaria mas atardeceres,
subiria mas montañas, nadaria mas rios,
iria a lugares donde nunca he ido,
comeria mas helados y menos habas,
tendria mas problemas reales y menos imaginarios.
JLB
And finally. This question. The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in a dance? Who drives us mad, flashes us with whips, crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it that tells all these things? Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings we will never die? Who teaches us whats real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we die to defend? Who chains us and who holds the key that can set us free?
Its you, you have all the weapons you need, now ..
FIGHT
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