Fin de semana.

Cuando lo único que hay que hacer estando juntos es manejar de arriba abajo por el segundo piso del periférico y disfrutar del atardecer, se que fue un buen fin de semana.

Until Morning Comes

Still standing in the dark,
never made it far
never really tried
take it all away tonight.

these tears haven’t run dry
my soul is split and very tired
this spirit is enough
we’ll wait till morning comes .

Invictus

De William Ernest Henley:

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 menace 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.