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Y uno aprende

"Y uno aprende... Después de un tiempo, uno aprende la sutil diferencia entre sostener una mano y encadenar un alma. Y uno aprende... que el amor no significa acostarse y una compañía no significa seguridad. Y uno empieza aprender... Que los besos no son contratos y los regalos no son promesas. Y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos. Y uno aprende... a construir todos sus caminos en el hoy, porque el terreno de mañana es demasiado inseguro para planes, y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad. Y después de un tiempo uno aprende... que si es demasiado, hasta el calor del sol quema. Y aprende... a plantar su propio jardín y decorar su propia alma, en lugar de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores. Y uno aprende... que realmente puede aguantar, que uno realmente es fuerte, que uno realmente vale. Y uno aprende y aprende... y con cada adiós uno aprende.

Jorge Luis Borges

Obscuro y peligroso el oleaje violento me amenaza. Dentro de mi barco paso con miedo la tempestad. Sin esperanzas busco liberación y resguardo. Nada... Súbitamente al horizonte percibo una luz. Diviso un faro que me guía a una Tierra nueva. Descanso con dicha rumbo a un destino infalible.

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Fil Gouvea filgouvea

JUNGLE SNAKE

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Fly/vuela

Rodando

Full moon on Christmas Eve 🌕

Pale Blue Dot

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

                                                                                                         -  Carl Sagan

photographed from Voyager 1 six billion kilometers out (beyond Pluto).

Cuando calienta el sol

Where must we go... we who wander this wasteland in search of our better selves?

The first history man

Prove them wrong...

Providencia escénica

Years, lovers and glasses of wine. These are things that should never be counted.

The age of Adaline

Chihuahua!

finja by Aleksandra Kielreuter

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

 Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

Squamish, BC

Reality is both subjective and malleable.

- Fringe

nature

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Be patient, someday you'll create something unimaginable

By Andrew Phillips http://ift.tt/1CUHoZa

Organic tobacco

Tardes de lluvia

Tronco Guadalajara, jalisco

A ok ok... ahora ya todo es más claro que el agua!

Hey! quisiera saber ¿por qué lo plátanos después de un tiempo se hacen marrones? se que es un producto de la naturaleza, pero ya con toda la tecnología del día de hoy se debería de mantener en un estado perfecto... ¡en verdad me gustaría saber la razón!

La razón por la que los plátanos se vuelven negros tiene mucho que ver con su cáscara. Las cáscaras de plátano verde contienen una hormona vegetal llamada etileno. Este es un producto químico gaseoso que es responsable de ayudar a madurar el plátano a amarillo.

Y pues.. por eso.

This is Jacko from Mexico and he’s a happy corgi! corgiaddict