All men fear death. It's a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven't loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman's heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.

-Ernest Hemingway

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Es que te falta nada más que esa pizca de confianza; ese último empujón que te haga creer en vos, y sentirte capaz de todo. 
A veces me pone mal ver tanto potencial, y sentir que no lo aprovechás por no arriesgarte; aún así espero que no me mientas, y que a fin de cuentas seas feliz.


A lo mejor lo que pasa es que me esfuerzo en ser yo ese empujón, cuando lo más sano sería que te nazca solo.


No lo sé.


Pero si no te ayudo dándote una mano, sabé que al menos siempre voy a estar a tu lado.
Y para siempre.

"Show me, show me,

show me how you do that trick..."

Llega un punto en el que me siento molesto por pedir perdón por ser molesto.