Del otoño he aprendido que hay que dejar ir las cosas cuando ya han muerto.

Y es que cuando ya no hay nada vivo, nada que reanime el alma, revitalice el corazón, reanude los sentimientos, renueve las iluciones o recetee el amor; ya no hay más nada que hacer. Es mejor liberar y seguir adelante.

Lo muerto no resucita y en cenizas se convierte. No hay que morir con lo que no da vida.

Leregi Renga

¿ Olvidarte ? Y eso como para que, si contigo también reí, aprendí y por más rápido qué pasó todo, esos momentos son los que uno ama para toda la vida.

Ya aprendí; quién se quiera ir que se vaya...

Se terminó el insistir 💔

Contigo aprendí, contigo me estremecí, contigo la paso mejor, a tu lado soy mejor.

1. Vivimos en espiral

2. No hay eternidad en lo efímero .

3. Las palabras no valen nada cuando los actos dicen otra cosa.

4. Suelte , primero usted y que no le importe lo que dicen los demás. .

5. Sus decisiones personales son suyas , escuché consejos pero la respuesta la tiene usted.

6. No piense en los otros cuando ellos no lo hacen en usted ni por dos minutos.

7. El año ya se acabó , no arrastre con más dolores y personas innecesarias en el 2023.

8. Por más que queramos ciertas personas y momentos en nuestra vida , jamás será igual las segundas veces. .

9. Las mentiras en ocasiones son necesarias, no todxs están preparadxs para escuchar la verdad.

10. Guarde energías , descanse y si siente que se tiene que alejar , hágalo la intuición no miente.

lo "bueno" de Milei es que nos da muchas oportunidades de usar la palabra más larga del castellano

"el presidente está actuando anticonstitucionalmente!!!!"

A veces, estamos tan pendientes de conseguir lo que queremos, que nos olvidamos de disfrutar lo que ya logramos.

Let us not deceive ourselves, motorcycle racing has never been a team sport, like football or basketball. In fact, it has always been said that the first person you must beat is your teammate. If you surpass your teammate, your value within the team rises; if they outperform you, the opposite occurs, and your value diminishes. In this world, it is as straightforward as that.

During my last three years at Yamaha, my teammate was Valentino Rossi, who was already a veteran rider at the time. Each of us trained following our own methods. While he practiced dirt-track riding on the ranch he had built near Tavullia, I trained with my father in Gerno di Lesmo, a few kilometers from Monza. Yamaha had a factory and the headquarters of the MotoGP team there. They had a not-so-large asphalted area where they tested the bikes that came out of the factory. We took advantage of that space for our exercises.

It was the 2013 season, and Rossi, who had just returned to Yamaha after two very challenging years with Ducati, was struggling to regain competitiveness. He couldn't reach the podium and was always trailing behind me, Marquez, and Pedrosa. Naturally, Yamaha was interested in improving Rossi’s performance. At the end of that season, things began to happen. First, I learned that my physical trainer, Antonio Cascini (who had been recommended to me by Yamaha), had met with Rossi and his trainer in Tavullia. I will never know what he told them, but I imagine he must have explained how I trained. For that reason, among others, I decided to part ways with Antonio. Weeks later, I found out that Valentino had started training with bikes identical to the ones I used in Gerno (a Yamaha R6 and a Yamaha YZ85), also performing similar exercises. It was clear that someone at Yamaha had told him about our training routines. Whether it was a coincidence or not, Rossi began 2014 being much more competitive, and at the end of that year, after a challenging season for me, he managed to beat me, finishing as the runner-up in the world.

All the teams in the world championship have a single team manager, but at Yamaha, the situation was slightly different. Since the factory allowed Rossi to implement that famous “wall” in early 2008, they had no choice but to split the team manager role into two people. Until the end of 2009, Davide Brivio took care of Rossi’s side, while Emanuele Romagnoli handled mine. But their differences with Ramon Forcada from the very beginning were significant, and the team’s atmosphere was deteriorating, so they decided to move Romagnoli to the Tech 3 team as Cal Crutchlow’s chief mechanic and hired Wilco Zeelenberg for the 2010 season. In 2011, Rossi moved to Ducati and took Brivio with him as his manager, so Yamaha promoted Maio Meregalli to be the team manager, coming from the Superbikes team.

After the incident with Antonio, I decided to talk to Maio. I told him that I did not approve of the brief visit to Tavullia by my trainer or Rossi’s “new” training methods. I could accept them looking at our telemetry or even copying our bike settings before each race, but that was going too far. I also mentioned that, as I already had Wilco and he was more on Rossi’s side, I preferred that he stopped attending the technical meetings we held right after each practice session. I suspected that Meregalli was passing on everything to Rossi’s team. Although it was not personal, but simply a matter of conflicting interests, Maio did not take it very well, and from that point on, our relationship cooled. Nevertheless, I do not regret the decision because I believe I acted correctly in defense of my interests.

Llevo un tiempo sintiéndome bien, ya no me duele nada del pasado, ya no me quita el sueño lo que no pasó, ya no me interesa regresar a ningún lado, confío que lo que viene será un millón de veces mejor.

Te juro que aunque no parece mucho, pero cuando hacemos las paces con los errores, con las heridas y con el destino, es cuando el corazón por fin puede caminar hacia adelante.

¡Ah! Y también me alejé de los amores a medias, se me quitó el miedo a quedarme solo, aprendí a decir que no a lo que no se sentía bien, a lo que no me cuidaba bien, a lo que no me quería bien.

No sé si soy la persona más feliz del puto mundo, pero por lo menos estoy tranquilo, ya sabes, esforzándome por mí, enfocándome en mí y trabajando un chingo en qué venga lo mejor para mí. Porque sea como sea, ya entendí que el amor de mi vida soy yo y merezco quererme bonito toda la vida

El amor de mi vida soy yo.

ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔞🖤

I want to blame Childe's quest because it got me excited to read about him on AO3 and I ended up finding such a well-written fanfic that every time I continued forward it manipulated me and make me cry.

No fanfic has ever made me feel like I'm a prisoner or an abused housewife like this, I'm on the floor and eagerly awaiting the next chapter.

[Translation: Son of a bitch, call the psychologist]

Aprendí a ser feliz donde estoy.

He aprendido que cada momento de cada día contiene toda la alegría, toda la paz, todos los hilos de esa historia que llamamos vida.

El significado se almacena en cada momento, no hay otra forma de encontrarlo.

Percibimos sólo y sólo lo que nos permitimos percibir, cada día, un instante tras otro.

Herman Hesse

"¿Tienes la lista de provisiones que debemos comprar antes del viaje? Le pregunté a Yohan pero estaba tan sumido en su lectura que jamás me respondió." comenta, dándole una probada a su comida. Habían quedado de reunirse en la taberna Lambad solo ellos dos pues el erudito mayor estaba encerrado en su oficina y Mei fue a Villa Gandharva por flores medicinales. "¿Has descansado últimamente, Sully? Te necesito en forma para que repitas el papel de superhéroe." agrega con una voz melodiosa, casi cantando, en lo que una de sus manos acaricia con dulzura la melena ajena. [ @mikrokosmcs ]

today's episode of i learned english as i went: it took me a while to know berserk is pronounced BUHZERK and not BERRSERK

Y honestamente, me cuesta mucho permitir reírme sabiendo que vos no estás. Se siente indebido, incorrecto el disfrutar la vida si no estás cerca. Pero eso a vos no te ha detenido. Así que... supongo que a mí ya tampoco.

Juego de palabras

Phillip is nauseously southern, and Alejandro takes it as a challenge. It's totally one-sided, though.

Phillip, sitting on the couch, drinking an arnie palmer from a mason jar: babe, is that necessary

Alejandro, with a big ass jarrito of atole: NeNa, ¿Es NecESaRiO?