that’s just hilarious ! long live harry potter <3

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La alarma sonó 10 minutos después de lo planeado, Julieta sabía que estaba en problemas. Odiaba llegar tarde a pilates y no quería que esta fuese la excepción. Sacó la cabeza por la ventana y dejó que una bocanada de aire llegase hasta el lugar más recóndito del cuerpo. Se vistió, tomó su cartera, su teléfono y salió.

Recordó que tenía que pasar por la estación de servicio, sino a la vuelta iba a quedarse varada en medio del camino y ya lo había experimentado una vez, nada agradable. Prendió la radio, 95.1, siempre lista para sus viajes. Eran las 11 am y la ronca y sexy voz de Andy Kusnetzoff resonaba en todo el auto.

Julieta no paraba de pensar en lo sola y triste que se sentía, necesitaba tan fervientemente esa contención que sólo un hombre le podía dar. Hacía ya más de 4 años que no se había vuelto a enamorar y empezaba a sentir que su corazón poco a poco se endurecía más y más. Poco a poco, más y más.

Pensaba en su amiga Felicitas y en la cantidad de hombres que pasaban por su cama en tan sólo un mes. Nunca podría hacer lo mismo, Julieta nunca podría acostarse con un hombre y no involucrarse, no detenerse a pensar en el “después”. Sinceramente, ella nunca fue una persona muy positiva, siempre creyó que si no se daba ese “segundo round” era porque definitivamente había hecho algo mal, en vez de pensar que tal vez, quizás, los hombres simplemente necesiten de una única velada. Julieta se había vuelto a equivocar, a sabiendas de que ella no era esa clase de mujer, cometió el mismo error que en el verano. Lanzarse al primero que se le cruzara por delante en su momento de máxima vulnerabilidad. Ya había aprendido, eso no llevaba a buen puerto.

Cabildo y juramento, faltaban 5 cuadras para llegar a pilates y el semáforo en rojo. Julieta nunca se caracterizo por su paciencia pero esperó. Y ahí fue cuando lo vio pasar, en un 206 gris, llevaba unos ray ban wayfarer rojos. La luz del semáforo no cambiaba de color y el 206 ya casi no se veía. Cerró los ojos, respiró hondo, miró hacia delante y supo lo que tenía que hacer.

Muchas veces a lo largo de nuestras vidas nos cruzamos con un semáforo en rojo al igual que le pasó a Julieta. Algunos deciden esperar y otros seguir de largo, sin importar con lo que nos podamos topar. Detenerse o avanzar, nadie sabe cuál de las dos opciones sea la más indicada, la correcta. Lo importante es elegir una. ¿Qué si no hay nada reconfortante del otro lado del semáforo? ¿Acaso las malas decisiones no forman parte de nuestras vidas? Bien o mal, del derecho o del revés, siempre tenemos las cartas sobre la mesa y nuestra tarea es cerrar los ojos, extender una mano y elegir. Julieta sabía lo que quería, si lo logró o no, eso ya no está a nuestro alcance.

Wanting to show you now and then
That i really wish you well
That every time i see you
I can hardly understand

Why I’ve come up to this point
Where I’m surrounded by lies
And i only want to speak the truth
But you’re forcing my insides

All the words I’ve said
And the faces i have made
Just a simply puppet show
So that i don’t fade away

But now I’m standing here
Asking you for mercy
‘Cause i won’t fall for this again
And my heart will never play

All the words i said
And the faces i have made
Just a simply puppet show
So that i don’t fade away

Like a roller coaster

My head is spinning

Going up and down

Again to the beginning

When I thought I was okey

That the battle I was winning

You appeared out of nowhere

To prove me it had no meaning

It can happen only once

What a fool I really was

Miss you cannot get involved

Without getting attached

I wish I could play

Play really hard to get

Oh, but baby it’s so easy

Well you got inside my head

It’s never just a trick of the eye, in these little dreams; it’s always him for sure, my big boy, just standing there and watching. I lie here and wait. I think about Janice, how I lost her, how she ran away red through my fingers in the rain, and I wait. We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, THE GREEN MILE IS SO LONG.

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This is so difficult; I do not even know where to start. Today I saw the last of the Harry Potter’s premiere online @ Trafalgar Square, London, and I was so shocked to see the amount of people standing over there, people who have been camping for more than four days.

Thing is, as I’m writing this, I’m still crying. I know there are tons of people out there feeling exactly the same thing as I do and that’s why I’m not embarrassed. It’s so nice but sad at the same time.

As I watched each and every one of the characters approaching theirs fans, I had this huge and weird feeling growing inside me. The way they respect their fans, the way they came close to them, how they signed autographs and took pictures with them, it really shows how GOOD and AMAZING people they ALL are.

I still have this shaky-weird-kind of feeling running through my body as I remember the look on their faces. For instance, Dan, last one to show up but he showed his love to all of us, to all of his fans. How he hugged JK, how he thanked her for everything she had done, “anything that happens to me in my career after this, I owe to you.”

I can’t believe this was the last time we got to see all of them together, not only as co-workers, but also as a family. They are such an inspiration to all of us, and I know I’m not bluffing when I say they mean the world.

As I was watching the premiere, I remembered the important and rough moments I had to live when I was younger, and for a very strange and particular reason, I always had one of the Harry Potter’s books with me. It seems a bit odd to say this, but this story has helped me so bad and has accompanied me when I needed it the most. I’m sure most of you have similar experiences and won’t take me as a weirdo, that’s why I’m sharing this with you.

I want to say many many things but I’m still shacking, I just have this feeling you know, a feeling that cannot be described or put into words but I am sure you all know what I’m talking about.

I can only say I’m glad to be part of the generation that grew up with Harry Potter, glad and proud to say that this huge story is the one who helped out figuring what to do with my life. Almost 4 years since I’ve started my career at University and it was all thanks to the World of Harry Potter.

As a world, as human kind, we have been through many things but it’s nice to see at the end of the day that we still have something that joins all of us.

This is definitely not the end and quoting JK: “Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”

Ps. my eyes still hurt x.x

This grudge for the past we tend to have might lead us through the wrong way.

Sometimes we are so blinded by reality we do not see it coming and all of the sudden we are hit by this big boomerang and force to kiss the floor.

Whether we like it or not we mingle and realize we are surrounded by things we weren’t used to. This feeling of wanting to say something that you just cannot, takes you and leaves you standing there, looking at the sky gathering the right words.

We don’t know where we are heading, we don’t know what we truly feel, we just know we should wait and be patient. Cause patience is the answer to all of our calls, but it can also be the worst of our consequences.