The Laughing Heart

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your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you. 

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✍  Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; Andernach, Germany, August 16, 1920 – San Pedro, California, U.S., March 9, 1994).
◙ John George Brown

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El Corazón que Ríe 

tu vida es tu vida
no dejes que sea apaleada hasta una lúgubre sumisión.
estate alerta.
hay salidas.
hay una luz en alguna parte.
puede que no sea mucha luz pero
golpea a la oscuridad.
estate alerta.
los dioses te van a ofrecer oportunidades.
conócelas.
tómalas.
no podés derrotar a la muerte pero
podés vencer a la muerte en vida, a veces.
y cuanto más a menudo aprendas a hacerlo,
más luz habrá.
tu vida es tu vida.
conócela mientras aún la tengas.
tú eres maravilloso
los dioses esperan para deleitarse
dentro tuyo.
 
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