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Vacaciones incompletas

Nunca había sido tan feliz en julio. No es que antes no tuviera vacaciones ni viviera esclavizado a un grave y penoso trabajo de verano... (bueno, PEMEX no cuenta), pero finalmente creo que hay muchas cosas que valen la pena acerca de mis vacaciones. Creo que sería bueno comenzar con las cosas que aprendí. Me siento cómodo haciendo una lista, y como esté es mi espacio, para tratar de enumerar de alguna forma todas las cosas que me han enseñado los días durante este mes.

Las clases no se acaban hasta que se acaban... y aún así, es complicado, no por voluntad sino por obligación, separarse de la escuela

Un libro siempre te va a sacar de problemas, enseñar cosas y hasta brindarte buenos momentos.... claro un buen libro

La neurosis vive en la cabeza de los demás, se manifiesta en forma de regaños y siempre se puede evitar si alejas tu silla lo suficiente

El árbol lleno de mangos siempre es un reto, bajar los mangos también lo es... pero subir al árbol puede parecer más complicado que subir al Everest si tienes miedo a las alturas

Después de todo Acapulco no es tan malo, hay mucho sol, muchas playas, y muchas chicas bonitas. Sin embargo, Ixtapa, con todo y lluvia, es cien veces más bonito y también hay chicas muy lindas...

Aunque es justo admitir que Acapulco siempre tiene algo sorprendente que mostrar

Las chicas de Chihuahua son espectaculares y siempre salvan el día

Siempre hay forma de reconciliarte con la parte de ti que se quedó quinientos kilómetros lejos

No hay que quemarse demasiado porque después sufres las dolorosas consecuencias

Siempre va a estar ahí la persona con la que podré vivir aventuras... sólo hay que voltear alrededor

Ser "el tío Pablo" requiere de mucha responsabilidad... pero vale la pena

No puedes fabricar el cariño... esas cosas se sienten y también se dejan de sentir... por lo que hay que cuidar mucho a las personas que quieres

Nunca anteponer los grupos a las personas, nunca las necesidades personales al colectivo, nunca hacer algo por los demás... sólo tienes que ayudar un poco... y ya

La ciudad de México es el lugar más hermoso, apacible y con el mejor clima en donde yo haya estado...

(incompleto)

Lo extraño de lo incompleto es que siempre terminas de una forma totalmente distinta de la que empezaste.

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