Hrafn-Odinwolf

Rain hits the cliffs meanwhile thunder sounds loudly after the strike of a shiny lightning that iluminates every single drop from the strong storm, the same storm that menaces the world with its dark black clouds which are loaded with watery hate. Facing that natural-force demonstration there are heroes,heroes who stand to see where their fate might be.

Life's a gift, a great one, and those who try to evade themselves from it shall be considered cowards. Simply cowards. "Life's full of shit" they'll say. Their reasons will be senseless. People know but do not accept that mist is no more than the lies time is going to unmask. Even the silhouette of a tree may look threatening through the fog. Fog , my friends, is just the disagreement with a life which has been given to us to be lived happily, with honour, truth, hospitality and self-reliance that must never fade, and also discipline not as hard as it impedes breathing nor as weak as it brings chaos to your life. And all these have to be supp

Las derrotas suceden en la vida. Eso es un hecho, algo que nos duele y nos atormenta, que nos apresa en una nube de relámpagos y truenos que centellean en nuestra muerte hasta que el amargo recuerdo de la derrota se vuelve turbio y apenas reconocible, oculto en lo más profundo de la parte más turbia de nuestro cerebro. A nadie le gusta perder. Aunque lo que he dicho anteriormente es cierto, debo aclarar que aunque en la vida haya derrotas, no nos debemos dar por vencidos, y mucho menos darnos por vencidos a causa de que sabemos que es posible encontrar la derrota en alguna de nuestras muchas luchas diarias. Y es que, sencillam

Sometimes we are defeated. That's a fact. that's something that hurts and something that torments us and makes us prisoners in a cloud-prison guarded by lightnings and thunders  which strike in our minds until the bitter memory of our defeat becomes unrecognizable, hidden in the darkest place of our brain. Losing is not good for anybody. Although what I said previously is true, I have to say that some things in life may defeat us  sometimes, but we should not surrender and much less giving up because you know that you could find reverses along the road.We are human, and because of that ambicious. Our ambition leads us to a pursuit of our aim

It is curious to persist on something that is, at first sight, too difficult to achieve, so much that it almost seems impossible. Nevertheless men have always been ambicious. Men need to complete their goals. How do they get that? With perseverance, although sometimes that's not enough. I do not regret keeping fighting and never surrendering, even though I'm getting to my own defeat. I do not fight because reason tells me to, but because I will never yield. My heart refuses to accept what my mind has forseen through logic. And if I have to fall I'll do it with honour, and I will learn of that bad experience. I may look mad, and perhaps I'm a

Oftentime we tend to place complicated goals, so complicated that they seem unreachable. But in the hour of need we know that if we took the hardest road was because we truly believed that we would be able to reach our goals, even though our mind says otherwise.It is then when we realize that we need aims -stupid or noble aims, that doesn't matter-.The main problem is when we start to think we can't get them. Why not? Everything consists on being perseverant as I have always stood for. You do not fail when you founder when trying to reach your goals, but when you decide not to try to reach them. It's true, when you start your road to glory yo

Típico de muchas personas. Demasiado típico. Quejarse. El problema que muchas personas padecen, y que casi podría considerase enfermedad, es que se quejan cuando no tienen razones para hacerlo. Hay muchos ejemplos a diario, y creo que no es algo que afirmo porque sí o para tener algo que criticar. No, simplemente expongo un hecho y creo que debemos tomar todos conciencia de él. Digamos que la gente se queja de lo típico: dinero, amor y la vida en general. Eso sí, los que suelen quejarse viven en una casa, duermen siempre bajo un techo (haga frío o calor) comen tres veces al día (o más) y much

Typical, so typical from most people, to complain. The biggest problem is that those people complain without a reason for it.It could almost be considered an illness. I mean no disrespect, I just want to make clear that this is something that happens on and on and on and on and on... And we have to take conscience of it. People always complain for the same reasons which are money, love and quotidian life. But those people who complain are used to live in a house, to eat three times a day and most of them got a job or are being manteined by their parents. In love matters -"No one loves me" -they say- "I'm just a poor boy (or girl)" they say.

Cuando despertó, el cielo estaba negro, pero era día. No había luz, pero era ya mañana. Lo primero que pensó al ver cielo fue que era un mal día. Se levantó refunfuñando y se preparó un frugal desayuno, tan frugal que en apenas tres bocados y no había más desayuno. Se sentó en su sillón y encendió su pipa para disponerse a fumar, cuando un rayo, y segundos más tarde un trueno, le hicieron mirar por la ventana y refunfuñar. Seguía siendo un mal día. Se puso a pensar en todo lo que había acaecido en su vida. Temblaba. Se puso a llover. Nunca fue un bu

When he awakened the sky was dark, but morning had already come. There was no light but dawn had already arrived. When he took a look at the blackened sky he thought that it was not a good day. He got up grumbling and prepared a frugal breakfast, so frugal that he finished it quickly. He sat and started to smoke when suddenly, out of nowhere, a lightning came and just a few seconds later a thunder hit the sky. He looked over the window. It was not a good day.He remembered everything that went wrong on his life. It had never been a good day at all. He was trembling. It started raining, it had never been a good day. How was it possible that he