And who knows maybe the horse will sing

Bueno felicidades, el peer pressure rindió resultado, aquí esta mi blog. La verdad es que he tenido miles, pero me canso y los borro, asumo que es cuestión de tiempo para que este sufra el mismo destino que todos sus no muy alegres predecesores.

Bueno como es la una de la mañana y no voy a escribir nada remotamente interesante, los dejo con el texto de donde salió el nombre del blog, enjoy!

Nasrudin was caught in the act and sentenced to die. Hauled up before the king, he was asked by the Royal Presence: "Is there any reason at all why I shouldn't have your head off right now?" To which he replied: "Oh, King, live forever! Know that I, the mullah Nasrudin, am the greatest teacher in your kingdom, and it would surely be a waste to kill such a great teacher. So skilled am I that I could even teach your favorite horse to sing, given a year to work on it." The king was amused, and said: "Very well then, you move into the stable immediately, and if the horse isn't singing a year from now, we'll think of something interesting to do with you."
As he was returning to his cell to pick up his spare rags, his cellmate remonstrated with him: "Now that was really stupid. You know you can't teach that horse to sing, no matter how long you try." Nasrudin's response: "Not at all. I have a year now that I didn't have before. And a lot of things can happen in a year. The king might die. The horse might die. I might die.

"And, who knows? Maybe the horse will sing."