Today she saw him different

….

he was different, with his hair undone…he was passed out… in another world. It’s rather bizarre the way she loved him the moment she saw him that morning. He was not even paying attention to her as he’d always done. To her, he was so authentic at that moment. It’s when you don’t lie to anybody and, what’s more important, you don’t lie to yourself. She thought that in that way, he was honest to himself. With his attitude he was shouting: -”I had a bad night! so what!? I don’t need to fake in front of anybody..”

That was the first time she saw him so authentic. Not worrying about what people might say…, that was the attitude that captivated her. She wanted to kiss him all, stay by his side… and talk nonsense… She wanted to ask him what had happened the night before, but, that was a rather personal question and out of place. She managed, instead, to comment: -”it seems yesterday you had QUITE an interesting night..” then, she left the place.

That night, she had some flashbacks about the time he used to chasing her all day and night, the different ways he’d tried to call her attention, and the very personal things about himself. She remembered the bottles of perfume on his body that everybody noticed although people were at about one km away from him. She remembered his sexy and manly voice so different from the high pitch tone of her voice. She thought about so many things…about him..

She suddenly remembered the time he suggested her to be more aware of the people around her. It was true that she hadn’t cared much about her surroundings, and that she needed to change some of her attitudes to survive in the Tube but it was also true that sometimes you also need to think about yourself, as well. Sometimes, your soul needs some attention from you…

Except for his age, Peter was the person she was looking for. He had an open-mind that seduced her. He was social enough to be liked by the people around him; he was rather a faithful guy with- at least what he showed to a certain extend-… a “spiritual” side, as well. He was, however, quite progressive in his actions and thoughts. But what struck her the most was the way he solved “interpersonal problems”. That was what she liked most about him. Specially, she admired this aspect of his personality..

He was such a perfect guy, so eager to love. He had the ability to make people feel loved and special. He knew how to treat someone with care and respect. Though, he also had quite a “dark side”. Sometimes, he showed just the opposite… nothing to do with his patient personality and gentleman manners. So difficult to know a person -she thought. Though, she was living in the same house.

I uncurse the day I fell in love..

I uncurse the day I fell in love,
cause since that day
I’ve been smart,
from mistakes I did, I learnt a lot.

I’ve been much stronger,
I keep going on..

I uncurse the day I fell in love,
cause love is a blessing..

sent from above…

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Eres Tu

why love makes me sad…,
i will accept the gift from heaven…
i will live each second i spend with you…

your presence makes me infinitely happy..
there will be a time we will say goodbye
i will make each second last for ever in my mind and my heart…

thank you… for making me vulnerable…
never ”ve cried… since long time ago…

thank you for filling my soul with you…
so very you, you are here…

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desatar
nudos
librarse
volar
crecer
correr
caminar
nadar
relajarse

el pasado no vuelve mas
todo desaparece
nada permanece

construir cada momento
hacerlo unico
los sueños
preguntar
a quienes saben como lo lograron
siempre hay un camino que han seguido
errar es humano
cada uno es consciente de sus actos
siempre podemos aprender
excusas siempre sobran,
el derrotismo que a veces nos imponen

tener ejemplos, buenos ejemplos de como
lo han logrado
del modo, mas que lo efectivo
lo tan nocivo para conseguirlo,
en beneficio de quien o quienes

de cuanto recibimos… de cuanto queremos recibir
de que calidad en que proporcion,
que tanto uno se cuida,
de que manera uno ve el mundo,
como uno juzga las cosas,
desde que punto de vista,
como uno lee, letras, oraciones,
parrafos, la conclusion,
mas alla… el futuro, ve el pasado,
se queda con el presente,
relaciona, compara, solo un minuto,
o la vida entera…,
que cosas le han enseñado,
quienes, con que intenciones,
consciente de ello, libremente,
eligiendo, siendo fuerte, vulnerable,

probando..? comprobando, intentando?
resolviendo? prediciendo? sabiendo de antemano
intuyendo, pensando, reflexionando, en compañia, solitario,
en libros, la naturaleza, matematicas,
material, inconsciente

sin compasion, sin tener en cuenta la voluntad, el hecho de considad un ser humano? un animal? un numero mas?
que tan profundo, que tanta importancia, interes?, conocimientode la situacion de la verdad? de que manera lo aprovecha, para quienes, por medio de que metodos,

con que derecho, bajo que fin,
solo con el hecho de hacer sufrir? solo con el proposito de hacer
romper la fe, la ilusion, de romper la fe que depositamos, no sera que no vemos realmente lo que sucede…
de las respuestas anuestras preguntas estan justamente en los sucesos
en las observaciones que se pueden hacer,
las palabras que escuchamos, las experiencias de vidas,
la razon que va mas alla de nuestro entendimiento,
pero que puede venir en el momento menos esperado,…
y ahi sentimos el perfume, a que sabe, que textura tiene,
que tan aspecro es…,
de que color era, y sera,
que tan ancho, profundo, de que altura, volumen,
cada conexion que puede realizarse,
cada matiz que puede lograr, hasta que punto puede llegar
y ser capaz,
cual es el sonido, tranquilo, dejar fluir,
dejarlo partir, sabiendo que otra vez sera igual,
que nada va a cambiar,
que aun sabiendo la repeticion es incapaz de salir,
se interponen los sonidos,
y uno escucha lasmismas palabras, los mismos sucesos,
ya sabe como empieza, como sigue,
como termina, y como vuelve otra vez a repetirse,

hasta que ese dia llega, cuando es sorprendida
la vos es nueva, los colores, jamas vistos,
las situaciones jamas vividas,
las palabras se relacionan, los puntos se unen,
todo comienza a funcionar, el rompecabezas se arma,
la luz alumbra la oscuridad,
aquello con que tropezabas, hacia que te corrieras hacia la lampara que pudiste prender,
cuando volteaste tu cabeza para ver los primeros colores, evito que
que tus ojos sean lastimados con la punta de un mueble,
tropezaste y eso hizo que reflexionaras y descanzaras, asi llenaste tu
cuerpo de energias que necesitabas para finalmente encontrarlo.

heart feels…

Esa mañana como lo había hecho en el primer trimestre entro al 1er. grado, uno de los cursos mas alegres, integrado por alumnos con personalidades bien marcadas. Era un placer ver en sus rostros alegría y sonrisas que llenaban el alma de cualquier persona. En este grupo, bien recuerdo, resaltaba un niño entre los demás por su forma de comportarse y ser: educado, atento a las instrucciones del profesor, y extremadamente aplicado. Era el primero en terminar sus tareas y poseía además el cuaderno mas prolijo y completo de todos los alumnos de ingles que he tenido. El cuaderno reflejaba claramente una madre dedicada, responsable y paciente. Era un cuaderno prolijamente forrado. Dentro de éste habían carátulas con títulos impecablemente escritos y dibujos perfectamente pintados.

Esa mañana al entrar al aula me llama la atención un llanto incontrolable que sobresalía entre el murmullo de los demás compañeritos de clase. La maestra anuncia mi llegada, pide que guarden sus cuadernos que estaban sobre sus mesitas y que saquen de sus mochilas el cuaderno de Inglés. Al cruzarnos y darse cuenta que no quito mi vista del niño que no para de llorar me dice: -Siempre llora así. -¿Por qué?, le pregunté. -No le hagas caso, me respondió.

Empiezo mi clase con mucha energía, cantamos el “Hello Teacher” y jugamos al “Simon Says”. Finalmente, el momento de hacer actividades en el cuaderno llega. Cada uno está sentado y concentrado en sus tareas. Pero de fondo seguían esos llantos desconsolados. Todos lo escuchaban y aunque no decían nada, sentían el dolor de su compañerito, eso reflejaban sus rostros. Me acerco a él y le pregunto: -¿Por qué estás llorando?. Me mira y me dice: -Mis padres se separaron… Me quedo callada por unos segundos y no se que hacer…Pienso: ¿Cómo un niño tan pequeño puede soportar tanto dolor?. Teniendo veinticinco años me pone mal que mis padres se lleven mal, cómo se sentiría un niño de seis años que sus padres no estén juntos, que los viera por separado… me siento a su lado, lo abrazo y le digo:- No llores…,y se fue calmando de a poco…

enjoying the present time…

because the leaves are perfect…
the little gifts of everyday…,
a kind meeting,…
an unexpected face from the past…,

your company by my side…,
a chat…,
walking and enjoying the people by your side…

the posibility of loving yourself..,
treating yourself right…,
knowing that today is perfect…

not forgetting that we are just temporily..
but knowing that you can have great effects
on other souls… minds… lens…

being calm… knowing that everything will come…
doing things right…,
good things will come your way…,
if you have water your apple seeds…
their fruits will be apples… nothing else..

knowing… your heart… will guide you towards
the right people…, place…, situation…,
choosing right…, you will learn as you gained
experience… don’t worry… about… time..

every person has his pace… but
depends on you… learning… faster…
let’s be faster learners…
let’s be good guiders…,
responsible leaders…,
good followers…

I like it

Toda buena obra necesita preparación

Buena base…buena obra…que es lo que hace

Querible… que es lo que la hace especial…

El esfuerzo, la pasión,

El tiempo, la emoción, la imperfección,

El saber que dimos un paso adelante.

then and now

i would be missing you,

do I miss you?

do you miss me?

i may have thought we were not for each other

but deep inside…

i believed that we were going to be together…

what makes a relationship strong..?

now some time has passed by
I did not understand …
I deep inside wanted so many sentences
or just an order…

going backward and forward
seeing the past… living the present… and knowing more about
the whys…

i don’t blame you…
cause I had a similar story…

but me unlike you,
started to love you more…
it is said, i once heard that
you can forget someone
only if you find someone
you love more..

you couldn’t forget her..
you still love her..
but it’s ok,
it’s what you have chosen…
i already accepted that..

in any aspect of our life… we have what we have asked for..
what we want…
what we accept…
no more nor less…

if we want something that is not part of the
present– we look for it…
till we get it..
and if not, it’s because we
haven’t wished it hard and long enough

why wishing to be number 2
when i was used to be number one—
when i can be exclusive within another heart…
why humilliating for one minute
why begging for something
that is not willing to be given
from a sincere heart…
from the bottom of the heart

maybe miscommunication has
to do with our definition of love…
i always thought that love is when you want the other person to be happy…
you are happy for his success
you want him to become the best
person he can be..
he wants the same for you..

he guides you when you are lost..
he gives you good advice when he sees something wrong,
he makes you feel secure,

but maybe love is more than this…
maybe some people are just open to
love and others aren’t…
it is related to selfsteem, trust,
strengh, and what one is looking for…
you don’t want it..
you are not looking for..
you don’t have heart…
she has your heart…

i guess you gone

I will learn a lot…
what can i say
i was blessed..

sometimes I cry..
sometimes I laugh
its amazing…
kind of big big family…

what does an antisocial do
in a crowded place

what ironic life can be!
this is hell or this is heaven…!
its kind of living in a day five days!

will i survive
will i end…finish