New year pledge

I pledge to love myself more this year...to trust that God knows better what I need...to purge my life from things I do not need...

I pledge to do whatever is in my power to love better those who deserve my love. To laugh and play and be happy rather than involve in self petty and sadness...

I pledge to be free from anger, envy, jealousy, resentment, and all negativity that is unproductive.

I pledge to stand for what is right and fight against what is wrong. I pledge to give more and take less. To try to understand and forgive...but never forget. When we forget we repeat our mistakes.  I pledge to learn from my mistakes and to grow from them.

Over anything else I pledge to love my God over anyone and everthing. Thank you God for Your love that is the very reason of our existence.

The cardinal

There is a cardinal that visits my garden once in a while. He has a crimson red coat of feathers and a beautiful crown over his head...he grooms himself with pride so the chicks can recreate their eyes in his beauty. He is so full of himself...and he sings with the loudest most beautiful voice in the garden. I love to watch him at the top of the tree, singing his butts off like the world existance depends on it. He is the most gorgeous bird in the entire garden. No even the Blue Jays can match him. Happy new year little fella. Wake up early tomorrow and go get the warms...

The thruth and the Snow

The thruth is white
Like the fresh snow
That comes down from heaven
And as the liar manipulates it
It becomes brownish and dirty
Like the snow
After it mixes with the salt and the mud and the steps of people and animal's excrement...
And neither can go back to be the way they were...

And by the way

Did I say that I love you? No? Oh well. There you have it! Now you know.  Or do you? Hell no. You have no idea. Cause guess what? You have no clue what real love is. Or do you? I did no think so.

Quisiera

Ahogarte en mi bebida
Y olvidar que alguna vez te conoci...quisiera borrar de mi memoria tu rostro y no pensarte
Nunca mas. Quisiera despertar manana y ser otra persona que no te recuerda. Sufrir de ammesia repentina...seria tan feliz!

Listen

To the music...the sensous rythm...the words wrotten by an excentric poet...it brings so many memories...of family reunions...special times with friends from long ago...long weekends at the beach...dancing in the streets on carnival season...flirting with the neighborhood kids...and laughing with the girls about those same kids...ah! Those were the good times....that is why I listen to the music.

Deja Vu

Another year goes by...
Do I need
 to say anything else?
Nah. Just put one feet in front of the other. Keep going. New streets. New faces and yet, same old same. Nothing new under the sun...or is it?

The Face of Endurance

Your face talks to me about your broken dreams. It is strong and manly, and yet I can see some sadness when you smile. the exposure to the weather, to stress, to life, to lacks, and desperation are leaving their marks on you. Not only on your skin, but specially in your spirit. You have endure so much, the lack of humanity, of emphaty, of love; the coldest nights and the lonely roads; the misunderstandings; the self petty, the guiltiness and the blamings...your face holds a strange beauty, the product of your pain and sadness, and your truth and lies.

The Wound

The warrior at the top of the mountain got wounded. She licked the blood from her wound...she drinked potions to get herself well...with herbs and plants she eventually healed.  Then she went back to her own self. She is seatting now on the top of her mountain. She keeps a watch, like an Eagle. She is sharpening her weapons. Now she is ready to battle. She stands up. Her wound is now just an ugly scar. She smiles because that  Ugly scar makes her stronger. It reminds her of that time she almost die. She embraces her scar. It is part of her now. And in matter of fact, it is a beautiful ugly scar.

The Time

It goes by so fast when we are happy and so slow when we are not...it drags like a snake to torture us with it"s hiss. Tic tac tic tac...it synchronizes that sound with the beat of our hearts...tic tac tic tac....it goes slow when the winter is here...the one of the soul tic tac tic tac...and it goes by fast when spring brings its life and love blossom in our garden...tic tac tic tac...time is finite...once is gone is gone...cannot catch it in a bottle...cannot put a hold on it...tic tact tic tac...now is here, now is gone...sorry, too late. No coming back, time only move forward. Tic tac tic tac.

The Walk

The walk is long. For some is shorter. Sometimes is harder. But for others is easier. We are walkers who wonder...we walk together. Sometimes we are alone...sometimes we join someone. We talk to each other, we share our dreams, our thoughts, our hopes...sometimes we listen, sometimes we don't...sometimes we care and sometimes we don't...but we should care. Somehow we should.
You see, life is too short, the sun heats up, the winter is cold, spring and fall go by to soon, and it is with our friends where we found the joy, the love and support to keep walking.

Sister

You told me so many times
Life is too short to waste it
In people that ain't worthed...
You had the wisdom that I lack
Beautiful soul that loved so deeply
Who lived life intensively
And gave so much without asking
Anything in return...
Sis...I miss you. I wish I could walk to your desk once again
And ask for your wisdom.
Your friendship meant so much to me. It was an honor to be your friend..thank you.

A Special Day

It was a day
Like any other
Nothing unusual.
July 30th. 10:10 p.m
Parallel lifes
Crossing each other
In an unusual way.
It has been 5 months
But we all know
Parallel lines
Are just that: parallel.

Thank You!

For awaking on me
My ability to write
To put the tears in the paper
In organized thoughts...
Thank you for helping me
Build better walls
Where sadness and pain
Are not welcomed...
I am rebuilding now
A place of safety...
But thank  you thought...
For awaking the poet on me
That was long death...
The poet really thank you.

For You and For me

This night is a special one
For us, people of little faith...
Lets give thanks to
The Holy one
Who born in Bethlehem
On Christmas night
Come with your heart free from hate
Empty yourself of all that pain
Bow your head for the little one
Who bore on the cross your sins and mine...
Come feel true love my dearest friend, not from the world
But from the little babe
Who came to save us
From our pain. Dont shy away
Dont feel left out, there is room for you in His heart,
All that it takes is for you to pray.
Get in your knees and say: Jesus enter my heart. God bless!

Me gusta

Mirar a la gente feliz a mi alrededor...
Me hace feliz tambien...
Cada uno con sus propios suenos
Sus ilusiones...y cada quien con sus amores...
Perhaps su felicidad es contajiosa...

This is so no right

So much that sometimes it hurts...
But who cares right...?
Is the game of the mouse, the cat, and the dog...
Me being the mouse...
Guess what? The mouse
For being little is faster
Hides better and perhaps
It is the smarter one...
Maybe equiped with better survirvor skills...?!
Don't mind. It is not about you
This time it is about me. I still care though...but
I need to care more about me.

Ha! I lost my post! New style of poetry...just for you.p

Why is it...

That I am in a place of fun
And all I do
Is thinking of you?
So many people around
So much fun and yet
The world is empty...
Because...just because...why cannot i look at someone else
And just...no. Is not the same...
That is not me... And that is not you.

Parallel lifes

We crossed paths once
Seems like long time ago
I thank you my teacher
For the lessons I learned
Thank you for lending me
A hand and for making me
Smile. I thank you also
For making me cry, for now
I know I am alive.

Thank you too for revolting
My soul, for shaking my world
And put me to think...

And more than anything
Thank you for helping
 me to find me.

And the World goes On

While baby Jesus
Born once again
The world goes on
Such beautiful night
And all we think is
Material things...
How much I own
How much I am worth
And people shop
They eat and drink
But no love in this
World of stone...

So the night is cold
And the star is bright
And the Angel sing
For the King is born...
While the world goes on.

Another time

Perhaps
we should have met
In another time and
Another place...
I would have seen
Your smile and my heart
Would have sank
I would have giggled
Trying to stare at your
Beautiful eyes...
I would have felt
Butterflies on my tummy
And i would have shy out
My face red like a tomatoe...
You would have smile
Feeling flattered
That a silly teen
Flirtered with you...
Then my bus would
Start moving again
And you would ask me
With a gesture to come
Out of the bus
And say hi.
Too late now.
The bus drove away
And I am gone...
Maybe in another time
Maybe in another place.
This time we missed
Each other again.

The Ray of Sun

The ray of sun hits my window, brightening the room and giving me a misleading feeling of nice weather. In reality it is a cold winter afternoon. The wind is shacking the dry leaves out of the trees and there is a distinctive smell in the air: a storm is coming.  I look through the window. The sky is clear and no sight of a cloud. Yet I know. It is coming. I am expecting it. It should arrive anytime now. I smile because deep down I like storms. They are interesting. Each one have its own pattern. I like to hear the wind outside breaking the quietness of the trees, causing things to move around...


It really is a beautiful afternoon, if only through the window glass. I am sure that anyone walking out there will disagree with me. They are entitle to that and I am equally entitled to my own opinion.


I take a deep breath and imagine for a moment a nice summer day in the beach. seating under a palm tree, feeling the warm sand under my feet. If I close my eyes I can perceive the ocean breeze caressing my skin. The sunshine hits my skin intensifying the dark tone of my Latino heritage. I can taste the salt of the ocean in the warm air. I taste it in my throat, as I swallow the exquisite fresh coconut water...I open my eyes from my magical dream and is now dark, the ray of sun no longer there. The wind has stop but the cold remains. I walk outside and the cold hits my tan face, with the same intensity that the ocean's wind. I  walk into the dark, wishing for warmer days.


The end...or is it?

The storm Inside

The storm inside is like the calm before a hurricane...
Is quiet, like an evening under a palm tree,
in front of the sea...


Is like that soft breeze in the ocean that move
the waves back and forth
and increases as the hours pass by...


It is like the quietness of an evening before a tornado hit,
when the sky gets almost green, and you can hear
the sound of the wind...


The storm inside is so quiet,
you can hear it like
 the sound of your own heart
or the breathing of your lungs
or your blood pumping
through your veins...


Is so quiet
is scary...like and earthquake
that move the earth beneath your feet
so you breath deep and remain quiet
and alert...like that child
on the closet, hiding from
herself...

The Trick

Said the snake to the apple: let's tempt the women. The apple smiled and said: ok.
The woman fall for the trick
And invited the man.
The man fall for the woman
So snake, apple, woman and man
Were all throw out of the garden...

The name

You called me coward
For no answering you...
I called it wisdom...
You see, I know you:
The name is bully
And envy and anger
Indolence and lack of love...
You live in the street
Of deceiving
Across the neighborhood
Of lies and pain...
You see, I know your face
And I know your name
...but I chose my fights.
I stand for the poor
And the lonely and the hurt
The hungry and the sad.
Anything else
Is not worthed my time.
But dont  forget
That I know your name
The same way
that you know mine!

When I look away

I still care.
Even if I don't talk
I still care.
Even when I laugh
And I seem to forget
I still care.
And when I dance
And when I dream
And when I drink
To drawn the pain
I still care.
Perhaps is because I care
That I seem not to care.
Does that makes sense?
Of course not...
But who cares anyway.
Right? Right!

Another friend

Is gone...
A star had lost its light
A flower lost its petals
A voice is silent...
She is no more
A loving mother
To her children...
Her soul is gone
To her Creator.
Perhaps now
She find the peace
Of true love
In the arms of Him
Who love us all...

Remembrances

We used to talk
Back in the time
About love, freedom,
And the pursue
Of happines.
Remember those days?
We used to think
We were invincible...
And we sang songs
Of liberty and we stood up
For what was right
You were here
And I was there
Do you remember
The first kiss that was
Given with honest love?
Or the first argument
That we gave to defend
Our point?
I remember fighting
Against unjustice
Speaking my mind
For what was right
So...what went wrong?

Can You Imagine?

A world without war
Where the wolfs and
The Eagles hang around
And the men and the snakes
Get along...
Can you imagine?
A world without pollution
Where trees grow
Freely...and there exist
Space for every creature
Under the stars...
Can you imagine that?

Balancing the Act

For each one of you
Uncaring and unloving
There are 10 that care
And love...
For every Hittler
There is an Ann Frank
For every Judas
There is a Peter
For every prodigal son
There is a loving father
Waiting for that son to return.

Walking toward you

Every step we take
Bring us a bit closer to you
Every tear we shed
Bring us a little near to you
Every smile we share
Lead us a bit closer to you...
You are the ultimate goal
Even when we get lost
On our way.

A friend told me

"A good drink...
A good friend...
And a good conversation...
That is all we need
To be happy...
Cheers!"

If

If you knew...

 how much I love you...
If you could measure
The weight of the love
I feel for you...or package
It in a bottle and sale it
You would be a millionaire!

Ah! The irony. Cause you dont know. Do you?

De Repente

The recuerdo
Y me haces falta...
Y quisiera pretender
Que estas aqui
Y me sonries
Como aquel dia
Y se me olvida
Que era mentira
Que me querias...
Que corta memoria
Tenemos los seres humanos

Dear friend

I heard about you in the news today. I felt sad for you. I never knew. We put these masks every day, like everything is ok. We don’t talk about it, we just smile and say everything is well. We lie, you know?

I am sorry for your pain. The sadness that you must hold on your heart. To be hurt by the one you love. The one that give you the first flower, the one that put joy in your heart with that first kiss of the youth, when you believe in a bed of roses and the charming prince. Girl, that prince does not exist.

I know you thought he could change. Nobody changes, unless they make a huge effort. But we cannot change anyone. We barely can change ourselves. I know you wanted a dad for your kids. That bind so many into a bad relationship. To keep the appearances. To keep the family together…oh girl, those kids you wanted to protect were there today, they went through the worse pain I child can see…they have been there every time he put his hands on you…they have seen your face with black spots, they probably heard the yelling’s, the name callings…they probably lived in fear everyday…

Sometimes is better to walk away. To swallow your pride and look for help. To take the mask out and say I am not ok, things are not well. I live in fear. I am in pain. Look for a helpful hand. Take your kids and run away. I wish you have done that, but you did not. So we are all praying for you, we hope you make it through.

The Flower

There is a flower in the garden

It is tender, and soft

And stands up to the cold

the wind and the rain, the sun,

the heath, the storm…

its name is love…

and it is so fragile

like life itself.

Pondering

It is cold in here...
It is the weather?
Or it is my soul?

The tree in my garden

The tree in my garden

The tree on my garden is gone.

It was cut by a lumberjack

He looked at it and though:

It must go!

I was distracted, like a bug

With the light of the fire

The cracking sound of the wood

And the heat that warmed up

the winter night in November….

We distract ourselves like that

Sometimes…

And we don’t see

The danger stranger

Because we don’t want

To see it…

We distract ourselves with laughs

To pretend we are safe…

The tree on my garden is now gone

And yet its roots may still there

Maybe next Spring

It will rise again,

Against all odds

And will defy the hand that cut it off

And the distracted eyes

That did not stop it from happening.

Perhaps I am all three,

The lumberjack, the tree, and the eyes

That did not see.

The Circle

And then Love is also...

 the gesture in your eyes

When you want to laugh

But stop yourself on your tracks

No to offend anyone you care for…

It is the smile on your lips

When you are talking about your dreams

Or the cuts in your fingers

Due to the cold winter,

No the one in the world

But the one inside you…

It is the curve on your shoulders

Bruised by carrying that daily cross

A cross made of  broken dreams,

lack of forgiveness, anger,

 Hunger for humanity,

 thirst for care and tenderness

 broken hopes that reminds you

How small the human heart can be

Sometimes…

And you keep loving despite

The lack of food in your plate

Or a roof over your head

Or a coat to protect you

Or company to make you laugh

Or a bed to rest your pain…

Love is the strength with which

You hold your tears

when lacking

 a hand to hold,

a soul to share with

a love to love you back

and yet you disregard

the same in others...

perhaps because

you never learned to give

the same way yo never

learned to receive?

and the cycle goes on:

giving, in the hope  of receiving;

when love should be free

should exist just because it is...

An at the end we all continue walking

In the never ending circle

of ice, chasing our tails

for an almost utopic dream.

So you asked...

Is love real?
I think the answer
Is whithin yourself...

And then again
When pondering
About love we must
Look into the greatest
Expression of love:
Jesus dying in the cross
For us...
Can we love the way
He loves us? Nope
But is love real?
Yes. It is. He love us.
He is love. Therefore
Love is real.

$ometimes

Sometimes you cross the path
With true Angels...
The ones that pick you from the floor
And help you stand up
And clean the dust from your knees
And let you cry in their shoulders
And pray with you
For you. They were by my side tonight. Sometimes they disguise
Themselves as friends. But I know better.

Today

Is not yesterday
And not yet tomorrow
Today is just today.
And yet we are here
Because yesterday
And today will lead us
Unavoidable to
Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the sum
Of yesterday and today.

So what are we doing today
To build our tomorrow?
Are we just letting the Mary-go-round take charge? Or are we
Grabbing life by the hair
And taking charge...?
Or are we just waiting to exhale?
Whatevee we are doing today
Will have an effect in our tomorrow.

Your love

Like a drop of water in the desert
For the thirsty peregrine...that is your love...

Like a distant star in the sky unable to heat the earth
Despite it brightness…that is your love...

Like a tender flower in the snow
Which will not survive nor will turn winter into spring...that is your love...

And yet the peregrine will rejoice for a second in the sweet taste of the liquid...the star will still bring joy to someone's eyes...an the flower will adorn the cold garden even if for a short spam of time. After all love is life. Even an ego centered love like yours.

Angel or...

Demon? Perhaps both.
Still. I miss you.
I hope you regain
Your wings
And return to the light
Someday.

Reborn

I wish I could reborn and start over again
Then I would dance in the rain
Get my feet in the mud
Roll over the grass
Sleep under the stars
Jump naked into a river
Let my hair dry under the sun
Chase butterflies
Laugh at the top of my lungs
For no reason other that to hear
My own laugh
Explore the woods and get lost
Learn to survive on my own
Climb mountains
Explore caves
Follow the footsteps
Of the wilderness
Without fear
Be brave
Learn to say no
Learm to be by myself
Enjoy the loneliness
The silence
The quietness
Of being im the middle
Of nowhere
With myself.
In the warm womb
Once again.

Your Hands

They are strong and manly
They are skilled and agile
And at their touch
The skin rises
Like burning by fire
And yet caressed by
The touch of a feather...
Their touch is firm
And yet so tender
One can travel from heaven
To hell in a second
And then back to earth...
Ah! Your hands are creative
Hard workers...builders...lovers
Your hands are two of a kind.

Time to pause

Sometimes we must stop and recharge. Am I going in the right direction? If not then what? Why? And then what am I going to do about it?
The fact is that we are humans. We deal with emotions. Life is not straight forward. Instead we deal with an amalgama of feelings that can drag us in a rollercoaster ride. We scream. We cry. We laugh. We get angry. We get scared. We get sad. Happiness does not last. The good news is neither does sadness. Emotional states will vary from day to day. So hang in there. One more day. Take a deep breath. Feel the blood in your veins. Listen to your hearth. Everything in your body screams that you are alive. It is ok to feel the way you do. Because we are human. And this will pass. Just take a time to pause and recharge. Start over again.

As the Night

As the night brings darknes
So have you!
As the winter brings cold weather
So have you!
Like a black cat crosses one's path
And brings bad luck
So have you...and yet
There is beauty in the night
There is some warm in the cold
There is some joy in the cat. Life is not black and white.

What If

We are already dead
without even knowing
and we are walking dead
in a land of zombies...
What if we are just dreaming
that we are alive
but we are dead inside
dead to the light
that bright our days
dead to the wind
that refresh our souls
dead to the love
that grows around us...
what if...will you care?

The Eagle and the Wolf

There was upon a time a wolf that was wounded. The Eagle searching from the sky for an easy pray spotted the bleeding wolf. Against her nature and instincts she landed near the wolf with curiosity and a bit of fear. She has closed encounters with another wolf long ago and has lost many feathers in that fight. But this wolf looked different. He whinned a bit and licked his wounds. Did not showed fear for the curious Eagle. Instead addresesed her with his big soft baby blue eyes as one will adress a friend or perhaps a pack member. The Eagle backed up nervous. Being a creature of the sky meant she was alone must of the time. It was awkward to interact with another creature so close and personal. The Eagle stayed there for a little while.she was not hungry so did not looked at the wolf as a possible dinner. She was just curious. Other animals of pray circuled the area. The wolf shivered on pain. The Eagle just stood there for a while. Warming her feathers under the cold sun of winter. Some time before dawn she got hungry and took of for a hunting trip. For some crazy reason she returned to the wolf with a big rabbit. Started breaking her dinner in pieces when her eyes collided with those of the hungry wolf. He was starving too. Maybe her female nature nurturing and caring kicked her because despite any self preserve instincts she approched the wolf and dropped half of the rabbit at his side. The wolf devored the meat in an instant. The Eagle backed off fast. One could tell if she has not backed off fast she would has been part of the wolf dinner. She finished her portion and cleaned her beack and then plucked her feathers. The night was now covering the land and a cold breeze reminded them both that winter was in to stay. Against her best judgement she stayed near by the wolf that night...she usually will go at the top of her mountain and watch the sleeping world from the safety of the highs...but she choose to be vulnerable and become a guardian for the wounded wolf that now slept quietly knowing a friend was nearby ready to fight over any predator that looked at him as a possible dinner. Strange friendships born from the most unusual situations. But animals of prey are animals of prey and no matter what their nature will take over. Eventually the wolf healed. The Eagle then realized that the highs was where she belong. She went back to her special place and watched the wolf from the distance reuniting with his own kind. She wondered how will life be in the woods. She will never know. She spread her wings and fly in the blue sky. It was dinner time. She spot a snake and down she went. Merciless she struck her nails into the terrestrial creature and flew away back to her nest. In her way to her nest she crossed paths with the wolf once .again. He looked up and saw her carrying her dinner. She looked down and saw him devoring a deer. They both knew that their short friendship was over. If they ever cross path again one will devour the other.

The Rain

The rain is life...drops of clear water that cleanse the world. It is the quenching liquid that satisfy the thirsty earth and rinses away the sins...

Today I am free.
The sun and the moon
Belong to me.
The grass beneath my feet
The air I breath
The sound I hear
The light I see
Are all mine.
And I live. I feel. I am alive.
That is what matters.
And I love you. Or do I?

The Devil in disguise

We met randomly
In the darkness of the night
Like the evil meets the soul
Surprisingly quiet
Unnoticed
Silently
The type that makes
Most damage
And it sneaks on your mind
Unexpected
Unwanted...
And all of a sudden
It is there.

DEAR SON

21 is the age of the illusion

When we think we can conquest the world

And our dreams seem to be

within our hands reach

This is the age of the “I know it all”

And “I don’t care what you think”

“I will build my own experiences”

and “I will prove you wrong”

21 is the age of the experiments

The testing of your wings

The time for flying away from the nest

Leaping from branch to branch,

And taking risk of a big fall.

Is a searching time for the soul

To find who you truly are.

But no matter what son,

 remember that love is the real power

that moves the world.

MY MOTHER HANDS

They are weak and wrinkle now,

but once they were strong and soft,

They ran over my hair emulating the comb,

and tightened my hair in a fast pony tail

those hands that are deformed and in pain

cooked hundreds of meals, washed tons of dishes,

packed lunches; washed, folded and ironed clothes,

paid bills; her hands touched so many lives

My mother’s hand are the hands of a woman

 that put herself at the bottom

and everyone else needs

the top of her list    My mother’s hands
are the hands of selfless love.

I Care for You

In a world fill with noise,

surrounded by clouds of darkness and pollution,

where people often live in a “Mary-go-round” lifestyle,

and a “have to have it now” attitude,

it is important to stop for a while

to smell the flowers, and watch the birds,

the bees, and the stars…and to care for those

we love, to share a hug, to write a note,

or send a card, to let others know

how much we care for them.

MY DEAR FRIEND

...and if then, you faint and die one day
not knowing what did hit you,
let's hope that you have live a life of love,
that every life that you touched
says a prayer for your soul,
that every sin may have been forgiven
by the One and Only God
that everyone speak
a kind word about you
that every mind remembers
 a warm memory of you

 that  every heart feels the joy
and bitter-sweetness
of knowing that they
were honored and privileged
to call you a friend.
Thank you for a life well lived!

LAS LAGRIMAS

son como petalos de rosas
que caen una a una
y adornan la vida
pequeñas perlas transparentes
que ruedan por el rostro
y descienden al infinito
espacio
salen del alma
suben hasta los ojos
y como estrellas brillantes
alumbran la vida
con la humedad
amorosa de la sensatez...
A veces son de amor,
de alegria o de tristeza
a veces por un adios
a veces por una bienvenida
y a veces simplemente
son lagrimas de nostalgia
por un ayer que se fue
y que nunca volvera.
Hay lagrimas por una madre
o un hijo
por un amigo
o un conocido
lagrimas que lavan
el alma con el dulce
pesar de un suspiro.

El MAR

Te conversa en la distancia
de lugares lejanos que nunca has conocido
ni conoceras...
de lugares familiares
que ahora extrañas...
te trae vientos de cambios
y olores a pescado frito
y arroz con coco,
y platano a la tentacion...
te trae sonidos conocidos
los cantos de los diablos
en noches de carnaval
y las danzas en las calles
las comparsas, y la risa
de los chiquillos jugando
a la lleva, la late o al escondite...

El mar poderoso y calmado
infinito imperecedero y profundo
te trae tantos recuerdos
de palmeras, y noches estrelladas,
y muscia de acordeon
y jente bella.

El mar.

The Road to the Calvary

The road to the Calvary was long. Full in dust and rocks, with a line of people from beginning to end. People curious to see what was the big deal. People angry at the life they had, they actually rejoiced to see someone in more misery than their own. Some people were there because they actually cared, like Veronica, and a few good women who cried for the Christ. And then there was his mother, and his favorite friend, supporting him all the way...

The road of the Calvary was walked by the soldiers, men of hate and war, ready to hit and spit and yell, like many haters these days...it was a twisted road with ups and downs, that caused the first fall and the second and the third...you know, like when we fall and stand again and try, and fall again...you see, our Christ knows it all, for he walked that road once...and he fall in that road as well. Is just that He was sinless, unlike us. Thus when we walk that road, lets remember that the Christ walked it once for us, and when we fall in that road, lets stand back up and try again.

LA FE

Lo opuesto al miedo es la Fe. Es el conocimiento de que no importa que tan fea se vea la cosa, tu vas a estar bien. Es la abilidad de dormir tranquilo sabiendo que un ser Divino, te ama, te proteje y te guia. Es un calor en el pecho que te recuerda que Dios te ama y que jamas te abandona, ni en las noches mas oscuras, ni enlos momentos mas amargos, ni en la soledad del desiero o la inmensidad del mar. Es saber, en tu corazon que ya EL sabe lo que necesitas y ya te lo ha provehido, mucho antes de que tu supieras que ibas a tener una necesidad. El ya lo sabia y ya ha proveido.

EL MIEDO

El miedo es un vecindario solitario. Esta en el medio de ninguna parte. Cuando caminas a oscuras lo puedes percibir, pero no lo vez, como lo vas a ver si estas a oscuras. El miedo esta llenos de sobresalttos. Se desliza en tu estomago y hasta controla tu voz, y no sabes ni cuando te asaltara en el camino.

El miedo no pertenece ni a rico ni a pobre. no le intereza quien eres, de donde vienes ni a donde vas, Realmente es justo e imparcial. No tiene preferencias. Ataca a quien se le cruze en el camino.

El miedo no tiene fin. Puede ser infinito y seguir, y seguir y seguir...si le abres la puerta, es un invitado que se queda a vivir indefinidamente.

CUENTAME UN CUENTO

Cuando el tiempo pase y todos esos sueños se desvanescan, se te escapen entre los dedos como un torrente de agua, cuentame un cuento de hadas, donde los villanos mueran, la niña pobre encuentre su principe azul y sus zapatitos de cristal. Donde las brujas malas obtengan su merecido y los poderosos aprendan a ser humildes.  Echame una de esas historias de niños, donde al mentiroso le crece la nariz, y al lobo malo lo mate el cazador. Refina tus abilidades de cuentista, y adapta las historias de chiquillos para que se ajusten a nuestra realidad, y podamos al fin decir: y colorin colorado, este cuento se ha acabado!