Hanging up with a Wolf

I heard someone say that if you hang up with a wolf you learn to howl. That made me smile because it is so true. I licked my fur as I smiled. Then I did stand up, lifted my head and howled at the top of my lungs.

Love yourself first

Today is another day to celebrate. I can hear people laughing, managing their stress by talking to each other, planning fun stuff. I need to learn from them. Find things that motivate me to be better, to grow, to have fun, to go back to be who I was long time ago. When I used to put myself before everyone else. I think when we forget about our self and our needs we stop loving who we are and we become someone else. But how can we truly love others when we don't love ourselves?
Love yourself first!

What is it?

I ponder today about people. What is it that make us like or dislike others? Is't the attitude? Whether they smile or not? Or it is perhaps the eye contact? Could it be the energy that we perceive...or even a scent? The voice? A hand shake?... Maybe the ability of maintain a smart conversation? Or a good sense of humor? Whatever it is, does not matter. We are all unique, special, amazing creatures with likes and dislikes, strenghts and weakness, flaws and talents. Each adorn this world with our pletora of personalities and behaviors. Whether we like each other or not does not really matter. We are all part of this system we call earth or humanity. Let's then be grateful for each other!

Gratitude

I am thankful:

• For this day that ends
• For my friends
• For the bird that sings because it reminds me that spring is near
• For the air that I breath
• For the water I drink
• For the clothes I wear
• For this bed where I rest
• For the roof on my head
• For the food on my table
• For the laughs and the tears
• For the hopes and despairs
• For the dreams that were broken
• For the yays and the nays
• For the teachers and mentors
• For the sun and the moon
• For the stars and the nigbt
• For my mind and my memories
• For my face and my hands
• For my body, my blood and my lungs
• For the power of hearing
• For the music and songs
• For every gracious soul that ever crossed my path and everyone that lend me their hand, for those who took and never gave back.
• I am thankful to be who I am.

Hang on

My soul is stranded
somewhere in the snow
shivering in the coldness
the wind blows
and howls...
I must be strong...
the Spring is near...
just hang on...
one more day...

They Know

There are souls that know each other before the begining of time. When they meet each other they recognize in their eyes something familiar. They may not know ecactly what is it...but they know.

Sin Sentido

Tu estas alli
Y yo aqui
Enamorados
Como unos locos
Yo enamorada
De ti
Y tu enamorado
De otra...
Que sin sentido!

Conjugation

I love
You love
He/she love
They love...
Everyone love
But what we call love
Is not real love...
Real love is call Jesus
And it died in the cross
For us all.

The Irony

Life is an ongoing irony: the dog chases after the cat, the cat chases after the mouse and the mouse chases after the cheese!
The question is, when the mouse developed such high taste for fancy food? Why he risks his life to dodge the traps and find his way to the fridge? And how does he knows what a trap with cheese looks like? He is too smart for his own good, that little deceiving, sneaky, tricky mouse...

In my corner of the world

I look outside and see the snow, piling in the street,
so white and beautiful, so bright and cold,
just like life, just like love...so intense, unexpected
just like the world...

Mumbling About Something

I hear the sound of nothing
hitting the roof of something
in the planet of nowhere
near the corner of maybe
under the sky of someday


I seat and I stretch my legs
and relax for a second
in the world of who knows what
waiting for who knows who...
does that makes sense?
perhaps no,
perhaps yes,
but again,
who cares?

The Wait

I wait you here
Under the shade
Of the broken tree
You know, in that
Empty spot
That you left
One evening

I wait for you
In the old bench
And as I watch
The sky and the birds
I remember your smile
And I wait.

Me gusta...

Me gusta pensarte a ratitos
Imajinarte en mis sueños
y sonar que me quieres


Me gusta mirar tu retrato
y conversar con tu imajen
de hombre travieso


Me gusta pretender
que nunca te fuiste
y que estas a mi lado


Me gustas…!

A Date wit Myself

This is the day of Love
when flowers are sent
diamonds are giving
and cards stores
are full with lovers
looking at a last minute
special something


All that is great
and I will get it someday,
but today
I have a date
with the most important
 person
in my life:
myself!


I will be caring
cause I deserve it,
I will be loving
cause I have earned it
I will indulge in everything
that makes me happy
and I give permission
to myself to dream,
hope, laugh and be whoever
I want to be.


I will meet myself
tonight, and I will say hello
then we will have a toast
and celebrate our life together.

It is Gone Now

There was upon a time
a being that believed
in a world made of tenderness
and laughs...

The stages of a woman

The woman is gone...
She left the minute
She heard the war call...
The mother is gone too
With her baby all grow up
There is no need for a mom
The artist remain
She will write the chronicles
Of the war...
And the warrior will fight
To the end
With all her might.

You. The Wind..The Butterfly.

The butterfly over the flower
Invited you to dance..
But you chased after the bumble bee that stung you one day.
So the wind came and play
And softly invited the little fella
To dance. So she opened her wings and rode the wind across
The world and now she is free
Once againg.
The end.

The Irony

I like to pretend that am ok
After all they say fake it
Til you make it...
I like to pretend that i am happy
To hide the  tears and pain I carry
Every body thinks  I am joyful
Cause I sing and dance and smile
They dont know that is the way I cry.

Let Poetry Stay

Let poetry stay...one more time
Let the flowers bloom in the garden of life
Let the smile brighten my coldest days
That I may walk through the snow like a warrior
dressed in red for the war
In her kingdom of roses and love
Let a warm wind bring good news
Of better times...
Let poetry win the hearts
of those who rebels against lack
of imagination...or passion...or else!

The Apple

The Apple is  juicy
it taste like a refreshing water
but better...no wonder Eve fell for it...

Ayer

Ayer se fue con el viento
A un Lugar muy lejano
A donde no lo recuerdo...
Alla estaran mis memorias
Que quedan en el pasado
Lo enterrare en el jardin
Junto a mis penas y glorias...
Caminare en el presente
Y me olvidare de tu historia.
El fin.

La Vida

Ah! La vida
Que nos trae al mundo
Por un tunel oscuro
Y nos lanza al vacio
En un dia cualquiera
La vida que nos ve crecer
Entre dolor y tristeza
Entre alegrias y penas
La vida que nos pone amores
Que nunca prosperan
Y nos roba suenos
De triunfo y grandeza
La vida que nos trae otra vida
Y se lleva otras
Y otro dia cualquiera
Se lleva la nuestra
La vida no seria vida
Si no nos doliera!

Listen

Listen, just listen to the hours
They are trying to tell you something...

Wondering

Closing my eyes I ponder about the meaning of our lifes. Why we experience the things we experience? What secret plan of the Almighty brought us to that intersection at the right time and the right place. If everything happens for a reason, what is that reason?

A Biblical story from a rock perspective

The little rock in the middle of the road looked at the creek nearby and thought: if I could get into that creek I would be so happy! Later on she looked at the mountain at its left. She imagined  itself so happy at the very top of that mountain. But there was also a little wooded area to her right and she thought it would be nice to be at the feet of a tall and strong tree. Away from the heat and the dust and the water. One day the rock heard a commotion. A woman crying and people screaming at her. The woman was afraid. They were angry at her. They called her names. They sounded mean. Then there was this man, gentle and caring. The rock felt such love when the gentle man picked her up. He looked at the rock then extended the hand with the rock and offered it to the mean people and said to them: those of you who are free of sin go ahead, throw the first rock...there was silence after that. The mean people walked away. The crying woman was afraid no more. The man asked her: woman where is the people that were against you? She answered: they are gone. He said: they don't hold you accountable anymore and neither do I. Go, and sin no more. The woman left. Jesus put the rock back on the spot were He picked it up and walked away. The rock realized she was in the place it was meant to be. And so am I.

Wiser

Me? I am happy. Life is too short to waste it in things that are worthless. I prefer to take a deep breath and walk away, Into the woods that bring me joy. Fill my eyes with the color of the rainbow, or listen to the wind...at least the wind does not lie.

Me vale

Hoy me vale lo que pienses, lo que sientas y lo que digas. Tu tiempo llego y paso. Igual que pasa la tormenta o la oscura noche da paso al nuevo dia. Asi que si tienes algo que decir, dicelo al viento, a ver si te quiere escuchar.