Growing Pains

Some people come to our life with a single purpose: to be the rock in our shoe.
They are there to help us become aware of ourselves. Perhaps there is a lesson we must learn from them. Maybe they are just growing pains intended to lead us to the next level. Whatever the reason you are in my life: thank you. I will figure it out!

The Soap Bubble

Life is like a soap bubble. So fragil and yet so beautiful. You can see it shinning under the sunlight, floating around...and then puff! Is gone.

Duality

Some days I am a little angelical
Some days I am a little devilish...
I am wondering which one
I will be today...

Some days I am the calm of a river
Other days I am the wild waves of the ocean
And yet other days I am the silence of the night
Or the noisy storm breaking through the sky
Some days I am love and yet others I may be hate.
That is the duality of the human race.

Normal

0h! What is normal...?
The same old same old
The sunset over the trees
Or the clouds passing by
Day in and day out?
Oh! I cannot tell anymore
I cannot see because the tears
Mixed with the rain or with my sweat...
What is normal? Putting one feet in front the other amd walk
Against the wind that blows
Over my face...it is normal
To keep going in a direction that is wrong? To follow ones heart against the compass that points to a complete diferent direction? How can be so wrong when it feels so right...? Oh! I know what it is...I am not normal...am I?

Lo siento

No soy perfecta
Ni la mas bella
Ni la mas calmada
Ni la mas inteligente
Ni la mas divertida...
Lo siento
Por no ser lo que deseabas
Por no ser tan fuerte
Como tu quisieras
Por llevar las lagrimas a flor de
piel
Por se diferente
Por amar demasiado
Y por no esperar nada a cambio.
Disculpame. Es mi error no el tuyo. Me toca a mi correjirlo.

Al Final del Dia

Cosechamos lo que senbramos
Si plantamos un manzano
No debemos esperar tomates
De la misma manera
Si no somos capaces de dar amor
No debemos esperar recibirlo.
Asi de simple asi de facil
Tenemos toda una vida
Para aprender la leccion.

Tonight

Be quiet. Be still. Be humble.
Tonight is the night
When the battle
Of all battles
Is fight...

Reflecting

It was a day of joy
When a litte babe
Was born...
It was a day of sadness
The Friday day that
He was kill
But the the Son of God
 defeatead death itself to bring us all Back to life. No one ever in the history of humanity can claim to have such capacity to love and to sacrifice. Only LOVE himself can love that much. I wish I could become a little bit more like you and a little less like me. But your LOVE is so infinitive and truthful that you meet me where I am. You accept me and love me despite of myself. You are an awesome God!

If I Could

Pull out my heart
And give it to you
So you could see
How a heart in love
Looks like
I would happily
Do it...
Perhaps you could
Attach it to your own
And feel what true love
Feels like...
Instead you probably
Will sell it for some cash
And totally miss the point.
I would still give it to you
Anyways.
You see, it is not for me
To tell you
What to do with the gift
Once is given it is for you
To do what it pleases you to do!

So...

I heard someone said
That nothing happens without
God's permission...
Does that means...?
Strange
Don't you think???
I suppose it all comes down to
What lesson did I need to learn? Making sense or finding a meaning...figuring something...is all that it is. At the end of the day the rock on the shoe has a purpose.
It is a growing pain that is trying to teach us something. Right?

La Margarita

Tiene el sabor semidulce
De una tarde de verano
La acidez de una toronja
Y el salado del mar...
Es fria como un desierto de hielo
Y fuerte como un hombre
Pero delicada como una dama
Te pega en la memoria
Y te aflora los sentidos
Y entre sorbo y sorbo
Te trae a la memoria
Recuerdos...sentimientos...
Y suenos...
Bartender: una margarita por favor!

Honor to you Facundo

Ah my poet!
It would have been an honor
To get to know you
Such a mind, such a soul,
Such a wonderful man
How come some spirits like yours
Have the power of the word
And the blessing of the love
The freedom of the spirit
The wisdom of Solomon...
Oh poet so eloquent..so convencing...I will in this day follow up your advice...
I will start again to sing
To laugh...
And to be happy again
Thank you Facundo Cabral!
I love you beyond the grave and despite that I never met you.

Tamborito Panameno

"Panameno panameno
Panameno vida mia
Yo quiero que tu me lleves
Al tambor de la alegria"

LOVE versus love

I met you about 8 months ago. In a dark night my car got broke. An Angel stop to help - I though - such a gentle soul that cares. How wrong! I forgot a rule of thumb: not all things that shines are gold. I also forgot how history goes: some Angels are from heaven and some are not. So Eva ate the apple and poisoned she got. Now she wonders in the desert of her own blood. Crossing back and forth between her rightness and her wrongs. It is a human thing, you see, to fall in love...with evil. But it is also human to fall in love with LOVE. I hope that I "LOVE" more than I "love"...

The Storm Inside

The real thunder is inside
Hidden secretly between
Layers of skin and muscles...
The rumbling and the lightining
That threatens the daily quietness of the neighborhood
Is nothing, compare with the storm inside...

The Magical Place - The Lake

The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the deciduous trees and landed over Fern’s eyes warming her now elongated face. She was woke up by the brightness on her eyes. A little disoriented at first, she opened her eyes to the beauty of the wilderness. How long has she been there? She could not tell. At first everything seemed normal, but as she stood up she felt something odd. Was she taller? How tall can one grow over night? She look at her pjs. They were too small for her now. A small sound came from her throat and she almost fainted. She hold onto the tree and took a deep breath. As she looked up she felt dizzy…a terrible thirst on her mouth. Now in full day she could see the path behind her…a lot of grass and branches were covering it, like if a long time has passed since last night. – Grandma… she murmured. There was no way to walk through the path, back to her house. The path in the opposite direction was still clear an inviting. Fern was not sure she wanted to continue, but there was no other choice. It was either that or find the magic place. Getting caught at that same spot in another darker night was not an option for her. She pulled her dark hair out of her face again.  Her hair had grown longer too. As she walked she saw some berries and happily picked them up and ate them in a hurry. She was so hungry it took her a lot of berries to be fulfilled. Grandpa had shown her which berries were good to eat. He was a smart man. After eating she started walking…it was a sunny warmer day than the night before. As she walked she has the feeling of been watched, but she could not see anyone. Down the road she spot a little lake and she ran to it. She was so thirsty. Fern kneeled down at the shore and started picking water with her hands and gulping down her throat like a wild animal, but stop all of a sudden in amaze. Like a mirror, the lake reflected back her face. It scared her at first. She had never seem this face before. But then she touched the stranger face with her hands and realized it was her reflection in the river. She touched the reflection on the water too. This was a young woman with a wild hair and a dirty face. She tried to pronounce her name, but nothing came out of her mouth. It was like if she had forgotten how to talk. She stood up and walked into the lake. The water refreshed her spirit and calmed her down a little. She floated on her back for a while. Grandpa also taught her to swim. Grandma did not care for swimming, but grandpa found swimming fun, so against grandmas wishes he taught her to float and to swim. Looking at the sky she let her mind wonder…the magical place must be beautiful, and grandpa surely will be there, she thought. He had a special soul. She closed her eyes for a while. When she opened them again, it was already midday. She walked out of the lake. Her clothes completely wet. It will be a while before they dry. But it was a warm day, and she really did not care. At least now she was clean and ready to keep walking. She looked around. That feeling of been watched got to her again. All that she saw was a bird, a few ants, and a rabbit passing by. She went back to the path, one feet in front and another behind, one feet in front and another behind...she thought about how the first day of school would have been. Many new kids, all frightened by a new place, scared to be away from home, learning new things, laughing, running in the school patio, playing fun games. Grandma surely tried to sale the idea of school as a fun and necessary evil. She knew better...school scared her. She preferred to walk in the unknown path that seat at that school for...how many hours grandma said? She suspected grandma was laying to her. She suspected that she was going to be drop at that school and never been picked up again...how did she knew? she could not tell...there was something within her own self that was magical. She just knew. And so she step firmly, sure that the path was the right thing for her, one foot in front and the other behind...on she went...

Ha!

I am becoming the night
that I feared the most
the one that I hided
so well from...
it is catching up with me
and has become my shadow
is not leaving me alone
no matter how far I run...

Through the Hole in the wall

I can see your soul
running in the wild
hunting, like an animal
watching quietly
waiting for the right moment
to jump in and attack


I can sense your presence
in the dark
hiding behind the trees
searching for the next
poor soul that cross your path


I can perceive you
like I perceive my own thoughts
because at some point
we become one...
like the day become the night
and they are all part of one
and that one is part of all
at the end
we are all connected


I am therefore,
you are...
you are...
therefore
I am...

The Pause

Sometimes
we must pause
to ponder
where are we going.
with our living...
are we uplifting others?
are we brighting someone's day?
are our smiles
making the difference
in someone's life?


Sometimes we must pause
before a lie that may deceive
before the hurtful word
that nurture hate
or the mean silence
that leave behind
an awful taste
in someone's heart...


Sometimes we must pause,
and take a deep breath
start all over again
and reflect:
Do we want to become love,
and enlighten the world
with our inner light
or do we want to become darkness
and let that ugly inner dark
take over our lives
and the lives of others?


What will it be?
your choice
my choice
our choice

I do too

I heard from you today
you say that phrase....
did I heard you saying...?
nah...I must be dreaming
cause I never heard you
saying it before...
I am ok with it though
it has been a long time
since you said my full name
it is good to know
that you remember...


it was good too
to heard you
saying that special
long waited
meaningful
caring phrase...
guess what?
I do too.

The Bird My Soul

The bird over the tree
Reminds me of my soul
Created to be free
And stuck
In this cage
We call world.
I heard him sing
At the top of his lungs
I am jealous
For I too have a voice
But I dont sing
As good or as loud
As he does.
I love you little birdie
Keep singing.

Embrace yourself

Yo complain so much
But you have your hands.
With them you can work
And make a living.
You can plant roses
Or fix a car...
Or build a house
Or touch someone
 You have your feet
And you can walk
From your place
To mine...
You have your eyes
To differentiate
wrong from right
And ears to hear
Who say I love you
From the heart....
But you chose
No to walk
No to see
No to hear
And who am i
To tell you
Otherwise.
I love you.
That is all I know.
Now. Good bye.
It is time.

Salud!

Y si te estas preguntando
Si he tenido unas copitas de mas
Estas en lo cierto mi querido amigo.

Me importa?

No.

Sad

The sad thing is that
I really cared about you
When you were sad
And alone
And cold
And lonely
I truly cared
Meanwhile
You NEVER
Ever cared
About me.
Isn't that hilarious?

A Magical place - The Path

Fern Looked at the open sky. The stars were shining bright. A soft breeze moved her hair leaving behind a wild mess. She shivered a little. Her pajamas were not very warm for a cold night like this. Maybe, just maybe she should close the book of stories and go back to bed. No, she was a stubborn little child. she pulled her dark hair back in an effort to fix the mess done by the wind. The path was in front of her, ready to take her into the woods. She heard grandmas snoring again. No, she was not going back. Fern took few small steps, testing her own bravery. She felt the adrenaline rushing through her body, excitement and fear intermixed with her own perceptions of right and wrong. She thought about school. She did not care for it, she did not wanted to go, why should she?


Her steps were now more firm, more secure, she was sure that she wanted to disobey. She wanted to run away and do whatever and find that special magical place were she was sure she belonged to...now she was running. Nobody could stop her. She felt free as the wind.  Her heart was beating fast now. Fern focused in keeping the running rhythm, putting one foot in front of the other, and she was soon inside the dense woods, and as she advanced, the woods were getting darker and darker, until she could no longer see any stars in the sky.


After a while her feet hurt. She finally did a halt and looked around. She remembered then that grandma had read: "only special souls could make it into the magical place". A fear took over: was her soul "special"? She thought about turning back. She should. She should stop right there, she was still on time. Fern hesitated. Her instincts were trying to take over...but she was not a good listener. She turned around for a moment. Behind her the path was almost gone...completely darkened by the woods now. She took a couple of steps, pretending to want to return, but deep down she did not want to go back. She could stay there forever...except, she did not like the darkness. But if she could just wait until the sun came back, she would be happy. No one to tell her what to do, where to go...She turned back to face the path and started walking forward her objective again. Where was that magical place? how long would take her to get there? Grandma did not said. The path seemed long, very long...
As she moved forward, she grow tired and tired. She did not remember at what point she sat under a tree and fall asleep. In her sleep she could hear grandma snoring again. the wind was colder now and she shivered again as she curled...the floor was hard and cold...the magic placed seemed so far away. In her dreams she felt lonely and sad. The path surely will take her to that magic place, you will see...

A Magical Place

There is a magical place deep, way deep in the woods. Only special souls can enter this place. Some people say that once you enter that place, you will never return back to the world. The end.
Grand ma closed the big book of stories and smiled to the little girl on her lap. That's it young lady, time for bed.
- But grannie...I want to know more about that place! Can you please read me more, please, please???


Grand ma knew better. That little girl always wanted more than what she should have. How many nights she has giving up at her request, and stayed way too late.


- Nope. no tonight young lady. I am tired, and you have to go to school tomorrow. You don't want to be late on your first day at school, do you?


She saw the disappointment in the big black eyes. The little girl said nothing anymore. Seldom Grand ma will denied her a pleasure, but when she stoop up and said the horrible word "NO" the little girl knew she meant NO. Grandma brushed her dark hair, they together said a prayer and then Grandma tucked the little girl into bed.


-Good night sweetheart, dream with Angels. You have an exciting day tomorrow, it would be fun, I promise, you'll see.
-Good night Granma.


Grandma stamped a big kiss on the little girl's forehead and walked out of the room, turning the lights off  on her way out. The little girl looked at the window. Some glowing stars on the ceiling kept her company.- Ugly stars - she though. She pulled out her covers and quietly got out of bed and walked to the window. She rested her face on the crystal and looked at the real stars. She wanted to touch a real  star, to be out there, way far and away from the world...what if the story of the magical place was about stars?..she looked at the big book of stories left over the night table by her Grandma. Was Grandma already sleeping? Will she notice if she turns the light on? She waited few minutes, fighting her own desire of falling asleep. Soon enough she heard Grandma snoring. She knew it was Grandma because Grandpa was already gone to another special place of his own. He left one day in a fun car that had a lot of lights and made a howling sound. After that, she never saw him again. She imagine he was happy wherever he was, that is why he did not return...


The little girl walked on her tip toes toward the light switch and turned the light on. Then walked quietly to the table with the big book of stories. She picked it up and sat in Grandmas rocking chair. The page was already bookmarked. Grandma planned to continue reading to her the next day. Although the little girl could not read yet, she knew the book have beautiful pictures that guided her through the story. She had looked at the book before, when Grandma was gone.


The beautiful woods were in front of her. she could see in front of her the small clear path that leaded to the entrance of the woods. all around, tall, green, beautiful trees seemed to invite her to follow the path into the magical place...TO BE CONTINUE, Some day, some where... ;-)

The Glow in Your Eyes!

Love should not hurt
instead, it should uplift
the human heart
Love should rise
our senses
should enlighten
our lives
should brighten
our path
love should
not worry
or doubt
or feel anger
or sadness
or jealous
love should be
the most beautiful
experience
you ever had
it should give you
butterflies
in your tummy
and pink cheeks
and certain
glow in your eyes...

The Muddy Feet

My feet have walked many roads

The dusty road that leads

To a small town in Panama

And the rocky road in the same town

That leads to the most beautiful river

My eyes have ever seen

My feet have walked into that river,

Carrying a canoe over the shoulders

And then as the water deepens

My feet has jumped into the canoe and rested

These feet has also walked in the city

Over the hard concrete that leads

To so many places

From the canal-zone to the ocean

Back and forth

An these feet have ran in the chaos

Of a war that was not a war

More like an invasion

These feet have danced under the rain

And climbed trees in the jungle

They have chased butterflies

And hummingbirds

And even have landed over a nail

or stabbed by a stingray

Occasionally…

But the most fun these feet

Have ever had, was the times

Running shoeless,

Jumping on the dirty mud

After a rainy day!

The Sun The Moon You and I

The night brings to my skin
The memories of your soul
And I look at the moon and ask
If she knows
Why are you gone
She looks at me and laugh
My dear - she says - I do not know
Then with sad eyes she asks:
Do you know why the sun is gone?
I smile for I understand her pain
No - I say - I do not know
I close my eyes and let the bless of unconsciousness take over
And then I dream that
you and the sun, both are back...

The Warrior

The Warrior
 stands
against the time
he looks
at the horizon,
with sadness
on his eyes
he too has been
 laughed at,
punched on the face
left behind, ignored,
shamed, persecuted,
fallen down
on his knees...
his skin shows
the scars of war
the symbols
 of his fights
he too
feels the pain
but he stands proud
and cut with the knife
merciless
whoever approaches
him
friend or foe
after all
he has forgotten
how to trust
how to care
how to love
he just know
how to survive