Saturday, January 31, 2015

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Breaking The Chains

Those scars, visible to those who notice you, are irrefutable proof of your victory, of winning this war against the wounds of your absence. Wounds that at some moment believed would end with your existence, despair, anguish, sorrow, pain ... just the lack of any cheerful and positive feeling pushed you even harder on your trip to retrieve that touch of the angels ... the beginning of the battle.

You gathered the necessary forces, gradually, without haste, without error, not like in the past ... your future was the goal, the necessary adrenaline in your present, at least at that time of your life. The roars tried to shut you up, tremors embraced sorrows ... those invisible hands clinging to yours, stellar saviors, internal flash of your sap.

You accepted that defeat, and those were your laurels. Knowing that it is only a fall and you could still get up. The scar starts to form, perhaps one more of many that passed and that are still to come. Forever it will be present, reminding you that you were able to overcome it, although it has been very hard, you did it anyway ... that's your crown.

Every time you look at it you will remember your great struggle, and you will have in mind that there's nothing in this life that cannot be overcome ... there are no impossible things, they exist only in some minds, still dependent on others already free of chains, capable of driving their actions to places unimagined by those in chains. Simply believe that anything is possible, and the chains will disappear ... patience.


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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Migration Of The Butterflies

I was aware that the butterflies would leave their home at some point, though the length of their stay on the place that welcomed them, that still remains a mystery. Butterflies are cold blooded animals, so they need of warm places to survive, and obviously also need food to keep his soul afloat.

An atmosphere of love, affection, expression, concern, freedom, etc., will not always be sufficient for the butterflies to stay around, they also need the food, those flowers, that nectar to choose to stay in that home. Sometimes it is not easy to achieve, competition will always be great, but the details are what make the difference. Much heat is not ideal, it is suffocating, they are short of breath, losing fluids, and everything is heavier and denser. If it's too cold the wings will not move, that desire of wanting to fly won't even exist, there's no energy, and the heat that makes the body move, the one that makes you feel comfortable. So it is not that easy, as it must be a balance, which is often not so simple to provide.

Feeding the soul is another thing, which should complement the above, but must be the perfect complement for the butterflies to stay forever, and decide not to fly any day looking for another home to give them what they need. Nectar is what gives them vitality, giving them life, the desire of never abandon ... Why leave if you have enough food to live a lifetime? If this becomes scarce, then the need to explore other habitats appears. And is not a coincidence that their food is the flowers, and the great admiration for them in our beautiful and beloved women.

Do not neglect your princess, because that's how you should treat her, regardless of whether you are just starting to court her or if you are already many years together, the flame must always be kept alive and in constant motion. Obviously this is necessary on both sides, but I speak from the side of men and their treatment to women. The world is a constant competition ... show your charms in every possible way, but do it only when you find that person who deserves it, there is nothing wrong in showing feelings, it is a human characteristic to think that one is weaker for being sensitive and emotional. The courting process should never stop, always keep a little mystery alive, surprise, creativity, and do new things. Be intense and passionate if that person makes you feel you want to show it, have no fear, the worst that can happen is that you make a mistake, and that your feelings are not received in the way you expect, but at least you tried. If you don't try you will never know what it might have been. It's up to you to keep the butterflies flying and circling forever, so they do not leave halfway...
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Monday, January 19, 2015

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Esos Ojos En Mis Sueños

Y una vez más, tus ojos se abrieron en mis sueños, despertándome a la realidad, o al menos lo que yo creo que era (para mí, esto se siente más real). Tu rostro permanece borroso, tu mirada sigue llamándome, y yo solamente la sigo, como si estuviera hipnotizado, como si estuviera flotando.

Cuando los océanos fueron pintados desde arriba, se derramaron gotas en lo que hoy son tus ojos, esos que veo en mis sueños, donde algún día espero ahogarme, sin esperar ser salvado, a menos que esa salvación requiera de un suave despertar por el toque de tus labios.

Tal vez ya te he visto antes, porque la sensación está ahí cada día, en busca de esos ojos de extraño que tratan de guiarme a algún lugar que todavía no conozco. Es persistente el sentimiento mientras creo que estoy despierto, a veces creo que te veo en todas partes. Voy a esperar a estar seguro, o a alcanzarte en mis sueños. Tal vez es mejor saber que estás ahí solamente para mí, y no afuera para alguien más.

Y todavía no puedo imaginar tu cara, ni siquiera un poco ... pero lo que mantiene esta inquietud, aunque esto no sea real es, ¿cuál es la razón de tu mirada triste? Supongo que esa es la razón más fuerte que me hace seguirte mientras sueño (y buscarte mientras estoy despierto), porque no puedo imaginar que alguien te cause dolor, no a esos ojos, no a esa tierna presencia, de la cuál soy muy privilegiado de poder contemplar todos los días.
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In The Spirit Forest

Rebellious thoughts escaping from my mouth, fugitive words undertaking that journey towards your ears, with the clear objective to hunt down your heartbeats...for moments, to be the cause of the pace change in these beats, so special and unique when you're in love.

Shine your charms when you stare at me, eternal executioners of my spontaneous smiles, which are simply the expression of what you make my heart feel...this time without words, just with looks is enough to get my attention and make me tremble.

Penetrating imposing intensity, which dominate and carry us to our secret corner, private, intimate...thanks for giving me the keys. And you say you'd let yourself fall just by being sure to be contained by that arms are already alert and ready to catch you in any fall.

Nebulae that we don't see, though we feel its presence, its evening dews moisturizing our pores, transparent portals of emotions, signs that show us that never ends...let’s not let it to decay.

Knights with superficial radars, that have seen you without really knowing what they have in front of them, until lose you from sight…the eternal problem of seeing with eyes and not with feelings. I already feel you with my eyes closed, I already fall in love by feeling your open my eyes and see you physically, it's nothing more than just the perfect drawing of pioneer sensations.

This time life rewards us both, after a long walked journey, not of search but of teaching and learning. Now it is perfectly clear the reflection of our singings, and now we know who the performers that delight the audience are.

Silences passengers of harmonious trains, those that are not as many in these times, those from which our parents would have more memories, those beautiful times. I take and treasure them in the trunk of my reliefs, because they will be the commanders who appease my storms.

Here I'll be waiting in the spirit forest, surrounded by stories told by those leaves let dropped by the autumn...they already had their chance. And they're still dancing, the curious white spheres, perhaps predicting your arrival to finally keep me company... I wait
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Saturday, January 10, 2015