28 enero, 2010

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A HUMAN HEART? IT LOOKS LIKE A FIST WRAPPED IN BLOOD

She often smokes to avoid worse habits, between the numbness & the faint probe of what it was to cry or smile. She finds it hard to let it go, to release the line... to raise the gate.
A hand slams in the drawer and she showers with the lights off & the door open. Left over popcorn seeds crunched & still stuck between her teeth.
She didn't want to go out tonight.
Waiting until the hot water runs out, she leans her shoulders back against the cool, tile wall. She'd loved to see her dining room turned inside out. Carefully transplanted onto the front yard, arranged & displayed the same way she remembered it.
Without walls, everything seems strange & tranquil. Rebellion is the cure for casual malcontent, however temporary it may be. But in those unabashed moments, she tastes with fleeting tongue the flavors of freedom.

25 enero, 2010

A MASSIVE CHANDELIER

It's like a faux candle that won't mealt, trapped inside a miniture canister, filled with oil to spare. Sitting at a table with 3 chairs, slightly off center beneath a massive chandelier.

Centered enough, though, for its support latch snapped, so would my neck. The 'taste glass' hit the palette differently than the fresh bottle has... drinking wine that's a bit too acidic. Maybe it just needs a little more time to breathe.

Like me... first mpressions are often misleading.

The furniture is very nice, and everything is complimentary. Place-mats and menus are welcoming. Matching patterns contrast the cuts of corresponding table woodwork, while socialites sip smiles with wine glass arm extensions, and spit semantics from stools at a fully stocked bar... fueled by incalculably cold hearts that slowly beat without a sound... drowned out by their own low droning mouths.

I'm like a proud candle that won't melt, trapped inside a miniture canister, filled with oil to spare. Sitting at a table with 3 chairs, slightly off center beneath a massive chandelier.


22 enero, 2010

EL HOMBRE Y LA MUJER

El hombre piensa... la mujer sueña. Pensar es tener cerebro... soñar es tener en la frente una aureola.
El hombre es un oceano... la mujer es un lago. El oceano tiene la presencia que embellece... el lago, la poesia que deslumbra.
El hombre es el aguila que vuela... la mujer, un ruiseñor que canta. Volar es dominar el cielo... cantar es conquistar el alma.
El hombre tiene un faro... la conciencia. La mujer tiene una estrella... la esperanza. El faro guia... la esperanza salva.
En fin, el hombre esta colocado donde termina la tierra... la mujer, donde comienza el cielo.

20 enero, 2010


I still do, but sometimes, I can't help but think how shitty it is that people like a band just for a song. There is so much more than that. This bands & some other too (Like The All-American Rejects & Bon Jovi) they fill my life & they speak to me in every possible way. I love them... cuz I'm proud to consider myself a REAL fan. Don't let a song, just cuz its catchy & popular, become THE song for you. Try to see above that & you'll discover so much wonderful things. Because its small things, like a verse in a song, that really changes your perspective about whatever it is you're thinking. Keep your mind open, and above all... your heart. Cuz you'll never know when its gonna hit you.

19 enero, 2010

Lo esencial para el corazon es invisible para los ojos

EL HOMBRE PERFECTO

En una breve conversacion, un hombre le pregunta a una mujer:
"Que tipo de hombre estas buscando?"

"Siendo una mujer en esta epoca, estoy en una posicion de pedirle a un hombre lo que yo sola no puedo hacer por mi. Yo pago todas mis facturas. Yo me encargo de mi casa sin la ayuda de un hombre. Yo estoy en la posicion de preguntar... que es lo que tu puedes aportar en mi vida?"

El hombre se le quedo viendo. El claramente penso que ella se estaba refiriendo al dinero. Ella le dijo:

"No me estoy refiriendo al dinero. Yo necesito algo mas. Yo necesito un hombre que luche por la perfeccion en todos los aspectos de la vida"

El cruzo los brazos, se recargo en la silla y mirandola, le pidio que le explicara. Ella dijo:

"Yo busco a alguien que luche por la perfeccion mental, porque yo necesito a alguien con quien conversar y que me estimule mentalmente. Yo no necesito a alguien mentalmente simple. Yo estoy buscando a alguien que luche por la perfeccion espiritual porque yo necesito a alguien con quien compartir mi fe en Dios. No necesito un hombre que luche por la perfeccion financiera porque yo no necesito un cargo financiero. Yo estoy buscando a alguien a quien yo pueda respetar. Para poder ser sumisa, yo debo respetarlo. Yo no puedo ser sumisa con un hombre que no pueda arreglar el mismo sus problemas. Yo no tengo ningun problema con el ser sumisa, simplemente el tiene que merecerselo. Dios hizo la mujer para ayudar al hombre. Yo no puedo ayudar a un hombre que no se puede ayudar a si mismo"

Cuando termino, ella lo vio a los ojos y el se veia muy confundido y con interrogantes. El le dijo:

"Estas pidiendo mucho"

Ella le contesto: "Yo valgo mucho"

17 enero, 2010

He has a girlfriend.
He loves his girlfriend.
I hate his girlfriend.
Why? Why? Why?
I love him & when he talks about her & send her those little secret messages... it breaks my heart.
That should be me.
I should be the one in his arms, the one he holds at night, the one he loves... that should be me.
I should be the one inspiring him.
I should be the one he dreams of.
But no, that's not me... it's her.
And there's nothing I can do to make him love me.
Not anymore

14 enero, 2010

As I look at the stars
All I see is the bright sparkle in your eyes
When you said 'I love you'
And I said 'I love you' back