Moving On

Moving On

It is very easy to get stuck in the old. Sometimes I wonder if it is stubbornness, habit, or if humans, at least some humans, have addictive personalities that, not necessarily make them dependent on a substance, but that makes them get overly attached to persons, places, or things. It is a great human characteristic to be able to demonstrate emotions to others, such as care, affection, and love. However, some humans seem to have the capacity to detach from people, places, and things easily, while others hold on to the people they love, the places they know, and the things they treasure with more intensity.

Change

It is human nature to resist change. Often times, change brings a period of uncertainty and instability that, although quite uncomfortable in many instances, it is the signal that change is under way. Most humans like habits, what is known, the comfort of a settled life, even if it is not the best life. Change takes courage to break the old, to change paradigms, to redefine life, to seek new ways, to get out of the comfort zone in a rocky journey with the hopes that it will be conducive to something better than what we have. I guess, the fear of change is the fear that, after all the hassle, trouble, time, energy, pain, discomfort, and effort put into the changing process, we discover that at the end it did not result in the betterment we strived for, and even worse, having to go through it all again to keep seeking “the ultimate”.

Sola al Cielo

Veo el cielo contigo en mis adentros…
Desaparece el mundo y en la nada me transporto al éter de lo interminable y lo eterno.
En la nada entre gemidos que arropan el espacio vacío y contigo lleno
se llena la vida sola que se expande de la mía a la tuya cuando contigo muero.

Se me escapa el sentimiento que de ti escondo y en el mundo entierro,
me regreso del mundo escondido impuesto al destierro
de mis palabras al viento que vuelan sin rumbo con significado necio
cayéndose al vacío donde en profundo abismo consumen como el fuego.

Muerdo tu carne ausente posada en la mía ardiente y sedienta de tus besos
y me dibujo en tu boca efímera y te sirvo mi pasión cuando en tu piel entierro mis dedos…
Esculpo tu cuerpo en el mío conformando mis contornos a tu forma y me elevo
al cielo que visito sola arrastrando tu espectro.

For the Children

Having a child is the most amazing miracle a person could experience. And I do not mean just growing and giving birth to a human being, which is a natural wonder, but experiencing the love and sharing the life of a child on a regular basis, which is a totally religious experience. The laughter of a child is the sweetest sound ears can hear. Looking at a child is like watching a movie that never ceases to amuse.
Seeing how everyday is new and exciting for a child should make us want to feel and express the same enthusiasm for the ordinary things and turn them into something extraordinary to stimulate our senses. Children are a fountain of youth, tenderness, love, and good energy.
Sadly, though, children are mistreated and disrespected on a regular basis everywhere. As adults, I think every person has the direct or indirect responsibility of raising a child. There is a say that it takes a village to raise a child, however, as time goes by, raising a child is thought of being more the sole responsibility of the people who brought him or her into this world, and often times even those people believed to be directly responsible for their well-being fail to provide children with the environment and upbringing they deserve. We are all responsible for the life of children, those who are our own, our relatives, our neighbors, and all.
We need to realize our responsibility toward leaving our children the legacy of a better world, a better country, a better neighborhood, and exert it. We were all children once, and we owe it to ourselves and the little ones to protect them and offer them a better future.

Mãe! Poema sublime!

Madre! Poema Sublime! es un poema escrito por Rouxinol de Bernardim, poeta portugués. El poema es hermoso, tal cual la fotografía que lo acompaña. Disfruté mucho del poema, y espero que todos los que lo lean también.

CHANGING THE SCRIPT

We all grew up not having control over what happened to us during our childhood, or where we lived, or how and where our parents decided to raise us. We did not have a say in the scripts used to socialize us and the way socialization affected our upbringing. However, once we begin living our own lives we can make the decision to live a different and better life than the one we had, the one that we had no control over. Many of our actions reflect the way we were raised, the stories we were told, the roles we were enforced to play, and the life we learned in our nucleus. However, once we expand the scope of our world when we venture out on our own, we sometimes see that there might be more to life than what we had learned, than what we believed, and that neither our parents nor we hold absolute truths when it comes to life.

Many times we find ourselves in a cycle, repeating the behaviors that we experienced while growing up, and sometimes those behaviors are not a good reflection of who we want to be. Many times we victimize ourselves for life, blaming our past for our present and future, and conforming to the old scripts. We cannot change the scripts that were written for us when we were younger, but we can rewrite a script for our own selves that is conducive to the individual we ought to be. We cannot spend our lives blaming those before us for the missing links in our existence. We have to break free of the chains that perpetuate the habits, thinking, and feelings that stop us from reaching our full potential, and start building the life we want, the life we deserve, the life all humans are entitled of having. Yes, some have lived through tough circumstances when they had no control over their lives, but ultimately each individual is accountable for his/her own life and has the power to make life what they want. The script that we heard over and over, and that we saw when we were growing up might not be the best fit for ourselves now, so rewrite your story, your way, and live it your way.

Una Nueva Era

Una nueva era, una nueva jornada, nuevos trechos que se abren adelante y otros que quedan atrás, ya caminados con las huellas de mis pies y de los tantos que pisaron mi sendero…Un nuevo horizonte que se presenta lejano y tan cerca, al alcance de mis dedos e intocable como una ilusión óptica que desaparece ante mis pasos aproximándose certeros e inciertos…Un nuevo comienzo, una vida nueva y tan vieja, llena de años, de siglos, de horas y minutos que han pasado por mí y en mí, y los que faltan por venir…Mi vida nueva: un nuevo libro para escribirlo a mi manera…

RESIDUOS

José Antonio Dávila es uno de mis poetas favoritos. Su poesía transmite sus sentimientos de manera elegante y sutil, como todo un caballero. Viendo su biografía me tropecé con este poema, y me impresionó muchísimo, como suele hacerlo su poesía. Con los trazos de amor y de pasión que aún se desprenden de una relación pasada, Residuos llega al corazón para enamorarlo otra vez...

Residuos

Ya tú no importas, ni tu amor conmueve,
ni yo soy en tus días la emoción dulce y leve
que como brisa tibia pasó por tu desierto;
porque tu amor ha muerto y mi pasión ha muerto.

Pero sobre tu mesa reposa mi estatuilla:
Y al pasar de los años y al caer nuestra arcilla,
seguirá reposando sobre la misma mesa
sin que nadie pregunte al mirarla en la mesa
si es el mudo tributo de una huesa a otra huesa.

La pasión ha volado;
pero hay ciertos residuos que en el alma han quedado,
y noto cuando pasas por la calle, altanera,
que aún te peinas el pelo de la misma manera
que tanto me gustaba y que amé con tal celo.
(Yo viví enamorado de tu pelo.)
Y aún tengo la costumbre de usar el sobretodo
con un botón de rosa en el ojal, al modo
que tanto te gustara;
y hasta existe una frase que en broma yo imitara,
llena de tu decir y tu manera,
que ahora uso por mía y usaré hasta que muera….

Cosas inconsecuentes, livianas, con las huellas
Que les deja el amor al pasar sobre d'ellas:
lo que una vez tu hiciste, lo que yo dije un día……
Incnsecuencias muertas que viven todavía…..

Y no ha de saber nunca la mujer que yo quiera
por qué le doy la mano de la misma manera……..
Ni ha de saber el hombre que en tu amor quede preso
por qué cierras los ojos antes de dar un beso……

José Antonio Dávila

REFLECTING

My friend Rhett published this and I wanted to share it.

Hope you find it meaningfull.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom; A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. - George Carlin -

NO TE QUIERO

Me dijiste “te quiero”
y me preguntaste si yo
por ti siento lo mismo
y debo decir que no.
Siento mucho no quererte
y no juzgues mi verdad
pues mi alma al entregar
se fue a vagar a otros mundos,
tomó sola otros rumbos
y no pudo regresar.

A vagar mundos profundos
de solo puro sentir
para poder definir
lo que hoy el corazón siente
y descubrir que quererte
es imposible lograr
pues el sentir va más allá
de solo meros quereres,
de solo carnes y pieles,
lo mío, amor, es amar.

Amar hasta el límite humano
sin límites ni razón
hasta sentir el dolor
de no poder amarte más.
Impregnarte en mi mirar
igual que en mi corazón
para cuando tú te vas
robarte como ladrón
tus sueños, pensar, pasión,
sin tener que despertar.

Ya ves por qué no te quiero
porque solo sé amar,
amar, amar y soñar
con cada nuevo encuentro
para volverme a entregar.
Entregarte la locura
de mi pasión desatada
y encontrar en tu mirada
que me das el corazón,
y yo mi vida y mi alma.

Lo mío, amor, es amar…

IN HIS EYES

I look into his eyes, trying to see myself and I see the whole world in them. I see deep into his dreams and his life free of woes and worries, as life should be. I get lost in those deep brown eyes, so deep they have no end. I see my reflection floating in the depths of his soul that connects with mine, inevitably and endlessly. I unite with his essence through his eyes, feeling the power of love every time we speak through our eyes, the truths and hidden messages of what is and will always be.