Sunday, May 31, 2009

No Faith?


Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you

But I've got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too

Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong "me" baby
But I'm showing you the door

'Cause I gotta have faith...
Mmm, I gotta have faith
'Cause I gotta have faith, faith,
Mm 'cause I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith

Baby
I know you're asking me to stay
Sayin' please, please, please, don't go away
You say I'm giving you the blues
Maybe
You mean every word you say
Can't help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to lover rules

Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I'll wait for something more

Yes I've gotta have faith...
Mmm, I gotta have faith
'Cause I gotta have faith, faith, faith,
Mm 'cause I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Positively speaking...

...if I cannot change my fate, then I will change my attitude. True love is like ghosts: everybody talks about it, but few have actually seen it! To be able to say how much one loves, is to love but little..., because the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. Love does kill s...l...o...w...l...y! But we are all destined to die, so better to die of a passion than never to have loved. A hostile person lives in a hostile world, just as a loving person lives in a loving world. I want not to be immature and say I love you because I need you, but rather need you because I love you.

Shakespeare

"Love sought is good, but given unsought is better"
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Marc Chagall

"In life there is a single colour, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art - it is the colour of love."
MARC CHAGALL


Irony

Yet, once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale...

Thursday, May 28, 2009

ego vs soul

How do we know if we are listening to our ego or to our soul?

When we are listening to our ego, we are thinking only of ourselves. When we are listening to our soul, we are putting someone else into the equation.

Notice how difficult it is not to think only of ourselves.

Remember that the source of our joy comes from empathizing with others...

Science

Teacher: How many hearts do we have?
Student: Two.
Teacher: Two?!
Student: Yes, yours and mine.

paper dolls

...from Rapunzel through Sisi!

Feliz Dia Nosso de Cada Um



















Escuta a esperança,
no silêncio da própria alma
a falar-te de futuro e de amor...
Ergue-te e caminha.
Enxuga as lágrimas e fita os Céus.
Deus que te sustentou até ontem,
sustentará hoje e sempre.
A sombra vale para destacar a luz.
Surge a dor para aumentar a alegria.
Se provações te feriram, esquece.
Se desenganos te amargaram a existência,
não esmoreças. Escuta a esperança,
no silêncio da própria alma,
a falar-te de futuro e de amor,
de beleza e eternidade.
Olvida toda sombra,
à procura de mais luz e perceberás que Deus
está contigo, em teu próprio coração,
a estender-te os braços abertos.

--

RB: red bird


O amor é um sentimento,
que nem sempre traz felicidade,
teria alguem se apaixonado ou amado
sem nunca ter sofrido, chorado,
no final de um grande amor sempre vem a solidao,
se é que um grande amor um dia chega ao fim
o coração nem sempre responde a razão
ou melhor ele nunca responde a razão
como eu queria entender esse meu coração
ama sem ter razão e nao quer te esqueçer,
queria terminar, parar de sofrer mas todos os caminhos me levam para voocêe
!♪♫

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

a cat's memory of nine lives

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone

In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning

Someone mutters

And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over

Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

i am fuming!!!

...and it upsets my flight!

just do it

¡yo no entiendo!

I do! Or do I?...

Man sieht nur mit dem Herzen gut. Das Wesentliche ist für Augen unsichtbar.

Get it now???

a must-have drug?


La meilleure définition de l'allure: quelque chose d'indéfinissable!

we are different

The beauty lies in the ability to find the balance of complementary qualities in us...

what will it take?

It is simply too much...

Just normal

Isn't it?

A b normal













How understanding must I always be?

Do not make me cry!!!


If man does not keep pace with his companions,
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.

Monday, May 25, 2009

The River Should Not Divide Us

Real power has the harmony of the dualistic nature of achieving, by compromising AND striving. A river embodies both compromises with the geographical terrain, eroding and smoothing the way as it goes relentlessly flowing forward, striving to achieve its ultimate purpose of uniting with the ocean...
And so it shall be.

BE

Be strong in order to relax and surrender gracefully to life's challenges. And smile sincerely!

I.M.

"But I am indeed the most balanced being you've ever had the pleasure of encountering!"

(Wait! Don't take it personally... Nothing was said about you being crazy! You are so re-active... Constantly needing to be on the defensive. Just BE. And do it now... )


Sunday, May 24, 2009

Tip


zany |ˈzānē|adjective ( -nier , -niest )amusingly unconventional and idiosyncratic : zany humor.

Spelling

Live, laugh, love. Just, please, live, laugh and love all @ the same time. Because it is the only coherent multi-tasking there is out there. I should know: I tried the other combinations and it almost drove me Krazy. Zanity feels good...

I Want To Be Love By You


I wanna be loved by You
Nobody else, but You

the animals said:

Ooops!...

a G"if"t

LOL! I have NO WAY of knowing WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN, although sometimes it those become CRYSTAL clear. Now, he fact that only GOD is in Kontrol, is indeed L-i-b-b-y-r-a-t--n-g...
"Transformation" is the ART that I practice!
Home is where my heart is. U R so very important, and how ambiguous is it?
I can.... I kan LOVE WITH PASSION - a "gift".


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

the objective is


to be KINDER than necessary.

about marriage

AND THAT IS THAT!

I am...

for sure! Can a foreigner ever be fitting?...Where?

X-S


Unfitting!

house sweet home

era uma casa muito engraçada
nao tinha teto, nao tinha nada
ninguem podia entrar nela nao
porque a casa, nao tinha chao
ninguem podia fazer pipi
porque pinico nao tinha ali
ninguem podia dormir na rede
porque a casa nao tinha parede
mas era feita com muito esmero
na rua dos bobos
numero zero

zzz


I do not like to sleep in cars!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Yolanda


Esta canção nao é mais que mais uma canção
Quem dera fosse uma declaração de amor
Romântica, sem procurar a justa forma
Do que lhe vem de forma assim tão caudalosa
Te amo,
te amo,
eternamente te amo

Se me faltares, nem por isso eu morro
Se é pra morrer, quero morrer contigo
Minha solidão se sente acompanhada
Por isso às vezes sei que necessito
Teu colo,
teu colo,
eternamente teu colo

Quando te vi, eu bem que estava certo
De que me sentiria descoberto
A minha pele vais despindo aos poucos
Me abres o peito quando me acumulas
De amores,
de amores,
eternamente de amores

Se alguma vez me sinto derrotado
Eu abro mão do sol de cada dia
Rezando o credo que tu me ensinaste
Olho teu rosto e digo à ventania
Yolanda, Yolanda, eternamente Yolanda

Dedicated to the memory of Doña Armida Pozos Cruz

Monday, May 11, 2009

Q&A

Uma Rapariga perguntou a um Rapaz se ele a achava bonita, ele disse...não.Ela perguntou se ele queria ficar com ela para a eternidade....e ele disse não. Então ela perguntou-lhe, se ela se fosse embora, se ele iria chorar, e mais uma vez ele respondeu com um não. Ela já tinha ouvido demais. Assim, quando estava a ir embora, lágrimas caíam da sua, face, o rapaz agarrou seu braço e disse...Tu não és bonita: És linda. Eu não quero ficar contigo pra sempre. Eu PRECISO ficar contigo pra sempre. Eu não iria chorar se tu fosses embora...eu iria morrer...
... teu verdadeiro amor vai notar que gosta de ti.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Terra Buena


What to do about this broken heart?
Now I know there is no two without one
There is no two from three
This life is always on the move and never stops
And what am I to say?

Just please lie to me, tell me there is still hope
That we still exist and that in your life the sun never shines
That time does not count and that pain is only an illusion
Take me if you will
Without any destination and without any reason

Now I know that a heart which cannot not see
Is also a heart that cannot not feel
A hurting heart will pretend to love
And will bring profound suffering to the soul
Don't you believe in love and in a beautiful life?

Why did you heal this broken heart
Only to blow it to smithereens?

Who will share emotions with me?
Who will ask me not to leave?
Who will cover me up when it gets cold at night?
Who will heal this broken heart?
Who will bloom when Spring arrives,
and bring down the Moon, so we can play?
Tell me, my Dear, if you go...
Who will heal this broken heart?

What to do about this broken heart?

Don't condescend to me
It can never substitute real intimacy, my Dear
Just take it from me
Everything shall always pass
But after you...after you there is nothing

Why did you heal this broken heart
Only to blow it to smithereens?



My blog is about

My photo
...the feelings in her heART, erstwhile experienced on Planet Earth!
Here, the images and choice of words are an introspective conversation, full of parallel significance and without compromises.