only good, if in pair!

Now it seems to me that you know just what to say

But words are only words, can you show me something else?

Can you swear to me, that you'll always be this way

Show me how you feel, more than ever baby

I don't wanna be lonely no more,

I don't wanna have to pay for this,

I don't wanna know the lover at my door,

Is just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more,

But you know I could never stand for this,

So when you tell me that you love me know for sure,

I don't wanna be lonely anymore

Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa..

Now It's hard for me, when my heart still on the mend,

Open up to me, like you do your girlfriends

Can you sing to me, and it's harmony, girl what you do to me is everything,

Make me say anything, just to get you back again, why can't we just try?

I don't wanna be lonely no more,

I don't wanna have to pay for this,

I don't wanna know the lover at my door,

Is just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more,

But you know I could never stand for this,

So when you tell me that you love me know for sure,

I don't wanna be lonely anymore

Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa..

What if I was good to you? What if you were good to me?

What if I could hold you 'til I feel you move inside of me?

What if it was paradise? And what if we were symphonies?

What if I gave all my life, to find some way to stand beside you?

I don't wanna be lonely no more,

I don't wanna have to pay for this,

I don't wanna know the lover at my door,

Is just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more,

But you know I could never stand for this,

So when you tell me that you love me know for sure,

I don't wanna be lonely anymore

Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa.. Whoa..

I don't wanna be lonely anymore

I don't wanna be lonely no more

I don't wanna be lonely anymore

I don't wanna be lonely no more

I don't, I don't, I know, I know,

I don't want to be lonely anymore

Leon

YOUR FASCINATION WITH ME

FASCINATES ME!

OF COURSE, IT'S ONLY A "PASSA TEMPO",

A LITTLE "CHOKITO"

AND NO ONE IS IN "CHARGE",

SO.....IT IS NOT YOU:

IT'S THE COFEE;

THE COFFEE...!

NO!

Jamás sentí en el alma tanto amor

Y nadie más que tú me amó

Por ti reí y lloré, renací también

Lo que tuve di, por tenerte aquí

Ya sé que despedirnos es mejor

Sufriendo pagaré mi error

Ya nada será igual, lo tengo que aceptar

Y hallar la fuerza en mí para este adiós

Aléjate, no puedo más

Ya no hay manera de volver el tiempo atrás

Olvídate de mí

Y déjame seguir a solas con mi soledad

Aléjate, ya dime adiós

Y me resignaré a seguir sin tu calor

Y jamás entenderé que fue lo qué paso

Si nada puedo hacer, aléjate

No voy a arrepentirme del ayer

Amando ME HICISTES mujer

Por el amor aquel, por serte siempre fiel

Hoy tengo que ser fuerte y aprender

Aléjate, no puedo más

Ya no hay manera de volver el tiempo atrás

Olvídate de mí

Y déjame seguir a solas con mi soledad

Aléjate, ya dime adiós

Y me resignaré a seguir sin tu calor

Y jamás entenderé que fue lo qué pasó

Si nada puedo hacer, aléjate

Aléjate, no puedo más

Ya no hay manera de volver el tiempo atrás

Olvídate de mí

Y déjame seguir a solas con mi soledad

Aléjate, ya dime adiós

Y me resignaré a seguir sin tu calor

Y jamás entenderé que fue lo qué paso

Si nada puedo hacer, aléjate

Feuer

"...Karin! It will happen when the time is right..."

my fan

You know I've heard it said theres beauty in distortion

By some people who withdraw to find their head

And they say there is humor in misfortune

No, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead

Why am I fighting to live

If I'm just living to fight

Why am I trying to see

When there aint nothing in sight

Why am I trying to give

When noone gives me a try

Why am I dying to live

If I'm just living to die

You know some people say that values are subjective

But they are just speaking words

That someone else has said

And so they live and fight and kill with no objective

Sometimes its hard to tell the living from the dead

You know I used to weave

My words into confusion

And so I hope you'll understand me

When I'm through

You know I used to live my life as an illusion

But reality wil make my dream come true

So I'll keep fighting to live

Till theres no reason to fight

And I'll keep trying to see

Until the end is in sight

You know I'm trying to give

So come on

Give me a try

You know I'm dying to live

Until I'm ready to die

i love strawberries!

GRAND

SENSITIVE

DARING

bag "art"

i am affected

by that

which affects

me

elks, moose & bambies

...I feel speechless @ having to deal with a strange habit pattern I've found common among the 55+ year-old "A" male population here: according to this established behavior of theirs, they seem certain in the belief that if you ignore a certain something, then it will go away, it does not count!!!!! It does not seem to occur to them how rude and disrespectful they are being - let alone ignorant of basic a global manner code. Their attitude does not embarrass them either, oblivious of the existence of anything else other than their own belly-button wrapped up in some disposable excuse.

In comparison, it's like me, coming from a place where animals such as elks and moose do not exist and not wanting to accept and acknowledge that they are NOT mere bambies with trees growing on the top of their heads, just because once I had superficially met Walt Disney during my childhood.

There is a HUGE difference.

Refusal and denial of certain things increases and intensifies their power...

Hahaha!

i can't cook...yet!

Real Reason, by Brian Andreas

"There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other's cooking & say it was good."

...That may also be the reason God has not yet given me the HUSBAND that I so long for!

three eggs!!! (true story)

..today I went through this most horrible panicky situation where I wanted to fry myself some eggs, and could not decide HOW I wanted them to be! There was no problem with how I DID NOT want them to be: they were definitely NOT going to become an omelet. But that still leaves ALL OTHER OPTIONS open, and it can be so overwhelming!!! I was not going to use "spray" anything so they didn't stick - it was going to be fried on b-u-t-t-e-r. I had already been able to pick three of the eggs that were in the refrigerator: why was I now walking in circles? So I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, feeling utterly ridiculous, punishing myself with the most absurd guilt-filled thoughts, shaking and jittering as if scared of the eggs....It took a lot of courage and nerve to crack those eggs onto the pan! I was feeling consumed by doubt and lack of reference......and suddenly it clicked!

I did not want to eat any eggs, in any form, shape or taste, WITHOUT YOU...

Sagittarius Gemini Cancer

I'll be in my element, no doubt. A diva with a home-field advantage for whatever scene I am playing. And yeah, that means there'll be some ass-kissing acts of devotion, but also earnest efforts at praise -- and attempts at breaching your defenses. But the one mistake anyone could make would be to assume I laze around like some self-absorbed glamour-goddess among the fossil ruins eating bon-bon's or content to put pride and virtue on a mantle like a treasured souvenir or some plastic, sprawling Lady-Liberty -- because looks will prove to deceive.

I should not try so hard; I am already on the verge. I must remember when simple pleasures or zest in quest were enough to live and die for! When I would grab my gear and go at a moment's notice just for the experience or be able to say "I did it"! I also have to recall the anticipation of being on the verge of some joyful liberation and go back to a time before the novelty wore off or my bag of tricks became impractical against self doubt, commitments, or the unshakable yapping of others, because it is all clinging now like so much toilet paper to my shoe!

I need to sleep now...

HOPE

The tarot said that I am desperate for relief from my post, from caring, and that I am sorry for the pain and wishing to be free of it all! There doesn't seem to be any one right, magic answer forthcoming. It is making me feel like the proverbial fool and I don't know what to believe anymore! So it becomes a case of "screw it", although I prefer "whatever". Yet the tarot guarantees me that acting-out in haste or rejecting second-chances, as a trick for suckers, could expose the very wound I think I will be guarding, as well as the wishful thinking for redemption and forgiveness.

Se ficar, o bicho come; se correr, o bicho pega!

So the tarot explains that there is a difference between luxuriating in voluptuous contentment of some sensual pleasure and jealousy, and guarding access or acting to gratify self-indulgent, high-maintenance effects. Ideally, it should all become a seal of approval or a sign to light the way to a more renewable or hybrid truth, because the throne is mine, if I am in accordance with the cause and I keep the cycles flowing responsibly in my own back yard.

(T-o-o d-i-f-f-i-c-u-l-t!!!)

...I feel stung or misled by shattered reflections of one-of-my-kind, and repulsed by weakness and shiny-happy-people. I want to abandon the vigil or cross the line, but maintain the illusion of choice. Any wonder I am turning to growling resentment inside-outwardly and denying the wellsprings of spontaneous feelings that simmer beneath the surface to go to twin extremes: a half-life, until one doesn't even recognize the other in the mirror-image. But it is an unconvincing safe-haven to avoid becoming something I fear.

Being labelled traitor to the clique, but still sticking to the deal is an act of faith or labor of love; a testament to an underdog effort to salvage honor and redeem hope out of the glorious wreckage of abandoned creation that has also come to define my own descent or mismatched alliance. So I must hang in there!

LOGO

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Κασσάνδρα

Κασσάνδρα

In Greek mythology, Cassandra (Greek: Κασσάνδρα, "she who entangles men",^[1] also known as Alexandra^[2]) was the daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. Her beauty caused Apollo to grant her the gift of prophecy. In an alternative version, she spent a night at Apollo's temple, at which time the temple snakes licked her ears clean so that she was able to hear the future. This is a recurring theme in Greek mythology, though sometimes it brings an ability to understand the language of animals rather than an ability to know the future.^[3] However, when she did not return his love, Apollo placed a curse on her so that no one would ever believe her predictions. She is a figure both of the epic tradition and of tragedy, where her combination of deep understanding and powerlessness exemplify the tragic condition of humankind.

Ajax & Cassandra

"...you are full of it..."

G

R

A

C

E

"...she is adorable...!"

"...don't kick me!"

In this game, my true strength lies in the challenge to stand down or fall in, because no one else can conquer this for me. It doesn't matter here about the actual win or lose title or prize - I am not on parade anymore. The step I take to overcome it, or what it symbolizes, is priceless: and that is what I need now.

I don't need the stuff, the trophies or the bowing down to rank, label or set trendy expectations, because this is about gracefully relinquishing a former or hoped for glory. It means looking within to find and proclaim self-acceptance. It is handing off the reigns, admitting I am human after all, and cannot do it alone anymore!

Disbelief

Awash in amplified relief, like music to ears, and gaping in wondrous rapture - mingled with disbelief, common human frailty is regarded in its exposed desperation and revealed in protests at the verdict. Obscenities are cast into space indistinguishable from prayers. All set out without paddle, to navigate up the creek and over the barrel.

Storytellers wanted.

"There is no use trying," said Alice; "one can't believe impossible things."

"I dare say you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

Lewis Carroll

en medias res

I am approaching the extraordinary! And I behold it.It is a spotlight chance to honor the past, to impress and to wipe the slate clean - to heal. The scene is playing itself out more than once, to revive the symbolic redemptive cost that comes to live eternal in a place where I already be-wept the passing of a once beautiful dream and sensation - a monumental effigy to the paranormal sacrifice glimpsed during a time when I gave all I had back to the ages...and survived.

I think he has a private agenda to uphold and overcome. In fact, the need for public validation of his personal trails and wounds helps him stay loyal and focused on the crusade. So I am doing all possible to respect his rules and appreciate this pride and what it cost him to attain it. For the next steps, he must do the privileges and strategize occurrences, because he now holds jurisdiction and authority over the entry into his Empire. And I so want to win him. I would love his heart to be next to mine. I need this.

I am so scared!

two of cups

(obs. i might have already posted these words by Cora Coralina here before, but they are so pertinent, it makes sense doing it again...)

NÃO SEI

Não sei se a vida é curta ou longa demais para nós.

Mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido,

Se não tocamos o coração das pessoas.

Muitas vezes basta ser:

Colo que acolhe,

Braço que envolve,

Palavra que conforta,

Silêncio que respeita,

Alegria que contagia,

Lágrima que corre,

Olhar que acaricia,

Desejo que sacia,

Amor que promove.

E isso não é coisa de outro mundo.

É o que dá sentido à vida.

É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, nem longa demais.

Mas que seja intensa, verdadeira e pura,

Enquanto durar.

I DON'T KNOW

I don't know if we should consider life too short or too long.

But I do know that nothing we do in life has any meaning,

If we do not touch people's heart.

Many times it is enough to be:

The lap that holds,

Arms that envelope,

Words that comfort,

Silence that respects,

Happiness that is contagious,

Tears that flow,

The look that caresses,

Desire that satisfies,

Love that promotes.

And none of these are things from out of this world.

They are the things that give life significance.

And they make life neither too short, nor too long.

They make life intense, real, pure,

For as long as it lasts.

Family is the group one chooses

La Cigale et La Fourmi
(The Cricket and The Ant)

The cricket, having sung all summer long,
found her foods too few when the north wind blew
Nowhere could she spy a single morsel - worm or fly.
She thought her neighbor, the ant, might help,
and begged her for a bit of grain till summer came back again.
"By next harvest, I'll repay interest and principal both,"
she swore on the animal's oath.
Now, the ant may admit to a fault or two,
But lending is not something she will ever do.
So she asked, "What did you do when the weather was warm?"
"By night and day, to all who came, I sang at every chance."
"You sang, did you? How very nice. Now go and dance."

Love's Labour's Lost

...Am I smiling? Oh! You have no idea how much!

- "Was it good?"

- "Too good..."

- "Elaborate, please..."

- "Not in writing!!! But know that is WAS p-e-r-f-e-c-t..."

...I did not dress up. I did not play up. It was "au naturel"

2010 Resolution!

The Sri Yantra, known since Vedic times as the most powerful and mystically beautiful of all yantras (geometric mandalas), represents the timeless creative principle of the universe, the continuous unfoldment of all realms of creation from the central source, and with that mindfulness, it is used as an object of meditation. The central point, called bindu, represents transcendental unity and the source of creation. The opposing set of triangles represent the male and female principles which form creation, themselves being recognized as expressions of the polarity inherent in the creative force of the bindu. The surrounding geometries represent the realm of creation, entirely supported by the creative process, and which would have no reality whatsoever without the omnipresence of the transcendental source.

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