tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8164947552199788702024-02-20T18:37:42.306-08:00KariLu's Blog ~ My life. My choices. My mistakes. My lessons...It's so easy to forget words. But it's not so easy to forget how they made you feel.KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-34083605802092018532013-05-12T22:02:00.003-07:002013-05-12T22:04:31.457-07:00"El último aliento de Lucía" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>"El último aliento de Lucía" </b><br />
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Lucía, llegaste una tarde a mi vida<br />
llenando mi alma de alegría<br />
me diste la dulzura de un cariño bueno.<br />
Dejaste tu perfume suave y delicado<br />
Lucía, muy dentro de mí.<br />
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Quisiste mi pequeña e inocente florecita,<br />
llenarme de ternura, oh mi Lucía, ese es tu nombre<br />
el que yo quería formado con colores de mi cielo<br />
incandescentes como, como tú, mi vida<br />
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Un día, mi pequeña muñequita, mi Lucía<br />
en su corazón ya no había vida,<br />
y decía: "No quiero, no quiero así marcharme"<br />
y en un dolor profundo me llamaste.<br />
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Lucía, este es tú día. Sí, tú despedida<br />
y con acordes de guitarra te dormiste.<br />
Mirabas tú último día muy sonriente,<br />
y te me fuiste, mi Lucía, al firmamento.<br />
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Ahora ya en el cielo, mi pequeña, eres bella,<br />
te convertiste en una linda estrella.<br />
Yo sé que duermes, y no regresas porque<br />
quedaste atrapada en tu sonrisa.<br />
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De nuevo la guitarra, te hace acordes<br />
te acompaña con la bella melodía<br />
de una manos que crearon esa música,<br />
solo para ti Lucía en el último aliento de tu vida.<br />
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¿Lucía por qué no regresas si yo te espero?<br />
Hay un vacío en mi pobre vida,<br />
que sólo llena con la música que cantas en el cielo.<br />
Es la misma melodía, mi Lucía, que te atrapó aquel día muy sonriente.<br />
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Un día estaremos danzando allá en firmamento,<br />
y cantaremos juntas aquellas bellas notas, de la<br />
guitarra que te despedía en el último aliento de tu vida,<br />
te amo, mi pequeño pedacito, fruto de un acorde de amor y melodías.<br />
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Eres hoy, un ángel de música y poesía,<br />
belleza pura que trasciende del dolor a la dulzura.<br />
Que te dormiste y ya no regresaste y<br />
acá solo dejaste perlas de lágrimas y preguntas del ayer.<br />
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De nuevo la guitarra, vibra sus cuerdas y aquellas manos<br />
danzan con la bella melodía, que fueron hechas para tí,<br />
sólo para tí, mi pequeña Lucía.<br />
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~Kharina MonteroKariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-50803602786364943432013-01-06T21:18:00.001-08:002013-01-06T21:22:28.541-08:00Somewhere Around Memories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-33998246698037340782012-05-13T16:03:00.000-07:002012-05-13T16:03:03.444-07:00“Your dad passed away last night.” last words... Psalm 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Your dad passed away last night.” last words... Psalm 1</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My heart stopped pumping. My blood went cold and my body became numb. I was speechless. I thought my dad was the strongest man alive and that he would overcome the aneurysm taking over his body. Why does this have to happen to me? My father was all I had. He was my world: my dad, my coach, my mentor, and my best friend, really.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After this day, I was a different person. When I realized that the one person I depended on and loved the most was gone, I shut down. I wanted to curl up and be alone all day in my room. I never wanted to talk or be bothered by anything. I pushed away my family and friends and was very rude. I didn’t care about anyone except myself. I tried to believe that my dad would walk through the door sooner or later and ask me to go out and have a catch with him. I knew it would never happen, but I just could not accept that I was never going to see him ever again. He will never be there to see me as mature woman and he will never be able to hold his grandkids. That’s what hurts the most.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One of the worst feelings I felt after my dad’s death, was the one I got when people didn’t understand why I was still upset. People believed that I should have gotten over his death a week or two after he was gone. All I could do was try and be strong. I bottled up my emotions. The first day of work, two weeks after his death, all I could do was smile. I didn’t talk, and if I didn’t pretend to be happy, I would have broken down. To this day I try to hold in my tears as much as possible. When my friends complain that they hate their parents because they won’t let them go to a party that weekend, it makes envy them. They still have both parents, and have no idea what can happen in the blink of an eye. People don’t understand how lucky they really are.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After a while, I was able to learn that life could continue without my dad. I learned that I had to accept what just happened to me, because there was nothing I could do to ever bring him back. I have become strong and wise and I learned who my real friends were. Those that said “I’m here for you if you need me” but never actually approached me after my dad’s passing were useless to me. I needed friends that showed that they were there for me. I needed friends I could cry with and vent to. The people who were there for me back then are the people I can consider my best friends today. I have been through a lot more than many people my age, and I feel that it has made me into a more mature being. I am an older, wiser, and stronger person than I was before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have slowly started appreciating more. I used to not care about much. I lived life day by day, usually got what I wanted, and took things for granted. Now, I don’t get caught up in little fights because I know that it’s not worth it. Things can happen in a split second, and life can end at anytime. We do not know our expiration dates, and I want to live my life to the fullest and not pause it to resolve a stupid fight over nothing. </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My dad's death has changed me in many ways, some good, and others bad. It sparked a turning point in my life, and I had no other choice than to continue moving forward. I think about the memories we shared every night. My room is filled of pictures of us together. While seeing these always make me sad, it makes me feel so lucky to have gotten to share 24 years of my life with him. I still am, and will always be a “daddy’s girl.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I got touched by heart everytime I listen to "Psalm 1" by Perttu Kivilaakso. I remember once my dad heard it. He said "that's sounds beautiful". Then, few months ago I got a talk with Perttu about the background of this composition. It took my breath away... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Beyond of music and experiences in life, there's a second chance to move forward and a beautiful way to connect to somebody else's feelings. We're not alone...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When you have lost many things in your life. Everything seems to lose its color... We're losing things every single day... friends, illusion, pets, jobs, loved ones... But that's what our life turns away and it's ending one minute at a time. Sooner or later we have to go to the other side... That's our farewell...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Esos tus cabellos blancos, bonitos</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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ese hablar cansado, profundo<br />
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que me lee todo lo escrito<br />
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y me enseña tanto del mundo.<br />
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Esos pasos lentos que ahora<br />
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caminando siempre conmigo,<br />
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ya corrieron tanto en la vida<br />
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mi héroe, mi mejor amigo, mi papito<br />
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Esa vida llena de historias<br />
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y de arrugas marcadas por el viento,<br />
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recuerdos de antiguas victorias<br />
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son lágrimas lloradas al viento.<br />
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Tu voz dulce y serena me calma,<br />
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y me ofrece refugio y abrigo,<br />
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va calando dentro de mi alma,<br />
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mi querido papito<br />
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Tu pasado vive presente<br />
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en las experiencias sentidas,<br />
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y en tu corazón consciente<br />
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de las cosas bellas de la vida.<br />
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Tu sonrisa franca me anima<br />
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tu consejo sabio me cría<br />
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abro el corazón y te digo<br />
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mi querido papito<br />
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Yo, te he dicho casi todo,<br />
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y casi todo es poco,<br />
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frente a lo que yo siento.<br />
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Mirando tus cabellos<br />
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tan bonitos<br />
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abro el corazón<br />
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mi querido héroe<br />
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Mirando tu rostro en paz<br />
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te digo<br />
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Mi querido papito<br />
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Te amo y te amaré<br />
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hasta que nos volvamos a<br />
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mirar en la eternidad.<br />
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Gracias don Daniel! Papi por ser mi héroe de leyenda! te amo!</span>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-43398720154345087952011-08-25T11:59:00.000-07:002011-08-25T11:59:01.027-07:00Gladiator: Life is a succession of battles<div align="justify"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWYrGDFg4pIhrZTuRnA2R0CYqDNPh7WYLvwN4k1oKw0qSlTZlEis10Wq6CMomNBr9phdsTKZ1yf9PsgvQE07unRffFx2uczsZavkY12RLHkcI4nPTZ70hyphenhyphenn5_EKhgrzBpAYNruYF3qk6F/s1600/alone35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWYrGDFg4pIhrZTuRnA2R0CYqDNPh7WYLvwN4k1oKw0qSlTZlEis10Wq6CMomNBr9phdsTKZ1yf9PsgvQE07unRffFx2uczsZavkY12RLHkcI4nPTZ70hyphenhyphenn5_EKhgrzBpAYNruYF3qk6F/s320/alone35.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Success, acknowledgement, fame glory… Many of us fight for reasons like that, but you don't build a good name from one day to the next. It is necessary to work hard even if there are stumbles and falls. It is necessary to overcome obstacles. It is necessary to have motivation, to persevere and insist. Life is a succession of battles.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> Job, family, friends: all of us have a current status and also expectations for the future. However the twist and turns of fate take us by surprise. One cannot always do what one likes, but those who like what they do, and are always proud of doing better make more progress day by day. In our moments of quiet and ethic decisive moments, when mere good intentions are not enough. That's when life demands of us courage boldness creativity and an unquenchable fighting spirit. The truth is that problems and set</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">backs happen more frequently than we would like.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> Times change. New challenges arise and new objectives. The Warriors look into the eyes of the future without fear or arrogance, but with the confident of those who are ready for battle. Living is also being prepared for difficult situations. How we approach the difficulties is what makes the different. Sometimes we ask, how can we cope with the radical changes that we are faced with. Its like acting a new scenario, where things we use to do so well now need to be relearned.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> And how can we fight without letting go of fundamental values, and more, how do we know exactly what needs to be done at the right time? The amazing thing is that it is precisely upon facing adverse situations that many rediscover the best in themselves; ethics, friendship, the capability to create new strategies based on experience. The Talents to promote positive alliances, the spirit of leadership, the awareness of the strength that resides in true teamwork. All of this comes to the floor when required by certain circumstances, but one knows there is an important ultimate goal. Naturally it's not easy to give up habits, costumes. Its not easy to adapt to new environment. Or employ resources not familiar with, but all warriors know that pessimisms and uncertainty hold one back at moments like this. Even if the threat comes from many sides with agility, strength and determination we can achieve our goals. The combination of energy and intelligence as well as a balance between emotion and reason are essential to success. It is a most satisfying feeling to reach the end of a task with the feeling of duty fulfilled and receive the accolades and respect of all our colleagues, the admiration of the people we love. To hear out names spoken with pride, the pride of haven seen the obstacles and the opportunity of growth, the price of being able to face life’s ups and downs and win. The pride of being a winner who did not give up fundamental values.</span></div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">La música es una de las mas bellas formas de expresar sentimientos, imágenes... La música es en esencia la capacidad de crear poemas con sonidos, con notas, la música no hay que entenderla, no tiene explicación ya que el sentimiento de despierta no puede ser expresado con palabras, la música no se puede explicar, se tiene que escuchar. Muchos compositores han encontrado formas sublimes de crear imágenes, paisajes y otros mundos jamás soñados. La música ofrece el deleite de los sentidos, permite la libertad del espíritu más allá de lo que podamos imaginar, el arte que constituye la música es incomparable a las otras formas de expresión artísticas ya que la música permite adaptarse completamente a todo tipo de sociedad ya que desde siempre la música ha sido uno de los placeres más grandes de la humanidad.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Cuando yo era chico me encantaban los circos, y lo que más me gustaba de los circos eran los animales. También a mí como a otros, después me enteré, me llamaba la atención el elefante. Durante la función, la enorme bestia hacía despliegue de tamaño, peso y fuerza descomunal... pero después de su actuación y hasta un rato antes de volver al escenario, el elefante quedaba sujeto solamente por una cadena que aprisionaba una de sus patas a una pequeña estaca clavada en el suelo. <br />
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Sin embargo, la estaca era solo un minúsculo pedazo de madera apenas enterrado unos centímetros en la tierra. Y aunque la cadena era gruesa y poderosa me parecía obvio que ese animal capaz de arrancar un árbol de cuajo con su propia fuerza, podría, con facilidad, arrancar la estaca y huir. <br />
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¿Por qué no huye? <br />
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Cuando tenia cinco o seis años yo todavía confiaba en la sabiduría de los grandes. Pregunté entonces a algún maestro, a algún padre, o a algún tío por el misterio del elefante. Alguno de ellos me explicó que el elefante no escapaba porque estaba amaestrado. <br />
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Hice entonces la pregunta obvia: <br />
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- Si esta amaestrado, ¿por que lo encadenan? <br />
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No recuerdo haber recibido ninguna respuesta coherente. <br />
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Con el tiempo me olvide del misterio del elefante y la estaca... y solo lo recordaba cuando me encontraba con otros que también se habían hecho la misma pregunta. <br />
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Hace algunos años descubrí que por suerte para mi alguien había sido lo bastante sabio como para encontrar la respuesta: <br />
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El elefante del circo no escapa porque ha estado atado a una estaca parecida desde que era muy, muy pequeño. <br />
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Cerré los ojos y me imaginé al pequeño recién nacido sujeto a la estaca. <br />
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Estoy seguro de que en aquel momento el elefantito empujó, tiró y sudó, tratando de soltarse. Y a pesar de todo su esfuerzo, no pudo. <br />
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La estaca era ciertamente muy fuerte para él. <br />
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Juraría que se durmió agotado y que al día siguiente volvió a probar, y también al otro y al que le seguía... <br />
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Hasta que un día, un terrible día para su historia, el animal acepto su impotencia y se resignó a su destino. <br />
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Este elefante enorme y poderoso, que vemos en el circo, no escapa porque cree - pobre- que NO PUEDE. <br />
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El tiene registro y recuerdo de su impotencia, de aquella impotencia que sintió poco después de nacer. <br />
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Y lo peor es que jamás se ha vuelto a cuestionar seriamente ese registro. <br />
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Jamás... jamás... intentó poner a prueba su fuerza otra vez...</span></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VwVWeii477A" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-58317661536408029232011-01-30T16:33:00.000-08:002011-01-30T16:33:25.951-08:00Timeless<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0Jdwm9X9i7R0wMaLIwMealDiAbeEfHeu5-dx9KWwgbGfkxpXl_UZU2oeFuvkspupyX4DKKHf3DcE3O1SiQb7y2xChTGCbdRiw3pDaaR6pNnXWwiU2PKLkTyFOWYqTWNUJBz8AjqmGlRe/s1600/timeless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0Jdwm9X9i7R0wMaLIwMealDiAbeEfHeu5-dx9KWwgbGfkxpXl_UZU2oeFuvkspupyX4DKKHf3DcE3O1SiQb7y2xChTGCbdRiw3pDaaR6pNnXWwiU2PKLkTyFOWYqTWNUJBz8AjqmGlRe/s1600/timeless.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">The winter has come to stay</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">It makes me think about it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">What I've been going thro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Never the last in my path </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">What does it matter what I dream? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">What does the time want for me? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">For all the bad experiences in my life </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Time, Please! Don't let them take more </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">of my journey.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You must know what matters to me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">If I have any reason to start over again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Tell me, Where do I draw my best line</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">If I have to choose another desire</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I won't forget my loved ones</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">because they won't forget </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">how much they loved me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">- Kharina Montero </span>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-71007789431650985352011-01-25T12:54:00.000-08:002011-01-25T12:54:33.292-08:00Dejar ir, soltarse, desprenderse...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAXOilSdEJdAlYv7xFd0B1aZePHBgMPVyL0WgwfBaEljZ_idy3MRsXdC_XWT68LNsSZFcARE1_fHtLVhpAJ1bUSpgfYDxv7S7X0EhSJUMtRC1UvShiB03WeOuwl9SLH7tzpI_JtX3OknV/s1600/1260042117696_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAXOilSdEJdAlYv7xFd0B1aZePHBgMPVyL0WgwfBaEljZ_idy3MRsXdC_XWT68LNsSZFcARE1_fHtLVhpAJ1bUSpgfYDxv7S7X0EhSJUMtRC1UvShiB03WeOuwl9SLH7tzpI_JtX3OknV/s320/1260042117696_f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Siempre es preciso saber cuándo se acaba una etapa de la vida.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Si insistes en permanecer en ella, más allá del tiempo necesario, pierdes la alegría y el sentido del resto. Cerrando círculos, o cerrando puertas, o cerrando capítulos. Como quiera llamarlo, lo importante es poder cerrarlos, dejar ir momentos de la vida que se van clausurando</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">¿Terminó con su trabajo?, ¿Se acabó la relación?, ¿Ya no vive más en esa casa?, ¿Debe irse de viaje?, ¿La amistad se acabó?</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Puede pasarse mucho tiempo de su presente “revolcándose” en los porqués, en devolver el casette y tratar de entender por qué sucedió tal o cual hecho.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">El desgaste va a ser infinito porque en la vida, usted, yo, su amigo, sus hijos, sus hermanas, todos y todas estamos abocados a ir cerrando capítulos, a pasar la hoja, a terminar con etapas, o con momentos de la</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Vida y seguir adelante.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">No podemos estar en el presente añorando el pasado. Ni siquiera preguntándonos por qué. Lo que sucedió, sucedió, y hay que soltar, hay que desprenderse.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">No podemos ser niños eternos, ni adolescentes tardíos, ni empleados de empresas inexistentes, ni tener vínculos con quien no quiere estar vinculado a nosotros.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">No. ¡Los hechos pasan y hay que dejarlos ir! Por eso a veces es tan importante destruir recuerdos, regalar presentes, cambiar de casa, documentos por tirar, libros por vender o regalar. Los cambios externos</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">pueden simbolizar procesos interiores de superación. Dejar ir, soltar, desprenderse. En la vida nadie juega con las cartas marcadas, y hay que aprender a perder y a ganar. Hay que dejar ir, hay que pasar la hoja, </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">hay que vivir con sólo lo que tenemos en el presente!. El pasado ya pasó.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">No esperen que le devuelvan, no espere que le reconozcan, no espere que alguna vez se den cuenta de quién es usted. Suelte el resentimiento, el prender “su televisor personal” para darle y darle al asunto, lo único que consigue es dañarlo mentalmente, envenenarlo, amargarlo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">La vida está para adelante, nunca para atrás. Porque si usted anda por la vida dejando “puertas abiertas”, por si acaso, nunca podrá desprenderse ni vivir lo de hoy con satisfacción.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Noviazgos o amistades que no clausuran, posibilidades de “regresar” (a qué?), necesidad de aclaraciones, palabras que no se dijeron, silencios que lo invadieron</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">¡Si puede enfrentarlos ya y ahora, hágalo!, si no, déjelo ir, cierre capítulos. Dígase a usted mismo que no, que no vuelve.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Pero no por orgullo ni soberbia, sino porque usted ya no encaja allí, en ese lugar, en ese corazón, en esa habitación, en esa casa, en ese escritorio, en ese oficio. Usted ya no es el mismo que se fue, hace dos días, hace tres meses, hace un año, por lo tanto, no hay nada a que volver. Cierre la puerta, pase la hoja, cierre el círculo. Ni usted será el mismo, ni el entorno al que regresa será igual, porque en la vida nada se queda quieto, nada es estático.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Es salud mental, amor por usted mismo desprender lo que ya no está en su vida. Recuerde que nada ni nadie es indispensable. Ni una persona, ni un lugar, ni un trabajo, nada es vital para vivir porque: cuando usted vino a este mundo ‘llegó’ sin ese adhesivo, por lo tanto es “costumbre” vivir pegado a él, y es un trabajo personal aprender a vivir sin él, sin el adhesivo humano o físico que hoy le duele dejar ir. Es un proceso de aprender a desprenderse y, humanamente se puede lograr porque, le repito, ¡nada ni nadie nos es indispensable! Sólo es costumbre, apego, necesidad.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Pero…. cierre, clausure, limpie, tire, oxigene, despréndase, sacuda, suelte. Hay tantas palabras para significar salud mental y cualquiera que sea la que escoja, le ayudará definitivamente a seguir para adelante con tranquilidad.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">¡Esa es la vida!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> Las Etapas (Paolo Coelho)</span></div>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-13001965009335277752011-01-24T21:18:00.000-08:002011-01-24T21:20:02.134-08:00Unreachable<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-f06iJc5YstAsXa8N7lsdFgn1oZPQYkZOCjZ1L1q39Y-fQ09i_2eiKsKbiraffGp0EIKvRXk7qREZrCiGALu0Qc16pSi20ley-V-fS8zA3M31eFyG0jRWur4ig60TU8Gi2uubX7QLz5Si/s1600/46615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-f06iJc5YstAsXa8N7lsdFgn1oZPQYkZOCjZ1L1q39Y-fQ09i_2eiKsKbiraffGp0EIKvRXk7qREZrCiGALu0Qc16pSi20ley-V-fS8zA3M31eFyG0jRWur4ig60TU8Gi2uubX7QLz5Si/s320/46615.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I can be a sun in your darkness</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Be the shoulder you can cry on</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Hold your hand in the stillness</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Be the strength you need to move on.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I know nothing can bring you down, honey</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Though life's complicated and you get to be mistreated</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I can give you a day that's sunny</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">If you get yourself up, even if you've just been defeated.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I know nothing is going to bring you down, sweetie</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">He's not worth these tears coming down your face</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">He's not worth any feeling of yours at all</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And with time, what he's meant for you will be erased.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">It's time to turn the page, pretty</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Go through life without expecting anything at all</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And you won't get so dissapointed</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">It'll be easier to get up everytime you fall.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I can be the one who's always right beside you</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">He's too uncapable to see what he's losing</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You're so much more than good enough</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">It's his own heart he's blindly bruising.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Don't hide your heart away, dear</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You have so much to give</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Dry away that lonely tear</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You have your whole life to live.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">By Daniela Baltodano </span>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-18486143887539238992011-01-24T06:47:00.000-08:002011-01-24T06:47:32.743-08:00I will let me memory heal. I'll remember you with me on that field<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSgD-g3su5Gizgv4ktoNJ1dzFCtfw_oonkagaE4lFhM6KpTuAfMAME5BOyvCDCEGnhLpUugRH8MuznzjRyG2-aZznHQpMexaq7FbaI_knQG2NK2tSEB3lbar9OXuO9IZxOp5VBQcfOC_8/s1600/pisadas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSgD-g3su5Gizgv4ktoNJ1dzFCtfw_oonkagaE4lFhM6KpTuAfMAME5BOyvCDCEGnhLpUugRH8MuznzjRyG2-aZznHQpMexaq7FbaI_knQG2NK2tSEB3lbar9OXuO9IZxOp5VBQcfOC_8/s1600/pisadas2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Poets Of The Fall - War</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Do you remember standing on a broken field</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">White crippled wings beating the sky</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">The harbingers of war with their nature revealed</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And our chances flowing by</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">If I can let the memory heal</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I will remember you with me on that field</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When I thought that I fought this war alone</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You were there by my side on the frontline</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When I thought that I fought without a cause</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You gave me a reason to try</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Turn the page I need to see something new</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">For now my innocence is torn</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">We cannot linger on this stunted view</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Like rabid dogs of war</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I will let me memory heal</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I'll remember you with me on that field</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When I thought that I fought this war alone</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You were there by my side on the frontline</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And we fought to believe the impossible</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When I thought that I fought this war alone</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">We were one with our destinies entwined</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When I thought that we fought without a cause</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">You gave me the reason why</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">With no one wearing their real face</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">It's a without of emotion</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When the love in letters fade</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">It's like moving in slow motion</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And we're already too late if we arrive at all</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And then we're caught un in the arms race</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And involuntary addiction</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">And we're shedding every value our mothers taught</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">So will you please show me your real face</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Draw the line in the horizon</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Cos I only need you name to call the reasons why</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I fought</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">When I thought that I fought this war alone...</span><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7CxpnbmKWzU" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"></iframe>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-75799360301437518392010-12-19T22:15:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:15:08.001-08:00Betrayal / Forgiveness (song and poem by Perttu Kivilaakso)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeglcG6KYnZVJV83QoAiBMBHOdVJ96GzT3wWJgZkJ8epqUBB6yiqEfDfGWcmJNNanjcYK-3PGdWbggLW1AeOcpUBVHaWIjF7g4sOrmwYPPGLV3qpnNyoepz3YSyALyjQfy4iaUOVcwRpNg/s1600/8864921d1e5c61ea828ce27f1315c7ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeglcG6KYnZVJV83QoAiBMBHOdVJ96GzT3wWJgZkJ8epqUBB6yiqEfDfGWcmJNNanjcYK-3PGdWbggLW1AeOcpUBVHaWIjF7g4sOrmwYPPGLV3qpnNyoepz3YSyALyjQfy4iaUOVcwRpNg/s320/8864921d1e5c61ea828ce27f1315c7ae.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
All that I ever wanted<br />
<br />
- to understand my nightmares<br />
<br />
Possessed by my fears<br />
<br />
Betrayed by my Pride<br />
<br />
Alone I wandered in the deepest Dark<br />
<br />
Seeking comfort from the vanity<br />
<br />
Each time I escape the Real<br />
<br />
My soul died, died a bit more<br />
<br />
Confronting the evil within<br />
<br />
Praying for my angel to appear<br />
<br />
Agonized whisper into the emptiness<br />
<br />
Begging for salvation - salvation for this cursed mind<br />
<br />
Words without meaning<br />
<br />
Touch without feeling<br />
<br />
- I did not recognize my own face...<br />
<br />
Eyes that were once shining<br />
<br />
- now extinguished<br />
<br />
Left only a silent cold<br />
<br />
Sound of a tear falling down<br />
<br />
In the desperate hour of loneliness<br />
<br />
This shattered heart reaching<br />
<br />
For it's relief - the relief it can not find<br />
<br />
Glance without affection<br />
<br />
Kiss without sensitivity<br />
<br />
Promise without comprehension<br />
<br />
Love without hope<br />
<br />
-I do not remember my own tale...<br />
<br />
Betrayed by my Anger<br />
<br />
Betrayed by my Beliefs<br />
<br />
Betrayed by my Delusions<br />
<br />
Betrayed by my Lust<br />
<br />
(I wish)<br />
<br />
Strength - to be released from my demons<br />
<br />
(I desire)<br />
<br />
Wisdom - to forgive the past<br />
<br />
- to forgive Me</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">By Perttu Kivilaakso </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,<br />
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,<br />
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<br />
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.<br />
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -<br />
Only this, and nothing more.'<br />
<br />
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,<br />
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.<br />
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow<br />
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -<br />
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -<br />
Nameless here for evermore.<br />
<br />
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain<br />
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;<br />
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating<br />
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -<br />
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -<br />
This it is, and nothing more,'<br />
<br />
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,<br />
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;<br />
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,<br />
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,<br />
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -<br />
Darkness there, and nothing more.<br />
<br />
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,<br />
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;<br />
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,<br />
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'<br />
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'<br />
Merely this and nothing more.<br />
<br />
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,<br />
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.<br />
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;<br />
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -<br />
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -<br />
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'<br />
<br />
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,<br />
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.<br />
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;<br />
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -<br />
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -<br />
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.<br />
<br />
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,<br />
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,<br />
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.<br />
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -<br />
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'<br />
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,<br />
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;<br />
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being<br />
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -<br />
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,<br />
With such name as `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,<br />
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.<br />
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -<br />
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -<br />
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'<br />
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,<br />
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,<br />
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster<br />
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -<br />
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore<br />
Of "Never-nevermore."'<br />
<br />
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,<br />
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;<br />
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking<br />
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -<br />
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore<br />
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing<br />
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;<br />
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining<br />
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,<br />
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,<br />
She shall press, ah, nevermore!<br />
<br />
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer<br />
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.<br />
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee<br />
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!<br />
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'<br />
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -<br />
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,<br />
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -<br />
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -<br />
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'<br />
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!<br />
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -<br />
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,<br />
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -<br />
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'<br />
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -<br />
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!<br />
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!<br />
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!<br />
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'<br />
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'<br />
<br />
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting<br />
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;<br />
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,<br />
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;<br />
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor<br />
Shall be lifted - nevermore!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">- Edgar Allan Poe </span></div>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-67290384380695579582010-08-18T22:33:00.000-07:002010-08-18T22:34:46.170-07:00By a Memory<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvXTaCj96T97-k3bA5vs9Gz097GicBdMK5V8mNsZQoRHL3UPmMEr9YFy1aXmkT81hI3phI_rpFky1qiPqEry5OztXHgIVU7uMWHZw94MWAHo3LUb5jaKSBy9Nfo-Q-X_Sb_A5fUswqbqv/s1600/He_loves_me__He_loves_me_not_by_Larkin11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvXTaCj96T97-k3bA5vs9Gz097GicBdMK5V8mNsZQoRHL3UPmMEr9YFy1aXmkT81hI3phI_rpFky1qiPqEry5OztXHgIVU7uMWHZw94MWAHo3LUb5jaKSBy9Nfo-Q-X_Sb_A5fUswqbqv/s320/He_loves_me__He_loves_me_not_by_Larkin11.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">By a Memory<br />
<br />
She hides what she feels <br />
Or is it that she's not feeling anything at all?<br />
Why is she crying?<br />
Hasn't she learned to get up when she falls?<br />
<br />
She says she hasn't cried over something that's left behind<br />
She tells me there's no use in remembering<br />
But now something appeared in her mind<br />
A memory she thought was lost in time.<br />
<br />
She made a barrier to cut out the feelings<br />
And now it appears in my reflection<br />
A thin layer that could break itself so easy<br />
A sweet prayer she thought could be heard by God.<br />
<br />
She can't feel<br />
She feels numb<br />
1440 minutes slip away every single day<br />
Overwhelmed by a memory she succumbs<br />
Beaten, weaken, lost in dismay.<br />
<br />
She cried night after night in her room<br />
She heard something in her mind: "he still means something to you"<br />
She hoped it'd be over soon<br />
A way to fix her heart she couldn't find, a way to pull through.<br />
<br />
She looked around breathlessly in dazed panic<br />
Trying to move on in a way that's so mechanic<br />
She couldn't feel alive anymore<br />
And she forgot what it was life before.<br />
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By Daniela Baltodano and Karina Montero</span></span>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-67253156001685555802010-07-30T19:46:00.000-07:002010-07-30T19:56:00.867-07:00Wish You Were Here...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDfraUU91L3c3bAQ3CwNdEB3SqYzmt80H76prwCSMZCzvNOg1037rqABMf6hnK3ld4jn9YOyS4U-pseNcWx5K3yiePEnLdYjtoolOTZVCKipOYpapZVpAAmjuw1qlVybu0QcdLS6Fq7Eh/s1600/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDfraUU91L3c3bAQ3CwNdEB3SqYzmt80H76prwCSMZCzvNOg1037rqABMf6hnK3ld4jn9YOyS4U-pseNcWx5K3yiePEnLdYjtoolOTZVCKipOYpapZVpAAmjuw1qlVybu0QcdLS6Fq7Eh/s320/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499898476852157682" /></a><br /><br />Wish you were here...<br />Me, oh, my countryman,<br />Wish you were here...<br /><br />I wish you were here...<br />Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,<br />And I miss you like hell,<br />And I'm feeling blue...<br /><br />I've got feelings for you,<br />Do you still feel the same?<br />From the first time I laid my eyes on you,<br />I felt joy of living,<br />I saw heaven in your eyes...<br />In your eyes...<br /><br />Wish you were here,<br />Me, oh, my countryman,<br />Wish you were here...<br /><br />I wish you were here...<br />Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,<br />And I miss you like hell...<br />And I'm feeling blue...<br /><br />I miss your laugh, I miss your smile,<br />I miss everything about you...<br />Every second's like a minute,<br />Every minute's like a day<br />When you're far away...<br /><br />The snow is getting colder, baby,<br />And I wish you were here...<br />A battlefield of love and fear,<br />And I wish you were here...<br /><br />I've got feelings for you,<br />From the first time I laid my eyes on you...<br /><p>your company<br /></p><p></p><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1YW2utTwFk&hl=es_ES&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1YW2utTwFk&hl=es_ES&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-10829723691944227902010-07-29T22:32:00.000-07:002010-10-15T14:15:13.619-07:00Se que en algún lugar de encuentras...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_dKKZUV1-btZf9uSbQX9qBbH23E0HRpLpNwpYUn7MY9ZXpz9kOw3MxKkwN5zDR3CqgVkQDYEV8v3TBHSKfZ42tGnyVrxUgPUjl9MPgPQdisp3k141IRdf0IGr3kkiDW7H6D9GZkDucBQ/s1600/twilight.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499570234386978178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_dKKZUV1-btZf9uSbQX9qBbH23E0HRpLpNwpYUn7MY9ZXpz9kOw3MxKkwN5zDR3CqgVkQDYEV8v3TBHSKfZ42tGnyVrxUgPUjl9MPgPQdisp3k141IRdf0IGr3kkiDW7H6D9GZkDucBQ/s320/twilight.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 247px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Una noche mientras miraba las estrellas<br />
Pude ver una estrella fugaz inmesamente brillante...<br />
Tanto que mi corazón no pudo contener la emoción<br />
Cerre los ojos, pedí un deseo....<br />
Al despertar.... mi deseo tomo forma y te pude sentir cerca de mi.<br />
Tú silueta me acompaña en cada sueño.<br />
No se quién eres, si eres real o solo estás en mis sueños.<br />
Algún día te conoceré, lo sé!<br />
Si no llegára el día, al menos sentí tú presencia en mi corazón.<br />
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By Kary MonteroKariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-37678383478679442542010-07-29T18:57:00.000-07:002010-10-01T20:56:00.928-07:00¿Conoces la relación entre tus dos ojos?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe2RWFhvH-lKnIuPnHIDPfCYaOBHtQ-bLXpKwXnwXH3BwvdBhxF7lTiN539RZhz_v-IgWs1b2x5OfRVq4DNCfm9bd5vAI15yqSzkz3w7GhRqSvGRAFSuekjVf5YW7-ATy7BeNgPoE9j-C/s1600/ojos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499514408567775762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTe2RWFhvH-lKnIuPnHIDPfCYaOBHtQ-bLXpKwXnwXH3BwvdBhxF7lTiN539RZhz_v-IgWs1b2x5OfRVq4DNCfm9bd5vAI15yqSzkz3w7GhRqSvGRAFSuekjVf5YW7-ATy7BeNgPoE9j-C/s320/ojos.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 246px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>¿Conoces la relación entre tus dos ojos?<br />
Ellos parpadean juntos, se mueven juntos, lloran juntos, ven las cosas juntos y duermen juntos. Aunque nunca, puedan verse el uno al otro... el amor debe ser exactamente así! <br />
Es posible que no te vea por meses, ni hable contigo.... pero tienes que saber que no necesito verte para sentir que estas junto a mi. KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-325336044589578592010-07-28T19:02:00.000-07:002010-07-28T19:14:28.986-07:00The Barrier that Surrounds Your Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GzJ8x7BHmxaV4ym6vYZK6r_vkn2PzuUrWH8IHb05CwR0aD1o7W-z5-uHNRuXj5CsgYW94Cp6gUQ2Wc3C8KGgOLvHYXfBze1PlZFpNxqaiRxXElTQrl27m1R46miiR-rZKp6bJEDekLzs/s1600/siono.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GzJ8x7BHmxaV4ym6vYZK6r_vkn2PzuUrWH8IHb05CwR0aD1o7W-z5-uHNRuXj5CsgYW94Cp6gUQ2Wc3C8KGgOLvHYXfBze1PlZFpNxqaiRxXElTQrl27m1R46miiR-rZKp6bJEDekLzs/s320/siono.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499144056983070370" /></a><br />You thought things would be different<br />And you lower your guard after keeping it up for so long<br />You wonder about what it meant<br />And if you're holding on, if you're strong.<br /><br />'Cause you feel like sinking in<br />Tears are coming to your eyes<br />Make an effort and take your own hands<br />Wipe them away and listen to what your heart demands.<br /><br />You want it surrounded by a barrier<br />That could make you inmune to pain<br />Was it surrounded by one?<br />Until it was too late and now you see its remain.<br /><br />Make a new one on your own<br />Now that love doesn't feel right<br />It will keep you safe<br />Through a day, through a night.<br /><br />Does it make any sense?<br />Wanting doors closed and putting up a fence<br />Love makes you hurt and confused<br />And after some time you feel used.<br /><br />Are you afraid?<br />Love is temporary and it'll finally fade<br />Could we be all our lives alone?<br />Walking through places unknown.<br /><br />There's something I can tell<br />The barrier that surrounds your heart<br />Will make you immune to pain<br />It will never break you apart<br /><p>And strong enough it'll be maintained<br /></p><p>By Daniela Baltodano </p>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-46884414453935934892010-07-22T12:37:00.000-07:002010-07-22T12:43:41.175-07:00Carta a la Amada Inmortal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijesGFP2Aiag_SZYaGmCyYAtk7tKQmmEXt-TWTuG2gLLCvXde_2sxhPc5BLHU6ARgRmvQO-x6z-QCHi1-wXS53jedLW8UE-tMsWz4xq0kvC6dpwyLDu24sMKMLhuM54ns2zeWNaL1YJSUZ/s1600/inmortal+beloved.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijesGFP2Aiag_SZYaGmCyYAtk7tKQmmEXt-TWTuG2gLLCvXde_2sxhPc5BLHU6ARgRmvQO-x6z-QCHi1-wXS53jedLW8UE-tMsWz4xq0kvC6dpwyLDu24sMKMLhuM54ns2zeWNaL1YJSUZ/s320/inmortal+beloved.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496818094157011794" /></a><br /> <p style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Mi ángel, mi todo, mi yo... ¿Por qué esa profunda pesadumbre cuando es la necesidad quien habla? ¿Puede consistir nuestro amor en otra cosa que en sacrificios, en exigencias de todo y nada? ¿Puedes cambiar el hecho de que tú no seas enteramente mía y yo enteramente tuyo? ¡Ay Dios! Contempla la hermosa naturaleza y tranquiliza tu ánimo en presencia de lo inevitable. El amor exige todo y con pleno derecho: a mí para contigo y a ti para conmigo. Sólo que olvidas tan fácilmente que yo tengo que vivir para mí y para ti. Si estuviéramos completamente unidos ni tú ni yo hubiéramos sentido lo doloroso. Mi viaje fue horrible...</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><p style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Alégrate, sé mi más fiel y único tesoro, mi todo como yo para ti. Lo demás que tenga que ocurrir y deba ocurrir con nosotros, los dioses habrán de enviarlo...</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><p style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Tarde del lunes... Tú sufres. ¡Ay! donde yo estoy, también allí estás tú conmigo. Conmigo y contigo haré yo que pueda vivir a tu lado. ¡¡¡Qué vida!!! ¡¡¡Así!!! Sin ti... perseguido por la bondad de algunas personas, que no quiero recibir porque no la merezco. Me duele la humildad del hombre hacia el hombre. Y cuando me considero en conexión con el Universo, ¿qué soy yo y qué es aquél a quien llaman el más grande? Y sin embargo... ahí aparece de nuevo lo divino del hombre. Lloro al pensar que probablemente no recibirás mi primera noticia antes del sábado. Tanto como tú me amas ¡mucho más te amo yo a ti!... ¡Buenas noches! En mi calidad de bañista, debo irme a dormir. ¡Ay, Dios! ¡Tan cerca! ¡Tan lejos! ¿No es nuestro amor una verdadera morada del cielo? ¡Y tan firme como las murallas del cielo!</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><p style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Buenos días, siete de julio. Todavía en la cama se agolpan mis pensamientos acerca de ti, mi amada inmortal; tan pronto jubilosos como tristes, esperando a ver si el destino quiere oírnos. vivir sólo me es posible, o enteramente contigo, o por completo sin ti. Sí, he resuelto vagar a lo lejos hasta que pueda volar a tus brazos y sentirme en un hogar que sea nuestro, pudiendo enviar mi alma al reino de los espíritus envuelta en ti. Sí, es necesario. Tú estaras de acuerdo conmigo, tanto más conociendo mi fidelidad hacia ti, y que nunca ninguna otra poseerá mi corazón; nunca, nunca...</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><p style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"¡Oh, Dios mío! ¿Por qué habrá que estar separados, cuando se ama así? Mi vida, lo mismo aquí que en Viena, está llena de cuitas. Tu amor me ha hecho al mismo tiempo el ser más feliz y el más desgraciado. A mis años, necesitaría ya alguna uniformidad, alguna normalidad en mi vida. ¿Puede haberla con nuestras relaciones?... ángel, acabo de saber que el correo sale todos los días. Y eso me hace pensar que recibirás la carta en seguida.</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><p style="text-align:justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Está tranquila. Tan sólo contemplando con tranquilidad nuestra vida alcanzaremos nuestra meta de vivir juntos. Está tranquila, quiéreme. Hoy y ayer ¡cuánto anhelo y cuántas lágrimas pensando en ti... en ti... en ti, mi vida... mi todo! Adiós... ¡quiéreme siempre! No desconfíes jamás del fiel corazón de tu enamorado Ludwig. Eternamente tuyo, enternamente mía, eternamente nuestros."</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></p>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-55499183658539489542010-07-20T21:47:00.000-07:002010-07-20T21:53:49.632-07:00No volveré a ser joven<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_o2XEkyxIEBcVbj5areiSZks9n-k7WoLBuRzcRi5RpisHYpTwQ9pbOy4rR_rj_UuQBLewbR4GJ6ijDJwoqgvz8a6E3SwggBJSyP3pZ8XpbAsDqe6BLMut-4sskk76_5VMxAmxro_n9-4/s1600/teatro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_o2XEkyxIEBcVbj5areiSZks9n-k7WoLBuRzcRi5RpisHYpTwQ9pbOy4rR_rj_UuQBLewbR4GJ6ijDJwoqgvz8a6E3SwggBJSyP3pZ8XpbAsDqe6BLMut-4sskk76_5VMxAmxro_n9-4/s320/teatro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496217959321369170" /></a><br />No volveré a ser joven<br /><br />Que la vida iba en serio<br />uno lo empieza a comprender más tarde<br />-como todos los jóvenes, yo vine<br />a llevarme la vida por delante.<br /><br />Dejar huella quería<br />y marcharme entre aplausos<br />-envejecer, morir, eran tan sólo<br />las dimensiones del teatro.<br /><br />Pero ha pasado el tiempo<br />y la verdad desagradable asoma:<br />envejecer, morir,<br /><p>es el único argumento de la obra.</p><p>- Gil de Biedma</p>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-36459212177869303502010-06-09T10:39:00.000-07:002010-06-09T10:48:44.708-07:00Apocalyptica - End Of Me feat. Gavin Rossdale<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ybegyRrsSwtCZ9ABX5R4PT-mKZASBOkQSnBp6pewSKQFrhzTTMYxqUxagiqoUhcMqe-6fyEN3iRvJ7JCJzf-00d-b3GzrKBN8pvC8xmx3UxgfTjPCEMQgABW5zR6muCmkKQ_MiGXGNg7/s1600/30569_392794184470_96557069470_4187601_7994607_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ybegyRrsSwtCZ9ABX5R4PT-mKZASBOkQSnBp6pewSKQFrhzTTMYxqUxagiqoUhcMqe-6fyEN3iRvJ7JCJzf-00d-b3GzrKBN8pvC8xmx3UxgfTjPCEMQgABW5zR6muCmkKQ_MiGXGNg7/s320/30569_392794184470_96557069470_4187601_7994607_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480832270589950258" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Rosaries<br /></span></p><span style="font-family:georgia;">Left under the mattress all those<br />Memories<br />Who could bear the witness? <br />As you slip into oblivion<br />Use it like a weapon<br /><br />And I'm left to bleed,<br />Waiting for the moment when you've had your fun<br />A loaded gun<br /><br />Take away your broken misery<br />I can't always erase your memory<br />This Love<br />This Love<br />Is gonna to be the end of me<br /><br />Everything I gave is wasted<br />I'm the one whose suffocated<br />This Love<br />This Love<br />Is gonna to be the end of<br /><br />Can't resist<br />Poisoning the message just a<br />Narcissist<br />Trapped inside the wreckage<br />And the sympathy I had is gone<br />Dead in by the ceremony<br /><br />Drama queen<br />Stand behind your rampart<br />As your kingdom falls<br />All because<br /><br />Take away your broken misery<br />I can't always erase your memory<br />This Love<br />This Love<br />Is gonna to be the end of me<br /><br />Everything I gave is wasted<br />I'm the one whose suffocated<br />This Love<br />This Love<br />Is gonna to be the end of me<br /><br />Your rescue<br />My undo<br />I'm not the one to save you<br />I'm empty<br />Completely<br />I'm drowning in your shadow<br /><br />Take away your broken misery<br />I can't always erase your memory<br />This Love<br />This Love<br />Is gonna to be the end of me<br /><br />Everything I gave is wasted<br />I'm the one whose suffocating<br />This Love<br />This Love<br />Is gonna to be the end of me<br /><br />I can't chase away your ghost<br />Inside it only grows<br />Nothing left but misery<br />This will be the end of me<br /><br />All the shit that you created<br />All the scars you celebrated<br />Couldn't take away your pain<br />Couldn't resurrect your name<br /><br />This love will be the end of me<br /></span><p><span style="font-family:georgia;">This love will be the end</span></p><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PdbJEyMkkr4&hl=es_ES&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-30012722137682107742010-05-13T21:45:00.000-07:002011-09-03T19:20:41.899-07:00Mega Experiencia<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Llore como nena despues de que los conoci! se lo juro es inexplicable describir lo que senti! fue una "Mega Felicidad" aqui mis dialogos:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Dave Mustaine: Hi</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: Hi Dave, God bless you Dave</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Dave Mustaine: Thank you, so you *con unos ojos de lobo* (baba)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Dave: which color silver or black? does it matter if the guitar is white?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: No no... choose any color... :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Dave: ok (firma plateado)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: Thank you Dave you rock! :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Dave: Thanks</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Chris Broderick: Hi</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: Hi Chris, sign here in your beautiful picture</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Chris broderick: woow me?? thanks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: God bless you Chris you rock</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Chris Broderick: Thank you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">David: Hi, how are you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: I'm pretty exciting!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">David: wooow awesome!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: You rock David!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">David: thank you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Shawn: Hello</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina: sign here</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Shawn: ok</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Shawn: God bless you! keep on rocking!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Shawn: Thank you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Karina le dice a todos: you guys rock! keep on rocking! luego se fueron y empeze a llorar como chiquita de 5 años! T_T</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">A tout le monde!! me llego al corazón!!!</span> </div></div><br />
<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuYVIGEdDMo&hl=es_ES&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuYVIGEdDMo&hl=es_ES&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816494755219978870.post-29462180367002870582010-04-26T22:05:00.000-07:002010-04-26T22:18:31.577-07:00Vincent Malloy Tim Burton's poem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCzy3pYbCOuWjtEPeL_Ovd3xzKwOVDu5udcytlS1z3N2ymR9SlMLHkJJwqIy5Lkgxwk7rokPyKEPlF2S8LIwrihuShHPvZ5omsk0n9RAvq_1fwbG6UgUWPzbW6JP50b7y9e2j2d1g8h8v/s1600/New_Vincent_Malloy_by_Radiolarian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCzy3pYbCOuWjtEPeL_Ovd3xzKwOVDu5udcytlS1z3N2ymR9SlMLHkJJwqIy5Lkgxwk7rokPyKEPlF2S8LIwrihuShHPvZ5omsk0n9RAvq_1fwbG6UgUWPzbW6JP50b7y9e2j2d1g8h8v/s320/New_Vincent_Malloy_by_Radiolarian.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464681476442027394" /></a><br />Vincent Malloy is seven years old<br />He’s always polite and does what he’s told<br />For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice<br />But he wants to be just like Vincent Price<br /><br />He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats<br />Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats<br />There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented<br />And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented<br /><br />Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him<br />But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum<br /><br />He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie<br />In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie<br />So he and his horrible zombie dog<br />Could go searching for victims in the London fog<br /><br />His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes<br />He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times<br />While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!<br />Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe<br /><br />One night, while reading a gruesome tale<br />He read a passage that made him turn pale<br /><br />Such horrible news he could not survive<br />For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!<br />He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead<br />Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed<br /><br />His mother sent Vincent off to his room<br />He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom<br />Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life<br />Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife<br /><br />While alone and insane encased in his tomb<br />Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room<br />She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play<br />It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”<br /><br />Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak<br />The years of isolation had made him quite weak<br />So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:<br />“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”<br />His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead<br />These games that you play are all in your head<br />You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy<br />You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy<br />You’re seven years old and you are my son<br />I want you to get outside and have some real fun.<br /><br />”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall<br />And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall<br />The room started to swell, to shiver and creak<br />His horrid insanity had reached its peak<br /><br />He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave<br />And heard his wife call from beyond the grave<br />She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands<br />While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands<br /><br />Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams<br />Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!<br />To escape the madness, he reached for the door<br />But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor<br /><br />His voice was soft and very slow<br />As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:<br /><br />“and my soul from out that shadow<br />that lies floating on the floor<br />shall be lifted?<br /><p>Nevermore…”<br /></p><p></p><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eb8zw63G9KY&hl=es_ES&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eb8zw63G9KY&hl=es_ES&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>KariLuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04327756564197490642noreply@blogger.com0