domingo, 12 de mayo de 2013

"El último aliento de Lucía"



"El último aliento de Lucía" 

Lucía, llegaste una tarde a mi vida
llenando mi alma de alegría
me diste la dulzura de un cariño bueno.
Dejaste tu perfume suave y delicado
Lucía, muy dentro de mí.

Quisiste mi pequeña e inocente florecita,
llenarme de ternura, oh mi Lucía, ese es tu nombre
el que yo quería formado con colores de mi cielo
incandescentes como, como tú, mi vida

Un día, mi pequeña muñequita, mi Lucía
en su corazón ya no había vida,
y decía: "No quiero, no quiero así marcharme"
y en un dolor profundo me llamaste.

Lucía, este es tú día. Sí, tú despedida
y con acordes de guitarra te dormiste.
Mirabas tú último día muy sonriente,
y te me fuiste, mi Lucía, al firmamento.

Ahora ya en el cielo, mi pequeña, eres bella,
te convertiste en una linda estrella.
Yo sé que duermes, y no regresas porque
quedaste atrapada en tu sonrisa.

De nuevo la guitarra, te hace acordes
te acompaña con la bella melodía
de una manos que crearon esa música,
solo para ti Lucía en el último aliento de tu vida.

¿Lucía por qué no regresas si yo te espero?
Hay un vacío en mi pobre vida,
que sólo llena con la música que cantas en el cielo.
Es la misma melodía, mi Lucía, que te atrapó aquel día muy sonriente.

Un día estaremos danzando allá en firmamento,
y cantaremos juntas aquellas bellas notas, de la
guitarra que te despedía en el último aliento de tu vida,
te amo, mi pequeño pedacito, fruto de un acorde de amor y melodías.

Eres hoy, un ángel de música y poesía,
belleza pura que trasciende del dolor a la dulzura.
Que te dormiste y ya no regresaste y
acá solo dejaste perlas de lágrimas y preguntas del ayer.

De nuevo la guitarra, vibra sus cuerdas y aquellas manos
danzan con la bella melodía, que fueron hechas para tí,
sólo para tí, mi pequeña Lucía.


~Kharina Montero

domingo, 6 de enero de 2013

Somewhere Around Memories



No words I write can ever say
How much I miss you every day
Time goes by the loneliness grows
How I miss you nobody knows
I think of you in silence
I often speak your name
And sometimes tell people 
how much you mean to me
But all I have are memories
And photos in my wall
No one knows my sorrow
No one sees me pain
But the love I have for you
Is in my heart to keep
I've never stopped loving you
I'm sure I never will
Deep inside my heart
You are with me still
I need you and I miss you so
The things we feel so deeply
Are often the hardest to say
But I just can't keep quiet any more
So I'll tell you anyway
There is a place in my heart
That no one else can fill
I love you so, Dad
And I always will

domingo, 13 de mayo de 2012

“Your dad passed away last night.” last words... Psalm 1


“Your dad passed away last night.” last words... Psalm 1
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. 
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.”
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... 
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...

miércoles, 8 de febrero de 2012

Perdidas por Jorge Bucay


Es cierto el ser humano está preparado para sobrevivir a las perdidas de hecho nos pasamos media vida caminando por el sendero de las perdidas, materiales, amistad, ruptura de pareja y lo peor la muerte de nuestros seres queridos. Sabemos que esto es un hecho real, seguro e invariable pero nos empeñamos en mirar hacia otro lado y nos decimos durante toda nuestra vida que no soportaremos nada de estas pérdidas. No nos preparamos psicológicamente, no lo aceptamos, lo suprimimos de nuestra vida .Otras veces de tanto miedo que tenemos intentamos controlar los posibles peligros reales o irracionales con un desgaste emocional considerable y sin que sirva para nada más que crearnos ansiedad. 
- JORGE BUCAY




jueves, 24 de noviembre de 2011

Farewell by Apocalyptica (My theme song)

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...


jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011

Mi héroe, mi mejor amigo, mi papito





Esos tus cabellos blancos, bonitos

ese hablar cansado, profundo

que me lee todo lo escrito

y me enseña tanto del mundo.


Esos pasos lentos que ahora

caminando siempre conmigo,

ya corrieron tanto en la vida

mi héroe, mi mejor amigo, mi papito


Esa vida llena de historias

y de arrugas marcadas por el viento,

recuerdos de antiguas victorias

son lágrimas lloradas al viento.


Tu voz dulce y serena me calma,

y me ofrece refugio y abrigo,

va calando dentro de mi alma,

mi querido papito


Tu pasado vive presente

en las experiencias sentidas,

y en tu corazón consciente

de las cosas bellas de la vida.


Tu sonrisa franca me anima

tu consejo sabio me cría

abro el corazón y te digo

mi querido papito


Yo, te he dicho casi todo,

y casi todo es poco,

frente a lo que yo siento.


Mirando tus cabellos

tan bonitos

abro el corazón

mi querido héroe


Mirando tu rostro en paz

te digo

Mi querido papito

Te amo y te amaré

hasta que nos volvamos a

mirar en la eternidad.


Gracias don Daniel! Papi por ser mi héroe de leyenda! te amo!

jueves, 25 de agosto de 2011

Gladiator: Life is a succession of battles


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.

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
backs happen more frequently than we would like.

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.

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.



martes, 2 de agosto de 2011

Aprendí sobre la música...


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.








lunes, 7 de marzo de 2011

El elefante encadenado


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.

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.

El misterio es evidente:
¿Qué lo mantiene entonces?

¿Por qué no huye?

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.

Hice entonces la pregunta obvia:

- Si esta amaestrado, ¿por que lo encadenan?

No recuerdo haber recibido ninguna respuesta coherente.

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.

Hace algunos años descubrí que por suerte para mi alguien había sido lo bastante sabio como para encontrar la respuesta:

El elefante del circo no escapa porque ha estado atado a una estaca parecida desde que era muy, muy pequeño.

Cerré los ojos y me imaginé al pequeño recién nacido sujeto a la estaca.

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.

La estaca era ciertamente muy fuerte para él.

Juraría que se durmió agotado y que al día siguiente volvió a probar, y también al otro y al que le seguía...

Hasta que un día, un terrible día para su historia, el animal acepto su impotencia y se resignó a su destino.

Este elefante enorme y poderoso, que vemos en el circo, no escapa porque cree - pobre- que NO PUEDE.

El tiene registro y recuerdo de su impotencia, de aquella impotencia que sintió poco después de nacer.

Y lo peor es que jamás se ha vuelto a cuestionar seriamente ese registro.

Jamás... jamás... intentó poner a prueba su fuerza otra vez...

 

domingo, 30 de enero de 2011

Timeless

The winter has come to stay
It makes me think about it
What I've been going thro
Never the last in my path 
  

What does it matter what I dream? 
What does the time want for me? 
For all the bad experiences in my life  
Time, Please! Don't let them take more of my journey.
You must know what matters to me.
  
If I have any reason to start over again.
Tell me, Where do I draw my best line
If I have to choose another desire
I won't forget my loved ones
because they won't forget 
how much they loved me.

- Kharina Montero 

martes, 25 de enero de 2011

Dejar ir, soltarse, desprenderse...


Siempre es preciso saber cuándo se acaba una etapa de la vida.

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

¿Terminó con su trabajo?, ¿Se acabó la relación?, ¿Ya no vive más en esa casa?, ¿Debe irse de viaje?, ¿La amistad se acabó?

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.

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

Vida y seguir adelante.

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.

No podemos ser niños eternos, ni adolescentes tardíos, ni empleados de empresas inexistentes, ni tener vínculos con quien no quiere estar vinculado a nosotros.

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

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, hay que vivir con sólo lo que tenemos en el presente!. El pasado ya pasó.

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.

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.

Noviazgos o amistades que no clausuran, posibilidades de “regresar” (a qué?), necesidad de aclaraciones, palabras que no se dijeron, silencios que lo invadieron

¡Si puede enfrentarlos ya y ahora, hágalo!, si no, déjelo ir, cierre capítulos. Dígase a usted mismo que no, que no vuelve.

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.

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.

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.

¡Esa es la vida!

 
 Las Etapas (Paolo Coelho)

lunes, 24 de enero de 2011

Unreachable



I can be a sun in your darkness
Be the shoulder you can cry on
Hold your hand in the stillness
Be the strength you need to move on.

I know nothing can bring you down, honey
Though life's complicated and you get to be mistreated
I can give you a day that's sunny
If you get yourself up, even if you've just been defeated.


I know nothing is going to bring you down, sweetie
He's not worth these tears coming down your face
He's not worth any feeling of yours at all
And with time, what he's meant for you will be erased.

It's time to turn the page, pretty
Go through life without expecting anything at all
And you won't get so dissapointed
It'll be easier to get up everytime you fall.


I can be the one who's always right beside you
He's too uncapable to see what he's losing
You're so much more than good enough
It's his own heart he's blindly bruising.

Don't hide your heart away, dear
You have so much to give
Dry away that lonely tear
You have your whole life to live.

By Daniela Baltodano 

I will let me memory heal. I'll remember you with me on that field


Poets Of The Fall - War

Do you remember standing on a broken field
White crippled wings beating the sky
The harbingers of war with their nature revealed
And our chances flowing by

If I can let the memory heal 
I will remember you with me on that field

When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline
When I thought that I fought without a cause
You gave me a reason to try

Turn the page I need to see something new
For now my innocence is torn
We cannot linger on this stunted view
Like rabid dogs of war

I will let me memory heal
I'll remember you with me on that field

When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline
And we fought to believe the impossible

When I thought that I fought this war alone
We were one with our destinies entwined
When I thought that we fought without a cause
You gave me the reason why

With no one wearing their real face
It's a without of emotion
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall

When the love in letters fade
It's like moving in slow motion
And we're already too late if we arrive at all

And then we're caught un in the arms race
And involuntary addiction
And we're shedding every value our mothers taught

So will you please show me your real face
Draw the line in the horizon
Cos I only need you name to call the reasons why
I fought

When I thought that I fought this war alone...


domingo, 19 de diciembre de 2010

Betrayal / Forgiveness (song and poem by Perttu Kivilaakso)


All that I ever wanted

- to understand my nightmares

Possessed by my fears

Betrayed by my Pride

Alone I wandered in the deepest Dark

Seeking comfort from the vanity

Each time I escape the Real

My soul died, died a bit more

Confronting the evil within

Praying for my angel to appear

Agonized whisper into the emptiness

Begging for salvation - salvation for this cursed mind

Words without meaning

Touch without feeling

- I did not recognize my own face...

Eyes that were once shining

- now extinguished

Left only a silent cold

Sound of a tear falling down

In the desperate hour of loneliness

This shattered heart reaching

For it's relief - the relief it can not find

Glance without affection

Kiss without sensitivity

Promise without comprehension

Love without hope

-I do not remember my own tale...

Betrayed by my Anger

Betrayed by my Beliefs

Betrayed by my Delusions

Betrayed by my Lust

(I wish)

Strength - to be released from my demons

(I desire)

Wisdom - to forgive the past

- to forgive Me


By Perttu Kivilaakso 



jueves, 16 de diciembre de 2010

Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore'


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


- Edgar Allan Poe 

miércoles, 18 de agosto de 2010

By a Memory


By a Memory

She hides what she feels
Or is it that she's not feeling anything at all?
Why is she crying?
Hasn't she learned to get up when she falls?

She says she hasn't cried over something that's left behind
She tells me there's no use in remembering
But now something appeared in her mind
A memory she thought was lost in time.

She made a barrier to cut out the feelings
And now it appears in my reflection
A thin layer that could break itself so easy
A sweet prayer she thought could be heard by God.

She can't feel
She feels numb
1440 minutes slip away every single day
Overwhelmed by a memory she succumbs
Beaten, weaken, lost in dismay.

She cried night after night in her room
She heard something in her mind: "he still means something to you"
She hoped it'd be over soon
A way to fix her heart she couldn't find, a way to pull through.

She looked around breathlessly in dazed panic
Trying to move on in a way that's so mechanic
She couldn't feel alive anymore
And she forgot what it was life before.


By Daniela Baltodano and Karina Montero

viernes, 30 de julio de 2010

Wish You Were Here...



Wish you were here...
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here...

I wish you were here...
Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,
And I miss you like hell,
And I'm feeling blue...

I've got feelings for you,
Do you still feel the same?
From the first time I laid my eyes on you,
I felt joy of living,
I saw heaven in your eyes...
In your eyes...

Wish you were here,
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here...

I wish you were here...
Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,
And I miss you like hell...
And I'm feeling blue...

I miss your laugh, I miss your smile,
I miss everything about you...
Every second's like a minute,
Every minute's like a day
When you're far away...

The snow is getting colder, baby,
And I wish you were here...
A battlefield of love and fear,
And I wish you were here...

I've got feelings for you,
From the first time I laid my eyes on you...

your company


jueves, 29 de julio de 2010

Se que en algún lugar de encuentras...


Una noche mientras miraba las estrellas
Pude ver una estrella fugaz inmesamente brillante...
Tanto que mi corazón no pudo contener la emoción
Cerre los ojos, pedí un deseo....
Al despertar.... mi deseo tomo forma y te pude sentir cerca de mi.
Tú silueta me acompaña en cada sueño.
No se quién eres, si eres real o solo estás en mis sueños.
Algún día te conoceré, lo sé!
Si no llegára el día, al menos sentí tú presencia en mi corazón.

By Kary Montero

¿Conoces la relación entre tus dos ojos?

¿Conoces la relación entre tus dos ojos?
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!
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. 

miércoles, 28 de julio de 2010

The Barrier that Surrounds Your Heart


You thought things would be different
And you lower your guard after keeping it up for so long
You wonder about what it meant
And if you're holding on, if you're strong.

'Cause you feel like sinking in
Tears are coming to your eyes
Make an effort and take your own hands
Wipe them away and listen to what your heart demands.

You want it surrounded by a barrier
That could make you inmune to pain
Was it surrounded by one?
Until it was too late and now you see its remain.

Make a new one on your own
Now that love doesn't feel right
It will keep you safe
Through a day, through a night.

Does it make any sense?
Wanting doors closed and putting up a fence
Love makes you hurt and confused
And after some time you feel used.

Are you afraid?
Love is temporary and it'll finally fade
Could we be all our lives alone?
Walking through places unknown.

There's something I can tell
The barrier that surrounds your heart
Will make you immune to pain
It will never break you apart

And strong enough it'll be maintained

By Daniela Baltodano