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Pictures and Words
He was so young, Lord...
How often we forget to stop, to breathe and
to see the beautiful world you´ve created, God.
How often we buy the cheaper lie the world offers:
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow"
You ARE young... you don´t need to be in peace with God,
that is for old and dying men...
Who do you think you are as to take life
If only you had known him, then you
would be amazed of his life.
He taught us how to laugh in difficult times,
he showed us how to sing "Alele quitatonga"
he played with us, he prayed for us
He cheered up our childhood and youth...
But what we admire of him the most
is how he served the Lord,
how his heart was dedicated to Him
how much faith he had...
He taught us a lot of things while he was alive,
how to be a good friend, brother and son
but he is teaching us something more beautiful
now that he is gone:
That no matter how young you are, God must be
the Lord of your life
and accpeting the precious gift of salvation
through accepting Jesus Christ´s sacrifice
make you live the best life you could ever had
not only here on Earth, but also there
in the eternal life he´s enjoying next to God...
somewhere we will see him when our time has come.
For our dearest friend Abraham Montiel
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Im doing all I know to do... but I leave him in your hands.
Sometimes I fear I won´t have the words to say when he needs me...
so I pray for your wisdom oh, Lord and for a heart that's sincere.
Lord I leave my friend in your hands... he´s my best friend in the
But I know he means much more to you than what he means to me
and I know you can take care of him better than me.
Thank you for letting me know him, for being his confident and for the many, many things I´ve learnt about me, about life but specially about you through him.
Bless him, please Lord, bless him his whole life too.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
This post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 30 Poem Post.
Thank you Jingle, you´re awesome.
As for Week 31, I nominate Liliana for the Perfect Poet Award.
Why do you need for me to give extensive answers?
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
"But, how do you know?" she asks me.
"Because I do!" I answer.
"But... it just cannot convince me, you know?"
"Because I am afraid." Her voice sounds so like a child, so tiny and full of fear.
"But it will be just fine. Trust me." I answer.
"I do, but... what if I am only being a fool! I would die if he doesn´t answer!"
"Come on, just do it." I say
Then she press the "Send" button... and the e-mail with the line "I love you, I am sorry." is sent to him. The love of her life.
And because I am her sister and because I love her, I encourage her to get him back.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I ended up here because I had nowhere better to go.
I ended up here because there is nothing like going back to your childhood when life treats you wrong.
But... if you think it twice, kids are much cruel than adults.
How much we underestimate the big and overwhealming effort it takes a kid to survive!
So, I ended up here because it ended just like I never expected it to end.
Now I look at my hands all covered with mud and I can´t help but smile when I stare at the mud castle I just helped my daughter to build.
I stand up and take her tiny muddy hand.
As we walk she asks me "Mom, who made the mud?"
"The rain when it touched the earth, darling."
"And who made the earth?"
She stays in silence and then asks me "And the air? God made the air mom?"
Her innocent and yet so wise question makes me stop.
There´s a soft breeze hitting my face.
I can feel it. It surprises me that it´s been a long since I felt the breeze in my skin. I guess I just didn´t pay enough attention.
Suddenly a drizzle starts falling softly over my daughter´s pretty face.
She´s looking up to the sky "Mommy, is the sun made of fire?"
I smile because I had forgotten how simple and yet so beautiful and complex this world is: fire, earth, water and air...
My shoes are all covered with mud too, but right now I do not care about anything else, after all, life is not that bad...
I answer to my child: "Yes honey, God made the air and the sun is made of fire".
Taking part in Monday Potluck
Friday, October 1, 2010
I am seventeen.
We are unexpected and rare friends, aren´t we?
And we share a lot of things
day by day and year by year.
Sometimes Im amazed of how much you make me laugh
and how easily I forget I was mad.
And as children we play, and as children we laugh,
like there was nothing we couldn´t figure out.
God gave us a friend to trust in,
someone to help us follow Him,
someone to pray with,
someone to learn with.
And we´re a strange combination of adult and child
we are so young but with our feet on the ground
full of colors, gifts and bounds
and so many other things yet to find.
This friendship is special and so neat
because between us is God and no other thing
I´ve become your confident as you are to me
all during this months, this time, this year.
And I´m very proud of you because you keep God in your heart
and that is exactly what we must all look up at
You are an example, a friend, a smile
a very, very fine young life.
I forget my age more often than what you do
you´ve seen me mad, sick and happy too.
I´m way much more impulsive than you
and you always shoot high at the moon.
You´re precise, observer and kind
while I´m absent-minded and not very exact.
I guess that´s why we always laugh and laugh
because there are so many things to talk about.
To us God shows his mercy, love and care
when he gives us friends that help us bear
this world, this town and life itself
People like you, my dearest of friends.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Seven years have gone.
Almost a decade, you know.
Nothing left to feel or say,
nothing left inside my head.
Every night I look outside
my teardrops fall over the grass,
because this night you won´t return,
tomorrow you´d still be gone.
Dreams and illusions are gone,
watch the grass grow old.
Because nothing else we can share
but the moon above our heads.
Taking part in One stop Poetry
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Original post in Words and pictures. Please comment there! so you can see the awesome photograph!
He felt like going out to breathe fresh air,
or maybe to capture with his camera
the beauty of the day.
He entered to the garden, and then he saw it
a beautiful rosebush smiling
right in front of him.
He could not help but to think of her,
"How I love roses!"
She once said.
And he wished he could cut a rose or two
Give it to her and say
"This was meant to be for you".
But as he knew he could not give it that day
neither tomorrow or the day after that,
he took a picture... and gave it to her.
She was surprised of the young man,
because she recieved a gift like this
for the first time in her life.
Most people give chocolates, but to herself she explained
what he was trying to say
"For the right time I will wait".
He knew she was smiling thou he could not see her
because "How I love roses!"
she once said.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
We are sitting at this table, the perfectly white cloth is laughing at both of us...
You cannot look at me for more than two seconds at a time, as if my face makes you recall our ethereal past.
I stare at you, then I stare at my food: nothing I had not eaten before.
But when I look up I see your blue eyes staring at me... is it my imagination or are they more bluish than what they used to be?
You know Im fragile, you know your eyes cause me fear. I was never able to bear them.
So why don´t you stop looking at me?
It is quite funny that we ended up here: sitting at the same table, eating at the same restaurant and working for the same company.
So I must gather some inner strenght to look at you before you finally see me trhough.
Eyes never lie, and yours still ask me why.
Why? Because I could, because I can, because I did.
I was never too clever, but today my head seems to be in the right place, that is why I look at you for the last time, I sigh and then I stand up.
But when Im right at your side you wrap your hand in my arm.
I stay quiet and still. Should I dare to move?
Slowly your hand goes down until it reaches my hand.
I know words were never my fortress and I know this time I won´t need to tell you anything, because you´re about to find out why I cannot stay any longer.
So when your fingers get intertwine with mine you feel something cold in my finger.
You seem surprised, yes, it is a ring.
I am getting married to someone who isn´t you, someone who could never be you.
But I do not need to say it, because I know you´re way much clever than me.
As I expected but contrary to who you are, you let go my hand, then you drive your glass to your lips and take the final sip.
Your glass is empty now, three years have gone and you´ve got nothing left to say.
I walk away.
Taking part in Thursday Poets Rally, Week 29
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Submerged voluntarily into a deep sea of confusion,
having nothing left but a narrow way out.
Holding my breath as I fight to death with my memory;
Useless memoirs... I can´t remember when it happened,
and I can´t structure any lame excuse to explain the "why".
I agreed to say it was not planned, that it simply happened and I believed it.
But indeed I had thought of the possibility, of the minimum effort it would take me to get us to the exact moment of anxiety revealed.
I smelled it from miles away, the danger was there since the very beginning: passionate personalities, time words and music, lethal dose.
I tasted it, I could enjoy its flavor burning in my lips, and yet I took possesion of the time, filled the environment with sweet feminin scent, dazzled my victim with innocent looks and moldeated my words in my hands to make them sound how they were supposed to sound.
My head high, it was my moment, my chance to prove myself something I´ve always known.
I am not guilty to the eyes of the world, confession would come too late...
I made my point, I made my move, I played somebody else´s game under my rules not by cheating, just by having the winning hand since the very start.
Would it be too much taking the whole credit if I say I manipulated every little detail?
Would it be too much considering myself as an artist if I describe the beautiful scene I stole from a song? I improved it, I created a movie scene.
I fell too, wheter I like to admit it or not.
Controled myself by loyaly following the script my well trained mind wrote.
So maybe after all the move was not completely mine, I may have left some spaces uncovered... or maybe I knew I´d love to let myself get lost into the moment.
I had prepared the stage, the lights were on, the script was memorized... I deserved to enjoy the play.
My job was done and it was fair enough to take my prize home.
The decisive moment arrived... staring, staring, staring.
Proximity felt different than what I expected.
Shivers were not agressive this time, they did not creep upon my skin, they climbed to my spirit, my soul.
It was a walk on the clouds, a blue landscape, a soft lullaby, a non burning sun, a non ticking clock, a water embrace.
Fullness ran through our veins.
We tried to take it out of our system only by taking more of it with every breathe.
By recieving an unexpected sensation, the script and everything else turned useless and less formal than what the moment required.
I closed my eyes and let myself follow my senses, no rules, just pureness.
Pureness, no evil thoughts, just tenderness.
Souls spoke, a higher level our brains couldn´t understand.
A symphony with unreachable notes and colors.
Just what it was: an instant.
The song was over, no more notes to perform.
The curtain was down, the characters became real, the script was burnt, my argument was proved, the main part was shared...
but the theatre was empty.
No one to witness my glorious victory, no one to testify my tender defeat... the secret our to keep.
Submitted to One Stop Poetry
Monday, September 20, 2010
Original Post in Pictures and Words
I still can´t believe we are here.
Night crawled up to the sky, but still the lights thru the window remind me that we are still in this world, in this city... but together.
You are sleeping now that this bus is quiet.
To be honest, I can´t sleep... I mean, how could I sleep when I am still so overwhelmed because of all the things we said, of how much we grew together during this trip and how good it feels just to be sitting here next to you?
You are sleeping, but still you´re holding my hand.
Don´t let me go...
I look outside the window, a lot of cars, a lot of lights... a lot of lives out there. Lives we don´t know, lives that do not know ours, and I smile.
I hope they could know how much you mean to me, I hope they could see how beautiful this moment is.
And I hope you know it because, after all, it is all about you... it is possible because we are here together, because you are next to me.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Our moon shines like it did 200 years ago and the sun keeps on singing its unheard melody.
The sky may be darker, that is for sure, but it is still in the same place where it has always been: above our heads.
The birds still sing and the dogs still bark.
Yet, us, the powerful human race, the almighty form of life, believe ourselves to be so important, so relevant when, in reality, we could simply disappear and the world would still exist.
We are not that necessary... Are we?
Ages of wars and centuries have seen us fighting for freedom, fighting for liberty and killing each other.
Men who rule each nation sending people to fight useless wars, a lot of lives lost just so those men can gain power or territory.
They send them to fight in the name of the nation... if they are so brave, why don´t they go themselves and fight like in old days?
That, was called honor, that was worthy of admiration.
What if you die? Who cares? There are a lot of people out there who could do your job as bad as you do.
Fight your own battles almighty gentleman; you can not make peace from war. That´s the most stupid way of thinking ever.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
"Do you know what it feels like for a girl?"
Women, we believe in fairy tales, we long for happy endings.
Since we are small kids we are taught to love, we are taught to dream, we learn how to believe.
That´s why we are so fragile and still so strong, because we are made of sugar and cotton, but we can be as hard as rocks.
When we hold a baby in our arms the world hushes and there is when we know that we were meant to protect life.
We make a song from cries and we know how to turn fear into laughs.
So we are the fantasy, complex and delicate creation of God and we can not deny our nature.
We are made of sugar and cotton...
That´s why our hearts beat slower and faster, our skin blushes and our eyes sparkle... when we can feel in our finger the symbol of a promise... because a promise is what we are meant to hear.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Master of the world,
You made the universe
You know its secrets because
you know us all.
Designer of the sun,
Who could deny your existence?
You´ve designed a plan
and a purpose for our souls.
Lord of my heart,
I was blind and I was stupid;
I thought I knew the way...
But you set me apart.
King of justice and peace,
when I called out to you
You formed me in your hands
and you turned me into this.
Painter of the Earth,
You filled me with your grace,
You saved my life more than once:
amazing gift I do not deserve.
Anna "Grace; favour of God".
Now it does not surprise me,
now it makes perfect sense
that Anna is my name, Lord.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
-So, are you ready?
-Yes, I am, open it! open it! -she says impatiently.
He opens the door and hand in hand they enter to their new home, their first home.
She let go his hand and as a small child she quickly enters and walks around the house trying to observe every single detail.
-Can you believe it hun?
-Believe what, darling? -he says as he takes the camera in his hands and starts taking pictures of her.
She notices what he´s doing and blushes -What?
-I just wish you could see your own face right now... I need to keep this moment forever.
She walks and looks at herself in the full-length mirror near the bedroom´s door.
She sighs and touchs lightly her wedding dress.
Suddenly he is next to her and looks at her with tenderness.
-I always wanted one of this, you know? -she says still admiring her gown.
Then, he takes her face in his hands -This eyes -he kisses her eyes -your eyes, your face, your expression is the same like four years ago... you´re still my pure, smiling, bright girl. You haven´t change a bit!
-Oh, but you´ve changed, you´re old now -She answers mischievously staring at his eyes. -Are you hungry Mr. Jones?
-Yes, I am Mrs. Jones- he says laughing -are you?
-Let´s cook something.
They get into the kitchen and start cooking pancakes.
She tries to make one heart shaped pancacke -I ruined it darling, Im sorry.
-You never ruin anything, you only make it differently.
They walk into the dining room but their suitcases are all over the table, ready to part with them to their honey moon.
-Well, we can eat on the couch -she says.
They sit together and she tooks the remote control -What would you like to watch?
-Don´t turn the T.V on -he replies.
But, I thought you said you wanted to watch something when we arrived home
He laughs very hard and says -I did not say watch, I said see.
-See? See what?
-Your face -he says staring at her pretty face.
-Yes darling, I can´t help but to almost die from happiness everytime I think that I will be able to see your face every single day since today. And, well, there´s nothing more beautiful I would like to stare at forever.
She smiles with joy.
-I like your smile -he says -it is the exact same smile you use when I tell you that you are beautiful.
-No darling -she says with tenderness -this smile is way much different... I love you so...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I´ve never been so lonely like today.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I reach the hall, the hostess says hello and smiles. I love that they don’t really care about themselves, their job is always to smile and make you feel good and comfortable.
I take the elevator to the suite, walk a few steps and get my hand on the jacket and pull out the key card.
Once inside, first thing to do: off shoes and socks, then the shirt... the pants feel just fine.
As all is dark and no more noises are made in the room, I can hear the sea with its annoying sound, not even the two blocks dividing us can hold the noise, anyway I focus on sleeping and close my eyes.
I finally feel comfortable and sleep. Suddenly I wake up and feel all in a rush, I cant hardly breath, I feel as if my head is going to explode. I feel so anxious, I stand up put my pants and my shirt on and I get out of my room, get down on the elevator and run thru the hall.
I run the hole two blocks and I spot that thing that I hate and that I’ve run away from during a lot of years, now I realize that there is bad weather, a lot of wind is running making my run harder. My shirt is waving and the wind is crashing against my naked chest and my stomach has a funny sensation... it is as if the wind was running thru me.
I realize the music is coming from the sea, just where the thunders are falling and I do not hesitate and enter into the water, first walking until I can’t reach the sand anymore, then I swim. I just follow the music.
I keep on swimming and the music is stronger than ever, now there are oboes, trumpets, drums and flutes.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Pick your Artist: Michael Bublé
Are you a male or female: Stardust
Describe yourself: Summer Wind
How do you feel:Feeling Good
Describe where you currently live: Home
Your favorite form of transportation: Dream
Your best friend is: Always on my mind ;)
You and your best friends are: Everything
What’s the weather like: Wonderful Tonight
Favorite time of day: Moondance
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: The best is yet to come
What is life to you: How sweet it is
Your last relationship: That´s all