Moving to Utah

Coming to Utah

Hey all!

Well, it's been a while since I've written, and since I can't sleep tonight, and my homework's done, I decided to update this thing and tell you a few things about the last few months of my life.  As you all know, I moved to Utah from Indiana about five months ago.  Many of you know about my long journey.  LOL.  Well, in case you don't, here it is.

 I left Indiana on my new ride (2002 Jeep Liberty) that I had bought about five days before.  I left on January 8^th.  I was supposed to start work on the 10^th.  I know, I know, did I mention I'm a procrastinator?  Anyways, yes, I left in a hurry and had to drive the whole way straight only resting for a couple hours on the way.  I had never driven so much in my life, but I was relieved when I made it to Wyoming.  I was about 100 miles from Salt Lake City when I got into an accident.  Luckily, I wasn't hurt, but my Jeep got totaled.  It was technically my fault, although I was driving very slowly.  I hit a utility truck in front of me after hitting the break and sliding into it due to black ice on the road. 

The roads in Wyoming were horrible.  I can't believe they weren't plowed or sanded.  It was very frustrating and I was very freaked out.  I was crying and nobody seemed to care; the police officer was very indifferent and even gave me a citation.  It happened in the middle of nowhere, up in the mountain roads.  It's one of the worst experiences I've been through.  I filed my insurance claim that same day, didn't tell anybody back home to not have them freaking out.  Some guy took me to a nearby motel so I could spend the night there, since the Insurance company was unable to send a rental my way.  They said that no company would send one that far away.  Yes, it was really in the middle of nowhere.  Anyways, the guy from the shop (his name is Glade) was very nice and helpful.  He told me where the nearest restaurant was and informed me about my vehicle and what he thought they would have to do.  He actually contacted his dad (Keith) and asked him to give me a ride all the way to Layton, Utah (about 150 miles). 

I cried most of that day.  I felt lost and confused about my decision… wondering if it had been a right choice to leave everything behind for something that seemed so uncertain.  I knew I wanted to get away and start over, meet new people, see new places, experience new things, but was it really worth it?  I finally made it to Layton.  On our way, Keith talked to me about his life.  I didn't ask his age, but he was probably in late 60's or early 70's.  He drove fast! This had me tense the whole way there.  He talked to me about how he almost died in a motorcycle accident; somehow the motorcycle landed on his head and smashed it.  He told me about two other serious car accidents he was involved in, one in which a girl died, and another one where is arm was cut severely.  I was freaking out! I was like  - Dude, stop the vehicle and I'll just walk there!- Ok no, just playing. LOL.  But I was still very stressed and concerned about the things I had to deal with next.

I finally made it to my apartment, got my keys and all that good stuff.  Of course, I didn't have a lot of things with me when I drove here.  Most of my stuff was being delivered by a moving company (wait till you hear that part!).  I got to my place, got some clothes put away in the closet and just laid on the floor crying my eyes out.  My friend Bernardo came over and was very supportive.  He took me to the store so I could get some things.  Just being able to talk to someone about my experience was relieving.  He offered to help me, and ever since I've been here, he has not changed his willing-to-serve attitude and kindness.  I had to postpone my first day of work to take care of my rental car and my insurance claim.  The insurance company was awesome! (Liberty Mutual) They were quick about the whole process; they followed up almost every day, and gave me $2,000 more than what I had paid for my vehicle.  Unfortunately, I couldn't get the same deal here than I got in Indiana.  Anyways, I drove a PT Cruiser (which I honestly hated) for a few weeks until I bought myself another 2002 Jeep Liberty with fewer miles than the original.  I started work.  Here's the next bad part.

My furniture was supposed to arrive a few days after I moved in.  They sent my stuff to Florida by mistake!!!!!!!!! Noooo! Things were going bad.  They were absolutely horrible.  Horrible service, they gave me the runarounds, never got a straight answer, they refused to give me a discount and things like that.  That stupid company is based out of Chicago, IL and it's called Best Price Moving, so of course I do not recommend their services.  I got my stuff like three weeks later!  I slept on the floor until I twisted my neck really bad.  Then I went to Wal-Mart to get an inflatable mattress to get me by; it helped, somewhat. 

I started going out with my friends Bernardo and Felipe.  I met Felipe a few days after I got here.  They were awesome.  We were out on a Singles Activity, when my PT Cruiser rental car broke down.  Well, it worked fine, except that it would not go reverse!  I didn't have my new Jeep then.  They were closed since it was at night.  Luckily, I had the next day off and that's when I went and bought my other Jeep Liberty.

Finally, my furniture arrived, I got all settled in, I had my new Jeep, work was going well, and everyone was nice.  Things started looking better.  They have been getting better and better as time goes by.  I still miss my family and get homesick, but I've also met incredible people and made new friends.  I'm happy that I'm here. 

The weather is getting nicer, my apartment is looking nicer as well, I'm healthy, work is going great, I'm making more money than I was in Indiana, I've had and will have the opportunity to travel more than I did before. 

I have been very blessed.  I know that all the adversity I faced happened for a reason.  There will always be opposition when we are doing the right thing.  The enemy is trying to discourage us and trying to dissuade us of doing what's right.  We should always remember this and be strong, and never give up.  I'm glad I wasn't hurt in the accident.  I know God was with me the whole way here.  When I had the accident, my Jeep stopped about 10 feet away from the edge of the road.  If I had been going a little bit faster, I would have fallen off the edge down the hill and it could've been way worse than it was.  That's why I feel so blessed.  I know something's in store for me here, and I'm not going to walk away from it for the bad things that have happened. 

It's been five months.  I feel great here.  I'm excited to be here and excited for what's coming.  I went back to school (something that wasn't part of my plan).  I've been saving up money.  I feel stronger and more independent than ever before.  I can't say that it's been me… I know I'm blessed by my Heavenly Father and I know everything is possible because of His great love for me.  Sometimes I feel unworthy of these blessings, but I strive to do well to others to give back.  I've been very blessed to have a best friend who made all of this possible (Ethan).  Ethan has also been with me all this time, way back… about two years ago.  So, I'm lucky and blessed to still have awesome friends and great people in my life.  And the new people I've met are awesome as well.  I have learned so much from each of them, I've had fun, I've danced, I've laughed, I've kissed, I've cried, I've had an awesome time with all of them. 

And this is just the beginning…

A Little Bit of Everything

A little bit of everything...

A little bit of everything…

My Confused Self

I thought it would be wise to take advantage of this "break" week from school to write something.  I wondered why I haven't written in such a long time, and I think it's because I've been confused... but, I've felt confused for several years now.  I hate to admit this "weakness" of mine.  I strive to pull myself together and be consistent, but I fail.  Oh well.  It's my lifelong struggle.

What am I confused about?  My relationship decisions, my dependency to someone's company, which frustrates me since I consider myself to be very independent.  I guess I'm not really that –just yet. Or maybe we really aren't meant to be alone… No, I refuse to accept that true happiness is delivered to us by another person.  Am I a helpless romantic?  Am I a stubborn, but emotionally-dependent creature? LOL.

My Reflective Self

I was thinking about the power within us to shape our destiny, since tonight, I came across this great truth in two different sources.  It said that we're artists of our own life; we make decisions that define our fate.  It said that "a true artist understands that not everything will turn out as planned."  Maybe some artists have an exact idea of what the finished work will look like, but they then find themselves adding textures, or different colors, or shapes, to their original idea.  The finished product turns out even better than they had imagined (in some cases anyway).  It also said how we need to be willing to erase what we define ourselves as, if we are trying to become someone different; "letting go of the past" in a sense.  I find this very difficult to do, but very important to master if trying to redefine ourselves and our lives.

My Confident Self

My very good friend said to me, "After listening to everything you've said to me, I know that you know what you need to do… you are just not even trying.  You must just do it."  So true.  Wow, as simple as that.  I am smart enough to know how to get what I want.  I am brave enough to fight for what I want.  I am strong enough to do those things that will make me become I want to become.

So why am I writing this?  As a commitment to myself, maybe… or just for the heck of it.  What if I fail… again?  I will try again.  What if you think I can't?  I don't care.  What if I change? It's my "artwork" remember? worry about yours.  Who will help me?  The only one who can: God.  Who will be become my enemy? My old self.

My Motivated Self

Something else I learned this week was that many of us find ourselves waiting… and waiting… and waiting for motivation.  We wait for something magically happen that will push us to be what we want to be.  We expect "motivation, then actions, then results…" in this order.  We are wrong.  Motivation will not always come to us.  Or it will come, to then fade away.  Motivation is not long lived when we are basing it in other people's results.  Real motivation will persist when it comes from our own accomplishments and results.  So the real order for real success is…

ACTIONS  > >  RESULTS > > MOTIVATION !

And then… guess what?

When you achieve real motivation, from your own results… it will persist and it won't go away.  This will become a cycle… a good one.  You will keep doing those things that got you those results and you will turn this into a good habit, a way of life.  You will be successful.  This was very interesting to me since I find myself sitting (sometimes literally), waiting for that spark to come to me… before I get up and work for what I want to become.  So, honestly… I have been acting.  I will get back with you on the "results" part of it, since I just started applying this principle to my life.  I just thought it would be a good idea to share it with you.  I hope this helps you too.

My Sleepy Self

Well all, I'm done for tonight.  Hope this was somehow informational, educative, inspiring, or at least, entertaining.  My pillow is stearing at me right now; so inviting.  I love you my dear friends… I just want to say thanks to a few people that made this blog possible… LOL.  To Dinorah, for sharing that email about the art of life.  Jorge, for understanding what good advice is all about (keeping it simple and using the words "you know"), and to Suze Orman, my favorite role-model (never married, wealthy, independent, intelligent, spiritual woman).

I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T  Do you know what that means? (don't you all love that song?) that's my rola, loco! Hahahahahahahahaha. 

Goodnight.

We Will Miss You

Oswaldo Tapia

The only person, who could smile in a moment like this, was him.  He was lying on the hospital bed, beaten up after the car accident.  Most of his body was covered in bandages, or casts.  He had a plastic tube down his throat to help him drain the blood out, since the strong impact had caused internal bleeding.  Although he couldn’t speak, he smiled.  He grabbed the notepad smiling, and he tried to write something with his weak hands.  Instead of writing, and since he was a talented artist, he drew.  When we asked him what had happened, he drew a little guy with circling stars above his head trying to let us know that all he remembered was seeing stars (at impact).  Not even in his condition did he lose his sense of humor.  He might not have been fully aware of how serious his condition was, but in that moment, he had already lived through the worst.  We were all worried about him, but we were thankful that he was alive, and had faith that he would recover soon.  And so he did.  It happened slowly, but the months went by and he went back to normal.  We never thought we would have to experience again, the pain of seeing him at the hospital, so sick.

We always judge him to be stubborn, but without his controversial conversations, his funny ideas and his way to defend his views, all those chats would have been so boring.  He liked to argue, talk about the deep meaning of things, and have fun with every situation.  He would make our days fun, always striving to make us laugh at him, at life, or at ourselves.  Oswaldo was a man who possessed many talents, loved learning, and loved others very easily and unconditionally.   He always saw the good in people, even those who we all knew had bad intentions.  I remember the day he got baptized at church.  I had just gotten back to church; I remember feeling very excited to see his baptism in Spanish; I didn’t even know him then, little did I knew that he was going to become like another brother to me.  He seemed happy, and excited to start a new life.  After that day, we became friends.  After some time, we became like brother and sister.

He remained reserved concerning his medical condition.  Having epilepsy wasn’t something he liked talking about.  It wasn’t something he hid either, since his sudden attacks were frequent.  His closest friends witnessed them.  Despite that, he was strong.  He loved life so much and never intended for people to feel sorry for him.   Oswaldo became a part of the family… my family.  He would come over almost every day.  Then there were periods in which he wouldn’t come, but he would still call us.  He felt love towards my family, which in a way became his family (since his real family was far away).  My family and I also loved him so.

Every time Oswaldo talked about church, his leaders, or when he bore his testimony, he did so with such strong conviction.  He loved to read books, stories, interesting and funny things.  Oswaldo didn’t fear death, but even better, he did not fear life.  He smiled, he danced, he entertained children by dressing up as clown, he helped, he traveled, he explored, he read, he dreamed, and he loved everybody.  For that, and many other things, Oswaldo was loved by many. 

A few months ago (January 2008), I left Indiana to come live in Utah.  When I was driving here, on the long way, confused, sad, worried and scared… my cell phone rang.  It was him.  I thought about ignoring his call because I didn’t really want to talk… but I answered.  He said very special things to me that I needed to hear right in that moment.  He started by calling me “my little sister.”  He expressed his love and said he admired me.  He said very kind words, and the best of wishes in this new chapter I started in my life.  He gave me some advice, cheered me up and left me smiling.  It wasn’t just a phone call… it was a way for him to show his love and his concern for me.  He actually called me several times during my road trip from Indiana to Utah.  He said he would like to live in Utah someday too.  I could feel how much he wanted to be here to see the Salt Lake Temple, and surround himself in the spirit one feels here.  I would’ve liked to say more to him… there were many things I didn’t say, I had no idea this was going to be the last time I heard this voice.   I am at peace because I know that I will have the chance to tell him how much I love him and thank him for his love and his words.  My dear friend, my brother… I will miss him so much… until I see him again.

Oswaldo passed away a few days ago after having a stroke a few weeks back (March 2008).  His mom is devastated; Brother Eduardo Jimenez, who was his best friend, is too, my family as well.  We all suffer his loss… but we also have faith and peace to know that God has him in a better place, and that if we are faithful we might have the chance to see him again too, after this life.

During the last hours alive, when the doctors said he was completely unconscious and unaware, his friends from church sang him hymns.  I wish I could’ve been there to sing along with all of them, sharing my love and said my goodbye.  They said he smiled.  According to the doctors, he couldn’t hear or feel anything, but his spirit, on the other hand, could feel the love and hear the songs they sang to him.  What a blessing is to know that he lives.  What a blessing it is to know that he was welcomed to that special place, also with people singing hymns of joy.  What a great blessing it is to know that we will live forever, that our spirits are eternal, that we will never cease to exist… and that if we are righteous, we might gain eternal life to live amongst those who we love most: our families. 

Oswaldo is now in a place of peace, where he will continue his progress.  The Lord has plans for him; he has a mission for him to embrace.  We will all miss him, and we will never forget him.  Oswaldo will forever be in our hearts, until we see him again.  And we know we will see him again.  He’s a part of our eternal family, and awaits us there.  I hope that wherever he is at, he could feel and understand everything he meant to us, and how much we loved him.

With this, I want to express the deep sorrow of losing a loved one, a friend, a brother.  I want to express the peace my heart feels followed by the hope of the blessings of the Plan of Salvation.  I want to express how thankful I am to know that death is not the end, but in fact, the start of the eternities.  Death is nothing but a drop of water in the ocean of our existence.  I want to hug his mother, with all my spirit, and say to her how sorry I am for her loss.  I want to tell him, Oswaldo, that I loved him very much and that I will miss him.  I want to tell him how much I thank him for his love, his kindness, his caring, and the endless deeds he had towards me and my family.  Oswaldo Tapia,  We love you.  Love is never ending, death only magnifies it, we will never forget you.  Goodbye my friend… ‘Till we meet again.

Oswaldo Tapia  10/5/79   -   3/8/08

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Spanish:

Adios! mi hermano

La única persona que podía sonreír en un momento así… era él.  Estaba acostado en la cama del hospital, moretoneado por los golpes del accidente.  Casi todo su cuerpo estaba cubierto en gasas, vendas o yeso.  Tenía un tubo metido por la garganta para ayudarle a drenar los líquidos, pues el duro golpe había causado una hemorragia interna.  No podía hablar.  Sin embargo,  sonrió.  Sonrió y tomó papel y lápiz con la poca fuerza que su brazo y mano le permitían e intentó  escribir.  Como talentoso artista que era, prefirió dibujar.  Dibujo un ser pequeñito con estrellas en la cabeza cuando le preguntamos acerca del accidente.  Entendimos lo que quiso decir: vio estrellitas!  Ni en esas condiciones perdió su sentido del humor.  Quizá no estaba consciente de la gravedad de su situación; pero en ese momento, ya  vencía esa dura prueba.  Todos sentimos mucho pesar por él, pero nos sentimos agradecidos por que teníamos fe en que se recuperaría pronto.  Y así fue.  Su recuperación fue lenta, pero pasaron los meses y volvió a ser el mismo.  Nunca esperamos revivir lo doloroso de verle tan grave de salud.

Siempre le juzgamos de terco, pero sin sus controversiales conversaciones, sus chistosas ocurrencias  y su perspicacia al defender sus puntos de vista, todas esas pláticas hubiesen sido muy aburridas.  Le  gustaba argumentar, profundizar y sacarle el humor a cada situación.  Nos volvía las tardes amenas.  Oswaldo era un hombre lleno de talentos y poseía una gran capacidad de aprender y una gran capacidad de amar.  Aun recuerdo el día que se bautizo en la iglesia.  Recién regresaba yo a la iglesia; recuerdo haberme sentido tan emocionada al presenciar el servicio de su bautismo en español;  y a él aun ni conocía.  Se veía muy contento y hasta emocionado de empezar una nueva vida.  Después de ahí, nos hicimos amigos.  Con el tiempo, nos hicimos hermanos. 

Siempre fue reservado en cuanto a su situación médica.  Tener epilepsia no era algo que le gustara contar.  No era algo que ocultara tampoco, pues sus ataques repentinos eran frecuentes, y muchos de sus más cercanos amigos los presenciaron.  Era pese a eso, un hombre fuerte.  Oswaldo llego a ser parte de nuestra familia.  Se le veía por la casa casi  a diario.  Y en temporadas no se aparecía… pero sin dejar de comunicarse con nosotros.  El llego a sentir un gran amor por mi familia, que de cierta manera llenaba el vacio de no tener a la suya cerca.  Mi familia y yo también llegamos a quererle mucho. 

Cada vez que Oswaldo hablaba de la iglesia, de sus líderes, o cuando compartía su testimonio,  lo transmitía con fuerte convicción.  Siempre le gustaba hablar de libros, de historias, de cosas interesantes  y divertidas.  Oswaldo no le temía a la muerte; pero aun más importante, no le tenía miedo a la vida.  El sonreía, el bailaba, el divertía a niños vestido de payaso, el ayudaba, el viajaba, el exploraba, el leía, el soñaba, y el amaba a los demás.  Por eso, y muchas otras cosas… Oswaldo se ganó el amor de muchos.

Hace un par de meses dejé Indiana para venirme a vivir a Utah.  Cuando venía manejando en el largo camino, llena de confusión, tristeza, angustia y miedo… timbro mi celular.  Era Oswaldo.   Pensé en ignorar la llamada porque no quería hablar… pero contesté.  Me dijo cosas tan especiales que yo necesitaba escuchar en ese momento.  Empezó llamándome hermanita.  Me dijo lo mucho que me quería y me admiraba.  Me dejó con sus tiernas palabras los mejores deseos en el nuevo capítulo que emprendía en mi vida.  Me dejó varios consejos, ánimo y una sonrisa.  No solo fue una llamada… fueron varias durante el viaje, y otras más cuando llegue.  Me dijo que él quería vivir en Utah también.  Sentí su gran deseo de ver el templo, y envolverse en el espíritu que se siente en este lugar especial.  Me hubiera gustado decirle más…  tantas cosas que no le dije, pero estoy tranquila porque sé que llegará esa oportunidad, de decirle lo mucho que le quiero y le agradezco.  Mi querido amigo, mi hermano… le voy a extrañar!

Oswaldo falleció hace unos días tras sufrir un derrame cerebral unas semanas antes.  Su madre esta inconsolable; el hermano Eduardo Jiménez, quien era el mejor amigo de él, también.  Mi familia ni se diga.  Todos sufrimos por su pérdida… pero también tenemos fe y tranquilidad al saber que Dios le tiene en un lugar mejor. 

En sus ultimas horas de vida, cuando los doctores decian que estaba completamente inconsciente... sus hermanos de la iglesia le cantaron himnos. Como me hubiera gustado cantar con ellos dejandole todo mi amor y una dulce despedida.  Me cuentan que sonrio.  Pese a que segun los doctores no escuchaba, ni sentia, su espiritu si percibio el amor y los cantos de gozo dirigidos hacia el.  Que bendicion saber que el vive! Que bendicion saber que de igual manera fue recibido por seres muy especiales que seguramente cantaban himnos para recibirle.

Oswaldo ahora está en un lugar lleno de paz, donde seguirá progresando.  El Señor tiene planes para él, tiene una misión especial que él podrá cumplir ahí.  Le extrañaremos, y no le olvidaremos nunca.  Oswaldo estará siempre en nuestros corazones, hasta que volvamos a verle.  Y sabemos que así será.  El es parte de nuestra gran familia eterna, y nos espera más allá.   Espero que donde se encuentre, pueda sentir y comprender lo mucho que significaba para todos nosotros, y lo mucho que le amamos.

Con esto quiero expresar la profunda tristeza de perder a un ser amado, a un amigo, a un hermano.  Quiero expresar la paz que llega a mi corazón tras la esperanza de las bendiciones del plan de Salvación.  Quiero expresar cuan agradecida estoy por saber que la muerte no es el final, sino el principio de la eternidad.  Quiero abrazar a su madre, con todo mi espíritu y decirle lo mucho que lo siento.  Quiero decirle a él, a Oswaldo… que le amo mucho, que le extrañaré, y que le agradezco infinitamente el amor, el cariño, la atención y el sinnúmero de lindos detalles que tuvo para conmigo y mi familia.  Oswaldo Tapia.  Te queremos mucho.  El amor nunca deja de ser.  Adios amigo... hasta que nos volvamos a ver.

Oswaldo Tapia  10/5/79   -   3/8/08

8 Qualities

8 Qualities

Random notes from a short segment of a Suze Orman conference on TV.

Can't wait to read her book "Women and Money"

8 qualities of a wealthy woman

All need to be working as one…

1            & 2. HARMONY AND BALANCE

-feel, say, think and do has to be the same

-your thoughts are your destiny

-where are you not in harmony?

-balance is when you have the equilibrium in your life.

-it's when what you think, say, feel and do are the same.

3.  COURAGE

            -emotion, energy that can quiet the fear… that keeps you from doing what you know you need to be doing.

            -take action to quiet that fear down!!!!!!!!!!

            - "you are a warrior and you are not to turn your back on your battlefield."

            -JUST DO IT…

            - when these three qualities are in sync… you'll feel powerful… and when you feel powerful, you're generous.

3. GENEROSITY

            - be generous to yourself

            - You are empowered by what you are doing…

- you are given as much as you are giving.   (in proportion)

            -be generous to yourself as you are to others

4. HAPPINESS

            -When you are happy, people want to be around you, you don't go spend money on things you don't need.

            -when the first qualities are achieved.

            -when you are happy you start cleaning… everything aroundyou.

5. CLEANLINESS

            -wealth cannot dwell in filth.

            -CLEAN! Clean your surroundings, the clutter, the paperwork…

            - when you do, you invite wealth in

            - dwell in cleanliness

            -you're not late on your bills, you can find stuff, you're organized, you progress.           

6. BEAUTY

            -You are all goddesses of wealth

            - not the physical beauty… the inner beauty

            - confidence!!!!!!!

            -she walks in to a room and you know your own worth and your own power!!!!!

            -when you feel beautiful, you feel confident,

           

8. WISDOM

            -to make the right choices, with yourself, with your money, with your loved ones…

            - good choices are based upon your confidence, you are confident because you feel beautiful, you feel beautiful because you live in a clean surrounding, and you are in a clean surrounding  because you are happy, and you're happy because you are generous, and you are generous because you have courage, and you have courage because you are in harmony and balance!!!!!!

These qualities keep you in line to never ever put yourself on sale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Despertar

Despertar
Current mood: enlightened

DESPERTAR

Despertar.  Prender la luz...

Despertar y saber que no estuviste sola. 

Despertar y saber que alguien te abrazo. 

Despertar y sonreír al saberte a salvo. 

Despertar y saber que hay un nuevo propósito. 

Despertar,  correr y abrazar aquello de lo que te perdiste por un momento. 

Despertar con la frustración de haber perdido un instante… para después comprender que acabas de nacer. 

Despertar sin la sed de lo perdido; despertar feliz por ser amada. 

Despertar y despedir el sueño de golpe con un beso. 

Despertar al amor… despertar a jugar. 

Despertar a convivir con el testigo de tu vuelo;  centinela de tu sueño.

Despertar a desligar tus ilusiones y dejarlas ser. 

Despertar a revivir los ensueños, y seguir escribiendo tu historia.

Despertar para ver morir a la soledad.

Despertar para prolongar lo efímero; para eternizar los destellos del brillo de sus ojos.

Despertar a tu amado, sanarle una herida.

Despertar.  Al despertar se esfuma el desdén de un adiós sin despedida.

Despertar a ver lo mágico del soñar despierto.

Despertar sin estar sola.  Despertar enamorada.

Despertar y ver morir el día, y nacer el tiempo.

Despertar y verle ahí… es saber que Dios existe.

Despertar es la bendición de la vida; despertar al amor más sublime.

Despertar siendo amada… es como sanar de toda enfermedad.

Despertar es como la línea donde el cielo se une al mar…

Despertar con el alma en la garganta, con ganas de llorar.

Despertar a ver el rio, a ver llover, o ver el sol...

Despertar doliera, si no existiera el amor.

Despertar a ver a Dios; decirle adios.