Corre, Vive, Vuela

Envelta en un torbellino de preguntas
de dudas, de miedos
Envuelta en dramas y melancolia sin sentido
Distraida de la vida, de las metas
de los suenos del futuro
Distraida del amor que te refugia
Confusa y perdida
Letargica y solitaria
Conforme, desolada
Plantada en un suelo de amargura
Las memorias no te salvan
pues la amnesia te asfixia la esperanza
No ves salida, estas herida
Sin fuerzas ni deseos de victoria
Envuelta en torbellinos de traiciones
de abusos, aflicciones
Ahogada en llanto y en lamentaciones
Dudosa de tu fuerza de tus alas
de los amigos verdaderos
de ti misma
Confusa y perdida
Letargica y solitaria
Es hora de vivir
de despertar
Dejar este mal sueno atras
Es una temporada, si hay salida
Fue una mala cosecha
pero aun heredas esa tierra
para sembrar de nuevo semillas de gloria
De amor verdadero, respeto y virtud
No te pierdas, toma la mano del que busca ayudarte
No te hundas en el pantano de ilusiones vanas
Envuelvete en la dicha de tu alma
del amor que te sabes capaz de sentir
Solo que ese amor no es para otros
Si no para esa nina triste que esta en ti
Corre, vive, vuela
Sin mirar atras, no busques guerra
Sufre, perdona pero recupera
pierde la benda de tus ojos
y olvida tu ceguera.

You Still Don't Know Me

So many times I chose modesty over my true conviction
Chose to blend in, stay quiet, be tolerant
Perhaps to protect myself from judgment
Perhaps aware of your inaptitude to understand me
Ignoring in a way how dishonest I was being
Forgetting that deceit was never my intention
It doesn't matter how or why I say this
The past and those behind are so irrelevant
So many things have changed and now I'm stronger
My prize was where all that mess led me
Never again will I belittle myself to portray humility
I love myself enough, no need to say I'm sorry for it
I finally got a taste of happiness
The one that comes from loving your true self
Knowing your self-worth
No other person's approval needed
You can say I'm full of myself
and that’s okay because you no longer matter
Some will say I need to get over myself
and I will say "I will, as soon as you get over Me"
You can't find looking at the sky what hides under your pillow
So easy now, so simple
There really are only two kinds of people
There are good and there are bad
To those who didn't make it to my future
Now you know why
Just remember in case you ever see me, that
Even if you once got the chance to talk to me
You never knew me
You still don’t know me

Critica a Thalia en "Equivocada"

Para empezar... no soy una persona que por lo regular critique a los demas, ni siquiera a los famosos.  Soy algo facil de complacer y generalmente indiferente, pero este video me fastidio y he aqui el porque:

Thalia se ve super fodonga.  Entiendo que la tendencia introducida por Shakira, de maquillaje super leve y cabello rebelde le funciono a ella por su personalidad jovial y su originalidad, pero a Thalia?  No.  Sobretodo en este tipo de escenario, donde tienes a fantasticos musicos acompanandote, a tu fiel publico, etc., tu manera de proyectarte me parece hasta un poco irrespetuosa.  Fodonga, despeinada, ropa X... No, no no... "Nomas no!"

En segundo lugar, la mayor parte de la interpretacion en el video se la paso con los ojos cerrados.  Entiendo que para dramatizar o profundizar emocion los interpretes cierran los ojos y hacen gestos de dolor, pero para variar, Thalia exagero.  Los ojos transmiten mucho mas sentimientos.  Se exedio en el tiempo.  Los gestos de supuesto "dolor" por lo que dice la cancion, pues se entienden, pero a su edad, no le favorecen.  Le distorcionan la cara y la hacen ver mas vieja.  No me gusto.

En cuanto a los gestos, si no para proyectar emocion, los intensifica para desenvolverse vocalmente, pero en realidad, esta cancion no contiene altas notas, ni dificiles variaciones, ni falsettos, ni mucho menos.  No entiendo su exageracion... pero bueno, ahora recuerdo que en realidad Thalia aunque canta bien, no es una super cantante.  Sus canciones son faciles.  

Que piensan ustedes?  Aqui esta el vinculo para que chequen el video al que me refiero. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjj5HCiis-o

The Ultimate

My baby wrote this for me... I loved it... he made me cry.  Wow I love him!
Thanx 4 being "The One" : the "Ultimate" one, the perfect one, the one that not even distance can keep me away from, the one that stays on my mind 25/8, the one that I wanna be on the phone with when I stay up late. The one that has my heart n keeps it beatin fast, the one that Made me wanna let all the other girls pass. The one that keeps me smiling when I'm sad n life is nothin but a drag , the one I'm addicted to, but don't want or need rehab. The one that's so special that it blows my mind, the one who lifted my head back up, reminded me I could shine! The one that connects with me on levels that can't be defined, the one just 4 me I know God designed. The one I just gotta talk to each n everyday, the one that without effort always knows exactly what to say. The one whose smile keeps me on a cloud way past 9, the one whose beauty is on a scale way past fine! The one who has a heart bigger than the world could hold, the one that sends electricity throughout my soul. The one that gets me excited with just the sound of her voice, the one my heart longs 4 cuz it has no choice. The one that came my way n made me wanna give her my all, I'm talkin about the only one that deserves to be called.........my Baby Doll..., my star, The Ultimate, "The One".....Susana

~Forrest

Cuando?

Cuando apreciamos el valor de la vida?
~Cuando contemplamos o enfrentamos la tragedia de la muerte.

Cuando apreciamos verdaderamente la felicidad? 
~ Cuando comprendemos que se compone de momentos efimeros de dicha.

Cuando valoramos la bondad de los demas? 
~ Cuando somos afligidos o heridos por el orgullo de nuestros agresores. 


Cuando concedemos el perdon y la tolerancia?
~ Cuando cometemos errores que desenlazan relaciones humanas.

Cuando maduramos?
~ Cuando perdemos... cuando nos encontramos a nosotros mismos... solos en la vida.

Cuando cambiamos al mundo?
~ Cuando amamos con genuina entrega

Cuando crecemos?
~ Cuando aceptamos que somos pequenos, y eternos deudores y nos humillamos

History is Not Destiny

A few days ago I contemplated the idea that in times of vulnerability, we opt to expose ourselves in different, not necessarily destructive ways.  It might be because our loneliness impulses us to express ourselves more openly to perhaps connect with others who might be able to relate to us, therefore achieving a connection or affirmation that we are not alone after all. 

Be that as it may, there are others who do the exact opposite and build walls or close up emotionally to protect themselves from potential judgments. Or we can do a combination of the two. I guess where I am going with this is the realization that I am, -as many others out there are- on a quest to invent myself, to earn self-worth and and to find the courage to maintain an adequate self-esteem. 

Anyway, exposed or not, I realize I’ve limited myself from growing or overcoming insecurities and obstacles with the excuse that my past hurts and negative experiences have traumatized me, changed me and brought me down. The cause is not an excuse. 

So, as I always tell my blog readers: be aware that the majority of my blogs are not logical, they are more like an abstract art, learn to appreciate it and respect it. There are those types of blogs that must not be taken literally; there are those in which I have to write as if it was about my personal experience, when in actuality are based on someone else’s experience(s). I am not afraid to expose myself in ways in which I feel are constructive to others. I understand that I am not always positive when I write, but in every sad poem or writing of mine, there is a hope-inviting line. I hope those who read what I write take the time to read between the lines, not only to get to know me –since this isn’t exactly my mission- but to induce some personal insight that may benefit them.

More than explaining myself, I am trying to make people realize that before we judge others, we must strive to understand what is behind their behavior.  Developing empathy and understanding of other people's needs helps us grow as individuals. 
 

I am getting a little off the subject, my apologies. Back to saving our self-esteem! Yaaaay! LOL. My initial point of this blog was to introduce something I read and loved. So, without further a due, here it is:

“Past hurts don’t excuse present cowardice.”

“I am not denying the negative impact of early family crises, disruption, or destructiveness. History is not destiny. You have free will to overcome, grow, change: Invent yourself.”

(both quotes are from Dr. Laura Schlessinger)

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Don't Let Me Wake Up!

I don’t want to be awake in the silence of this emptiness

So many things were said, some left unsaid, now lost and gone

Slipping through my fingers, you fade away, my dreams along

Don’t let me believe I can hold on

God, please don’t let me

Don't let me open my eyes to grief dead memories

Of when he kissed me, touched me, held me, please don’t wake me!

I wish I could erase the things we said, turn around and walk away

Rest is my peace when I have nothing else to walk for

No love, no words, seems like there’s just nothing else

Long day it feels like, until I fall asleep

As I lay there and give in, as I forget, I can forgive

Don't let me wake up and gain remembrance

I want eternal sleep, grant me some quiet darkness

Where I can dream of something else, whatever else would do

Let it be nightmares, dreams, it could be dull

Let me sleep away the feelings of regret

Give my eyes some peace, if I sleep my cry might end

And if I wake up, let me find another reason

Wake me up to a new day, a new sunshine, a new season

The love we had was out of this world rare!

I realize perhaps it wasn’t mean to last

If my feast of blessings has come due to be paid

Let me pay it quick, and then sleep away my awful fate

Don't let me wake up, to know I’ll never get my kiss

Knowing that I fought for this, but couldn’t win

Don’t let me wake up to face this living hell

Knowing that I love him, but will never have him again