How I wish

How I wish
I would run to you
I would see the sunset
I would see the sea
I would see the rainbow

How I wish
shadows
cloudly thoughts
dark feelings
were gone from me

How I wish
flesh was nothing
air a thought
pain a word

How I wish
happiness was constant
grace real
love all

HELLO

The word HELLO means :
(H)ow are you?
(E)verything all right?
(L)ike to hear from you
(L)ove to see you soon!
(O)bviously, I miss you ..

Give a smile

You may give life and have an important job,
But only a significant person can give a smile

One question...

To be dead in life?
Or live among the deads?

Pensamento de hoje

A vida só se dá a quem se deu.

Vinicius de Moraes

Olvídate...

« Olvídate del día cuando esté nublado,
pero no te olvides de tus horas de sol.
Olvídate de los tiempos que te han derrotado,
pero no te olvides de las victorias que has ganado.

Olvídate de los errores que ahora no puedes cambiar,
pero no te olvides de las lecciones que has aprendido.
Olvídate de las desgracias que has tenido,
Pero no te olvides de las alegrías que has vivido.

Olvídate de los días cuando estabas solo,
pero no te olvides de las sonrisas que has recibido.
Olvídate de los planes que no salieron bien,
pero no te olvides siempre de tener un sueño. »

3 things in life

Three things in life that, once gone, never come back
Time
Words
Opportunity

Three things in life that may never be lost
Peace
Hope
Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable
Love
Self-confidence
Friends

Three things in life that are never certain
Dreams
Success
Fortune

Three things that make a man/woman
Hard work
Sincerity
Commitment

Three things in life that can destroy a man/woman
Greed
Pride
Anger

HONRAR LA VIDA

Permanecer y transcurrir,
no es perdurar no es existir
ni honrar la vida
Hay tantas maneras de no ser,
tanta conciencia sin saber,
adormecida
Merecer la vida no es callar
y consentir tantas injusticias
repetidas
Es una virtud, es dignidad
y es la actitud de identidad
más definida
Eso de durar y transcurrir,
no nos da derecho a presumir,
porque no es lo mismo que vivir,
honrar la vida
No, permanecer y transcurrir
no siempre quiere sugerir,
honrar la vida
Hay tanta pequeña vanidad,
en nuestra tonta humanidad, enceguecida
Merecer la vida es erguirse vertical,
más allá del mal, de las caídas
Es igual que darle a la verdad
y a nuestra propia libertad,
la bienvenida.

Eladia Blazquez (24-02-31 / 30-08-05)

Pinetop Moon

Standing on the edge of a dream,
misty pink cocktail of light;
I realized that tomorrow is always a touch away,
the finding of dreams within shadows.
I do not hold the moon accountable for lost love,
though it was under her kiss that I found it.
Nor do I blame the pines for giving moonlight a beard
with their blackness of sorrow over lost sunlight.
Life moves us whether we like it or not,
moves us onto new paths to explore
and sometimes back onto old paths
where moonlight sits on top of the pines.

El ser humano

Personaje extraño es el ser humano:
nacer no pide,
vivir no sabe,
morir no quiere..

True World

We don' t need a NEW world,
We need a TRUE world.
Love instead of hate -Heaven can wait.
Truth instead of lies -No more baby cries.
Compassion vs. ignorance -Hand in hand we will dance.
Peace instead of wars -Embrace instead of scars.
Tenderness heals violence -Heart vs. barbed wire fence.
Understanding vs. crime -Enemies are friends in time.
Part of nature vs. playing God -Recognition of what we' ve got.
No! We don' t need a NEW world.
What we need is a TRUE world.

Arwen

Porque fazemos coisas boas que dão maus resultados?

Não sei que motivação me move, mas sei que má, negativa não é.
Digo coisas no bom sentido. Faço coisas pensando no bem que quero que daí advenha.
Mas então, porque é que no final o que vejo é mal-estar?

Onde estou a errar?

Sinto as forças a abandonarem-me, a minha vontade a diminuir... se não fosse pelo meu amor... Obrigada amor!

Deixarei de tentar?
Ficarão as coisas melhores?

O futuro dirá.

a Touching story

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

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