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“Lo tengo. Lo sé. Lo siento y lo desmostraré.”
“In deep silence, with his hug, he said everything he needed to say. ‘I love you. I’ll look over you. Goodbye son.’ He was ready to meet God, so he left.”
Desde tu partida, me paso la vida dibujando corazones. Siempre respete tus decisiones. Por alejarte de mi, nunca te culpe, ni te exigí razones.
Con tenerte en mis brazos, nada me cuesta soñar. Si me dieras la oportunidad, con mis dulces besos y tiernas caricias, las partes mas intimas de tu ser, yo haría temblar.
“Naci Para Amarte”
Llevo años sin verte. Hoy senti las ganas de escribir estas letras, con el fin de saludarte. Espero que en este medio, logren encontrarte. Si es asi, espero te recuerden, que naci para amarte.
We are in the longest government shutdown in history. To me, it feels like an elementary school fight to determine who rules the playground. In the meantime, federal employees are not getting paid for their work. Yes, they will get paid ‘eventually’, but who will cover their expenses while the children in Washington play games? Is there an adult on the playground?
The games they are playing are real. American lives are the chips. The audience is the world. The venue, The United States of America. I can’t help wonder what other world leaders are thinking of our country during these times. Perhaps they are enjoying the show while laughing their asses off. Perhaps they are planning attacks. Or maybe, just maybe, they are speeding up the attacks they have already planned. That can’t be possible. Can it? After all, our Commander in Chief recently and proudly announced that we have defeated ISIS.
I believe our guard is down. Our patriotic shield is weak and the moral fabric of this country is quickly deteriorating. One thing is for sure. History is being written right now. Only time will tell how much damage these games will cause. Right now though, common sense tells the audience that these games are bad for our country.
Will we emerge as a united country once again? Will our soldiers continue to express their pride in protecting this great nation? Unlike what some of the children in Washington may say, these soldiers are not on a paid vacation. As an American, I’m grateful for all the sacrifices they make to protect our freedom and this great nation.
As I think of the current state of our nation, I am reminded of “I Belong”, a poem I wrote from the perspective of a proud American Soldier who is in love with his wife and his country. If there is an adult on the playground, please jump in at any time to establish order. A collapsed country will have no need for a border.
The adult on our playground was Coach Don. He always made sure our playground was safe and solved any playground quarrels quickly. After doing so, all the children happily went off to play together or to enjoy the sprinklers, especially during the hot summer days. Coach Don always knew exactly when to turn on the sprinklers.
In case you are interested, here is my poem: I Belong.
“¡Ya no te aguanto! ¡Ya me canse de tus tonterías!,” me dijo.
“No, de eso te cansaste desde la primera vez que me escuchaste. Simplemente te falto el valor para decirlo, y te callaste,” le conteste.
Every mirror is magical. We all have one. When it speaks, dare to listen. If it does not inspire you, its magic is not for you.
En esta noche brillante, la luna plateada, las estrellas esconde. En tu ausencia, siempre pienso en ti. Se que tu también piensas en mi, aunque te encuentres con tu nuevo amor, sabra Dios donde.
Te noto triste. No me puedes mentir. Se que lo viste. Siempre te pasa esto. Tu padre no te aprecia ni te merece. ¿Para que fuiste?