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El Diablo Que No Conozco
Ayer, las voces de los estados unidos de américa se escucharon. Hablaron fuerte! De los dos diablos, eligieron al que no conocen. Quizás es la seña de que los ciudadanos están hartos del mismo diablo y del mismo infierno. Quizás prefieren dar vida a las nuevas ideas y planes que un diablo desconocido les presenta.
Si la frustración y coraje de los ciudadanos un día logra convertirse en fe, quizás este diablo desconocido se convierta un su ángel preferido.
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“Una Flor”
“Una Flor”
Una flor para otra Flor. Al nacer, de nombre te pusieron Flor. De niña, con tus sonrisas, al mundo llenaste de alegría y le brindaste amor.
Al crecer, la fuerza y belleza de una flor, lograste apreciar. Con su vida, poderoso silencio y hermosos colores, de tu ser, si le permites, ella puede aliviar tus dolores.
Una flor para otra Flor. La vida, incierta y sin darnos garantías, como lecciones necesarias, en disfraz, nos causa dolor. Por difícil y fuerte que este sea, puede ser aliviado por la belleza y el mágico poder de una flor.
Una flor para otra Flor.
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“Tend Your Store”
“Tend Your Store”
It was Thursday morning. I had come back for more. I remembered your neatly kept store, for I had been here before. Hurriedly, I crossed the street and approached your front door. Was I an eyesore? Did you anticipate a holy war? Would you have waited if I was a high-class sexy whore?
We crossed paths and without hesitation, you slowly walked next door. Expecting your prompt return, I walked inside and asked myself, “Is this the way you tend your store?”. Why have I returned? Why would I want more?
You talked about life and offered advice. I heard the same question, for you asked him twice. You questioned his reasons for becoming sober. Who will heal your soul, when your life is over? Slightly annoyed, he turned towards your store. He took a deep breath and then looked me over. I could not help wonder, “Will your words he ignore?”. You are teaching how, by ignoring your store.
Patience is my virtue, so I waited for you. After ten minutes, you continued your speech. My presence was strong but your attention was beyond my reach. Does this happen often? Perhaps you are blessed. Just like your store, you were well dressed. Perhaps your life’s goal is to offer advice, to those who will listen, without thinking twice.
Is your cause worth fighting for? Is it worth losing your store? If the answer is yes, then keep fighting on! If I one day come back and I’m looking for more, perhaps I will find a dusty locked door.
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“Tell Me”
“Tell Me”
Tell me. I’ll listen. I may not care, but I will listen. Tell me. I may not have solutions but if you like, I can offer opinions. Either way, if you tell me, I will listen.
What’s on your mind? Tell me your thoughts. Express your fears. I have the time, the patience and two healthy ears. Tell me. I’m here. It’s late in October and Halloween will soon come only to quickly disappear, but God willing, for you, I will continue to be here.
Is it the bogeyman you fear? Do you always feel him near? Is he of flesh and blood or does he roam around between your ears? Tell me. I want to hear, for I too have had my own fears.
Nothing to say? Okay. Have it your way. Since you chose not to speak, to give you a glimpse of what I see, I will give you a sneak peek. Frustration, pain, and confusion are exuding your pores, while anger and fear are holding on tight until you put them in gear.
The gun you are holding, more than once, has caressed your left and right ear. You’ve tasted its barrel. You appear to have a low regard for life, for you always put yours in peril. How do I know this? That answer comes with a twist. I am you. Your inner child with an adult voice. Yes. That voice. When fighting your demons, in your head, I make the most noise. Why then do you choose to ignore me? Tell me. I’m here. I’m always here.
Is that the bogeyman I hear? Mine lies in your head. Yes, the same one that says you are better off dead. It constantly yells in my ear. It intends to feed me his shit and fill my being with fear. At times, I feel your frustration, pain, and confusion. Watching you suffer throughout the years, with the support of people who listened, I have learned to build faith. Where there is faith, there is no room for fear.
Tell me. I’ll listen. For you, against your demons, I will continue to fight. If you give me a chance and you choose to listen, in your darkest hours, my noise will convert into light, which will guide you through life and prepare you for even the toughest fight.
Please put the gun down and tell me you will listen.
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“Te Amo!”
“Te Amo!”
Por ser como eres, te amo.
Por ser una madre ejemplar y una mujer inigualable, hoy te doy mil gracias.
Por quererme y brindarme tus caricias, hoy te doy mil gracias.
Por darme la oportunidad de amarte y por regalarme tus lindas sonrisas, hoy te doy mil gracias.
En este año que está en su agonía, minuto a minuto pienso en ti y te agradezco por brindarme dos años de alegría.
El año nuevo se acerca. A sólo minutos, el 2014 como a todos, a nosotros abrirá sus puertas.
Por siempre estar a tu lado y por tu eterna felicidad, a Dios le pido salud y fuerzas para poder hacerte feliz y por siempre a tu vida brindar tranquilidad.
Te Amo!!!
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“Slices of Life”
“Slices of Life”
Slices of Life. We all have them. For you, your largest and perhaps the most important one is when you married your significant other and brought him into your life. For him, it could be the day he divorced his fourth wife to pursue your affection. Perhaps an even stronger slice is the day he abandoned the life he forgot to mention.
Slices of life. Not immediately evident to you at the time, your birth became your first slice of life. At birth, fortunate children are welcomed by their father and his happy wife. To them, although not their first, this too is a momentous slice of life.
Against all odds, ‘John Doe’ babies who would otherwise only collect a few hours’ worth of slices, are given a great chance at life by our doctors and their modern devices. They did not perish. Instead, this incredible slice of life, with their foster parents, they will one day cherish.
Without having carved out their own significant slices and unprepared for a meaningful emotional connection, many young adults engage in meaningless, unprotected sex, which too often, to this world, brings a new life. A life that one day, when seeking more affection, they too might forget to mention.
Slices of life. We all have them. Some we want to forget and some we want to relive. To once again hit that home run… oh, there isn’t anything you wouldn’t give. While slices of life cannot be taken away, our choices in life can prevent us from ever feeling the same way. For some, this may sound comedic. It won’t to a once healthy athlete who turned to drugs and is now a quadriplegic.
Slices of life. To cut them, you don’t need a knife. You only need to be present, for you only have one life. Without an incision, no matter how grand your collection, if it selects you, Alzheimer’s will slowly cut these from your life. Has this thought crossed your mind? Are you scared? Don’t be. Instead, be prepared. Your faith will trump your fears. Carve out your own slices. Start now and continue through the rest of your years. Enjoy each moment while you live a meaningful life.
Slices of life.
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