Friday, May 25, 2007

... A Woman Should Have

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a youth she's content to leave behind....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and when to walk away...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...

Thursday, May 24, 2007

... Vivo

Por aquello que encontré en tus ojos.
Por aquello que perdí en la lucha.
Conocer la otra mitad es poco.
Comprender que solo estar, es más puro.

Me pondré el uniforme de piel humana.
No esperaba tanto resplandor.

El fin de amar
sentirse más
VIVO.

El fin del mar
es sentirse igual
VIVO.

Y como el fuego reflejado en el agua,
dibujaba particulas de Dios.

El fin de amar
sentirse más
VIVO.

El fin del mar
es sentirse igual
VIVO.

Conocer la otra mitad es poco.
Comprender que solo estar es más puro.

- Gustavo Cerati

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

... The dash

I read of a reverend who stood to speak at the funeral of his friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth... and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own; the cars...the house...the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard... are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left. (You could be at dash mid-range) .If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel. And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before. If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile... remembering that this special dash might only last a little while. So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash... would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?

by Linda Ellis

Sunday, May 13, 2007

... Madre

.... porque madre solo hay una

Madre

Son para contarte, Madre generosa,
Pálidas las voces, débil la expresión;
no ha dado la tierra vida más hermosa;
no eres criatura, eres creación.

El sol en tus ojos repartido el orbe
en las dos mitades de tu pecho en flor;
la miel en tus labios que la dicha absorbe,
la tierra en tus brazos, el cielo en tu amor

En tus heroísmos has sacrificado,
para que nos baje del cielo la luz,
tu amoroso pecho divino, clavado
en tus mismos brazos abiertos en cruz.

Eres la piadosa sombra en el camino
por donde viajamos de la dicha en pos,
lucero en la noche de nuestro destino
puente de esperanza entre el mundo y Dios




Para la mejor madre del mundo, porque es la mia.
Para la mujer mas bella, la mas hermosa, la mas amorosa.
La que me lo ha dado todo, y con todo el gusto del mundo.
Para la mujer que mas amo en la tierra.
Para la mujer que amo mas que a mi vida.
Para ella lo tengo todo; un amor inmenso, mi vida enterita.

Porque la madre es unica.
Quierela, besala, abrazala, apreciala, añorala, vivela, gozala; porque ella es unica.
Mujer como ella, ninguna.
Que Dios la bendiga, porque mi mamá es la mujer mas bella del mundo, mi todo.





P.S. It's mother's day in America. LOL.

Friday, May 11, 2007

... Cell phones come from hell

Hace como un anio y medio a mi me robaron mi celular, and around that time I had been thinking "hmm.. too many people have my cell phone number." Me robaron el celular y fue como que Dios heard my prayers. Yo me aproveche, cancele el numero y me coji uno nuevo. Y respire.

Hasta hoy.
Yo no le doy mi numero a todo el mundo, y es por algo. Porque a mi me gusta mi privacidad. No todo el mundo tiene que conocerme, no me interesa conocer a todo el mundo, solo a las personas adecuadas. Pero de verdad, hay personas que no entienden la palabra "no." Y eso me QUILLAAAAAA.

Si no te quiero dar mi numero, ES POR ALGO. TAKE THE FCKING HINT. Dios! Pero que hace el sabio? Se busca la manera de que le den mi numero. Y ESO ME QUILLO AUN MASSSSSSS. Yo no ando diciendole a todo el mundo mis problemas, no me interesa que todo el mundo sepa lo que esta pasando en mi vida, Y MENOS QUE GENTES QUE NO SON DE CONFIANZA TENGAN MI NUMERO DE CELULAR. Y lo que me quilla aun mas es que den mi numero antes de preguntarme. Es una falta de respeto, plain and simple.

Why?
I'll repeat myself again.
Because I like my privacy.
It's really that simple.
Sometimes it's wise to take no as an answer.
It really is.

I LOVE my privacy.
And in case you don't know what it means, the MSN Encarta Dictionary does a fantastic job at defining it.

Privacy

pri·va·cy

noun

Definition:


freedom from attention of others: freedom from the observation, intrusion, or attention of others

Friday, May 4, 2007

... Walking contradictions

It's like...

Not having enough air to breathe, so you need it from someone else.
Having so much energy you're tired.
Having so much hope that it's hopeless.
Being so happy that you end up feeling unhappy.
Having an endless sea of words in front of you, and yet none of them are appropriate to describe it.
Hunger that knows no satisfaction.
Making an exception for the exception.
Being home and feeling like a stranger.
Knowing what you're feeling, but not knowing what you're feeling.
A walking contradiction.
Seeing so much white, it's red.
Knowing what you want, but not knowing.
It's missing what you don't have when you do have it.
It's being unhappy when in reality you're ecstatic.
It's being you and having others confuse you with someone else.

And still words can't describe.
And still you're speechless.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

..... demonios

..... no fui a ver a Cerati.

Pero nada, valor.
Dios sabe lo que el hace.
Pero diablos, y demonios.
Yo queria ir.

Nahhh........
Desen Cerati!!!!
....y Soda!!!!!!



Te Para Tres - Gustavo Cerati
Viña del Mar 2007


Crimen - Gustavo Cerati
Viña del Mar 2007


Paseo Inmoral - Gustavo Cerati
Viña del Mar 2007


Cosas Imposibles - Gustavo Cerati

SODA!
El Ultimo Concierto


De Musica Ligera


Ella Uso Mi Cabeza Como Un Revolver


En la Ciudad de la Furia


Tratame Suavemente - Soda Stereo
En la Avenida 9 de Julio, Diciembre 1991
[Dios mio yo amo esta cancion, y en esa version!]

Good thing youtube is good for something. =p

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

.... No Sé Tú

No sé tú
Pero yo no dejo de pensar
Ni un minuto me logro despojar
De tus besos, tus abrazos,
De lo bien que la pasamos la otra vez

No sé tú
Pero yo quisiera repetir
El cansancio que mi hiciste sentir
Con la noche que me diste
Y el momento que con besos construiste

No sé tú
Pero yo te he comenzado a extrañar
En mi almohada no te dejo de pensar
Con las gentes, mis amigos,
En las calles, sin testigos

No sé tú
Pero yo te busco en cada amanecer
Mis deseos no los puedo contener
En las noches cuando duermo
Si, de insomnio, yo me enfermo
Me haces falta, mucha falta
No sé tú