Yo se.
Yo se que tengo la tendencia a pedir cosas triviales.
Yo se que no soy la mejor en muchas cosas.
Yo se que pido cosas que tal vez no necesite.
Yo se que mi paciencia no es igual con todo el mundo.
Yo se que a veces me desespero.
Se que no siempre doy las gracias por las cosas buenas en mi vida; y que a veces pongo a un lado las cosas que si son importante por ponerme a pensar en cosas que no merecen la misma importancia.
Se que son pocas las veces que me inspiro a pedir por el bien estar de mi familia, de mis amigos, y de todos los otros que no tiene nada que ver conmigo.
Se que solo te busco cuando mi corazon siente angustia; cuando la fuerza no da para mas y me paro, y me siento a llorar y a contemplar lo injusto que la vida es. Hay veces que se me olvida que el sufriemiento es opcional, a lo contrario que el dolor lo cual es inevitable.
Pero hoy es el dia.
Hoy pido perdon por las pocas veces que te he buscado desde los 8 años. Porque siento que te he hechado a un lado y solo te busco cuando me siento mas sola que nunca. Pero yo se que tu nunca has dejado de estar a mi lado; porque cuando siento que no puedo mas, que la razon no da para mas, que mis rodillas se van a dar por vencidas yo se que tu estas ahi. Estas ahi en mis momentos bellos, y estas ahi en mis momentos oscuros. Siempre estas ahi.
Perdoname, porque no soy la persona ejemplar que muchos quicieran. Perdoname porque no sigo mis propios consejos. Perdoname por todas las veces que he fallado, y he hechado mi talento a menos.
Mi tendencia es echarlo todo al azar cuando ya no puedo mas.
Mi tendencia es darme por vencida.
Y hoy tambien es el dia.
Hoy te doy las gracias. Te doy las mil gracias por mi familia, porque no es perfecta. Te doy gracias por mis amigos, que me sostienen cuando siento que todo mi cielo se estralla con el suelo. Te doy gracias por dejar que yo me encuentre con algo que en verdad solo soñe. Gracias, porque aunque a veces siento que me duele el alma, es un dolor que me mantiene humilde.
Mi vida ha sido bendecida con personas especiales, y me has dado mas que a muchos.
Gracias.
Y como es mi tendencia siempre pedirte algo, perdona que esta vez no sea la excepcion. Yo quiero pedirte que me ayudes.
Dame paciencia cuando la paciencia se me va a los pies.
Dame fuerza para cuando sienta que no pueda mas.
Ayudame a mantenerme humilde.
Ayudame a conseguir lo que no me atrevo a escribir.
De la forma que tu pienses mas adecuada, ayudame.
Ayudame a ser mejor persona; mejor hija; mejor amiga; mejor hermana; ayudame a ser mejor.
Dame fuerzas para cuando quiera sentarme a llorar, acordarme de lo linda que es mi vida. Y a encontrar la belleza en el dolor que suelo sentir.
Tu me haz dado los instrumentos, ayudame a aprender como usarlos.
Aydame a siempre tenerte presente, y a no solo buscarte cuando me sienta sola; porque se que nunca lo estoy.
Y de nuevo, gracias.
Porque tu me lo has dado todo.
Muchas gracias.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
... Y quiero decirte que
Espero tus llamadas con ansias.
Que me haces falta todos los dias.
Que se que tu apoyo es incondicional.
Que hablar contigo siempre me lleva a un lugar lleno de paz.
Que cuando me quiera desahogar, se que es en ti que puedo contar.
Que la distancia no es nada porque siempre te tengo presente.
Que las memorias que creamos son algo que me sostiene.
Que algo mejor que tu todavia no ha llegado a mi vida.
Que tu amistad siempre ha sido incondicional.
Que tus palabras me levantan cuando tengo el alma por el suelo.
Que me conoces mejor que nadie.
Y por eso ...
Le doy las mil gracias a tu madre por tenerte.
Le doy las mil gracias al destino que nos presento.
Le doy las mil gracias a la vida porque dejo que te encuentre cuando estaba en un lugar oscuro.
Y quiero decirte que...
Por ti lo haria todo.
Por verte sonreir cruzaria todos los mares del mundo.
Por oirte feliz te dijera lo que sea, pero nunca te mentiria.
Gracias.... quiero decirte gracias desde el fondo de mi corazoncito fracturado. Mil gracias, por que sin ti yo no fuera yo; porque sin ti mi vida fuera mas dificil; sin ti mi sonrisa no fuera la de siempre y mi mirada estaria nublada. Mil gracias por estar en mi vida, y hacer que ella sea mas bella todos los dias.
Somos prueba que hay amistades que vencen obstaculos como la distancia, y las peleas. Mi manita del alma, mi amiga que siempre vela por mi, me haces muchisima falta. No cabe duda, como tu no hay nadie; y por eso te puedo decir con toda la sinceridad que poseo que te adoro con el alma.
She's the best.
Que me haces falta todos los dias.
Que se que tu apoyo es incondicional.
Que hablar contigo siempre me lleva a un lugar lleno de paz.
Que cuando me quiera desahogar, se que es en ti que puedo contar.
Que la distancia no es nada porque siempre te tengo presente.
Que las memorias que creamos son algo que me sostiene.
Que algo mejor que tu todavia no ha llegado a mi vida.
Que tu amistad siempre ha sido incondicional.
Que tus palabras me levantan cuando tengo el alma por el suelo.
Que me conoces mejor que nadie.
Y por eso ...
Le doy las mil gracias a tu madre por tenerte.
Le doy las mil gracias al destino que nos presento.
Le doy las mil gracias a la vida porque dejo que te encuentre cuando estaba en un lugar oscuro.
Y quiero decirte que...
Por ti lo haria todo.
Por verte sonreir cruzaria todos los mares del mundo.
Por oirte feliz te dijera lo que sea, pero nunca te mentiria.
Gracias.... quiero decirte gracias desde el fondo de mi corazoncito fracturado. Mil gracias, por que sin ti yo no fuera yo; porque sin ti mi vida fuera mas dificil; sin ti mi sonrisa no fuera la de siempre y mi mirada estaria nublada. Mil gracias por estar en mi vida, y hacer que ella sea mas bella todos los dias.
Somos prueba que hay amistades que vencen obstaculos como la distancia, y las peleas. Mi manita del alma, mi amiga que siempre vela por mi, me haces muchisima falta. No cabe duda, como tu no hay nadie; y por eso te puedo decir con toda la sinceridad que poseo que te adoro con el alma.
She's the best.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
... Trust me on the sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
...But trust me on the sunscreen.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
...But trust me on the sunscreen.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
... Mal de Amor
Quiero amarte con pasión
Y brincar de flor en flor
Y en un trébol darte amor
Cariño
Y arroparte bajo el sol
Con hojitas de un limón
Y estrujar tu corazón
Al mío
Una higuera quiero ser
Para regarte la piel
Un espejo de algodón
Florido
Un kilómetro de mar, ay
Un pellejo de acordeón
Pa(ra) entonar una canción
Contigo
Hazme un invierno de papel
Donde tirite mi querer
Tráeme una agüita de ilusión
Para mojar la savia de este amor
Pero que mira qué bonito va
Qué bonito es
Mal de amor...
- Juan Luis Guerra
Y brincar de flor en flor
Y en un trébol darte amor
Cariño
Y arroparte bajo el sol
Con hojitas de un limón
Y estrujar tu corazón
Al mío
Una higuera quiero ser
Para regarte la piel
Un espejo de algodón
Florido
Un kilómetro de mar, ay
Un pellejo de acordeón
Pa(ra) entonar una canción
Contigo
Hazme un invierno de papel
Donde tirite mi querer
Tráeme una agüita de ilusión
Para mojar la savia de este amor
Pero que mira qué bonito va
Qué bonito es
Mal de amor...
- Juan Luis Guerra
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