siempre hermosa...

TRUE COLORS

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Trapped in your own games?

*Be careful when the voice of your ego´s desires speaks louder than the voice of your heart´s desires. Perhaps you might hear it loud, but it will be of no use for you. And be even more careful, when the voice of your ego´s desires speaks to you so loud that you can´t listen to the voice of your heart´s true needs. You might get trapped in the games of your ego, and live unsatisfied for ever. Listen... to your heart instead.*

*Tenga cuidado cuando la voz de los deseos del ego le hable más fuerte que la de los deseos del corazón. Puede que la oiga más, pero le servirá menos. Y tenga aún mas cuidado, cuando la voz de los deseos del ego le hable tan fuerte que opaque la voz de las verdaderas necesidades de su corazón. Podría caer en el juego de su ego y vivir insatisfecho siempre. Hágale caso mas bien... a su corazón.*

by *Star*

En algún lugar...

En algún lugar al que nunca he viajado

(e.e cummings)

En algún lugar al que nunca he viajado, alegremente más allá
de toda experiencia, tus ojos tienen su silencio:
en tu gesto más frágil hay cosas que me encierran
o que no puedo tocar porque están demasiado cerca.

tu mirada más leve me abrirá fácilmente.
aunque me haya cerrado como un puño,
tu siempre abres pétalo a pétalo mi ser como la primavera abre
(con un toque diestro y misterioso) su primera rosa.

o si deseas cerrarme, yo y
mi vida nos cerraremos hermosa, súbitamente,
como cuando el corazón de ésta flor imagina
la nieve cayendo cuidadosa por doquier.

nada que hayamos de percibir en este mundo iguala
el poder de tu fragilidad intensa, cuya textura
me compele con el color de sus campos,
vertiendo la muerte y el para siempre con cada respiración.

( yo no sé que hay en tí que se cierra
y abre; apenas algo en mí comprende
que la voz de tus ojos es más profunda que todas las rosas)
nadie, ni siquiera la lluvia tiene manos tan pequeñas.

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Somewhere I have never travelled
(e.e. cummings)

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond


any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which I cannot touch because they are too near



your slightest look will easily unclose me

though I have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose



or if your wish be to close me, I and

my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing



(I do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Nada es normal

Take an acoustic guitar, two beautiful voices, a sexy portugese accent,

sweet lyrics and music. what do you get?

Victor & Leo

*Nada Es Normal*

La luz vas a apagar y el cielo a encender

todo está tranquilo por aquí.

Te voy a conocer, me voy a apasionar,

no hay mucho mas que decir.

Estamos frente a frente

nuestros labios no resisten,

nuestros ojos son testigos, el amor existe

todo es tan real, pero nada es normal.

Jamás había vivido un sentimiento tan profundo

quedarme aquí a tu lado

es lo mas lindo de este mundo

todo es tan real, pero nada es normal.

Te voy a conocer, me voy a apasionar,

no hay mucho mas que decir.

Estamos frente a frente

nuestros labios no resisten,

nuestros ojos son testigos, el amor existe

todo es tan real, pero nada es normal.

Jamás había vivido un sentimiento tan profundo

quedarme aquí a tu lado

es lo mas lindo de este mundo

todo es tan real, pero nada es normal.

Astrology and Awakening .

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Gina Lake @ Radical Happiness

My last conversation with Love

My last conversation with Love. **

by *Star*

Love came to my bedroom last night and laid down next to me. We remained in silence for hours. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything either. Then, when the night was still dark, and knowing in advance what he was going to ask me I said: - So, what are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come here anymore.

He said: - I miss you. I miss you deeply! You used to care about me. I’m hungry. You haven’t fed me lately and I’m thirsty. Why are you doing this to me? I remember you said that I was the most special Love in your whole life, and that you were going to feed me and give me water every day for ever. So? What happened? Seriously, I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. I can’t live like this.

I said: - Yes, I know, and I remember what I said, but I can’t feed you anymore. Neither can I give you water, because you’ll be still hungry but you’ll be alive for a long time and it will be more painful for you and for me. And I know about pain, believe me, and ask my broken heart if you don’t!

- But I will die!! ! You promised many things! You are being cruel! - He said

- I couldn’t be sadder and you know it Love. I am not a woman who leaves Love abandoned. I am not a woman who doesn’t feed and nurture Love. I would give anything for you Love. But I want you to understand that I just can’t, because if I do, you, Love, will live for ever but I will die of sadness and madness.

Love was upset and stood up. Walked around my bed for a while, in silence, and then sat down in the corner of my bedroom. He was crying, just as I was crying. We were running out of tears.

Love was sad. So sad, for him and for me, and he tried to give me hope that 'the one' would come back and then Love could live with us. He tried to convince me that because I thought I had been a good person, and because I loved him so much and cared so much about him, 'the one' would keep me in his heart and he would come back someday. He tried to convince me of many really stupid things, for hours...

I knew Love was saying all those things because he was hungry and thirsty. So I paid little attention to what he was saying. All I said was - No, I won’t feed you. No I won’t give you water.

Just before dawn, and after we had remained in silence for he last hour, he looked at me and said: -Are you sure you want me to die?

I said: - Love, you know I don’t want you to die, but I have to let you die. Because I need to be “alive”. That means that you have to remain in silence for the rest of your life and understand that when the time comes, and you are dying I will not do anything to save you. I’m not pretending that you, Love who knows me the best, will agree or understand this I’m doing, but I’m telling you in advance, so you are warned of what is going to happen to you and how you are going to die.

He said: - But I’m hungry! Please, please, feed me, at least give me a small glass of water! I’m alive now. So alive... please don’t let me die!

I said: - I gotta go to work.

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** I wrote this a while ago. And after all... I can´t say Love *dies* as an animal or a plant or a person ... maybe it was just *transformed*. I do have to say though, that I had to put immense amounts of effort to let it slowly be *transformed* into something different than the profoundest hate. Maybe *that* was my lesson.