Sunday, November 30, 2008

Marzetti Coleslaw Dressing Pasta

The Power of Attraction


Pocas veces sabemos el efecto que producen nuestras palabras y actos en las demás personas. Es más, muy poquitas veces nos lo hacen saber. Si malo es hacer daño sin saberlo, igual de malo es ser especial para alguien y no saberlo tampoco. Y es que las personas cambiamos de categoría a nuestras compañías para la vida por esas pequeñas aportaciones diarias o esporádicas.
Echa la vista atrás por un segundo y piensa en lo que creías que duraría aquella relación y cómo se fue como el humo. Recuerda aquella malísima impresión que tuviste al encontrarte por primera vez con quien ahora es imprescindible en tu vida. Nada es como parecía que sería y es ahí lies the magic of human relationships. It is true that there are relationships doomed to failure, others that seem to be predestined to survive, some of which are frowned upon and therefore not even try, but all are remarkable for their results if we analyze the time spent.
But there is an exception (there's always an exception ...) There is that relationship that you consider healthy, durable and with good intentions from the start. It's like a sixth sense that tells you that something will happen when it is still miles away and no evidence. And little by little, you're changing the status of that person because of his actions and his words and you can only hope that you also ascend in the ranking of friendship. Probably do, but do not know. That's where comes the bad (not always less) of silence. We say so little (or nothing) how good we think of others ... to criticize Brave and cowardly to love. That is why it feels so good to hear or read to others we are special, we thank our words and deeds.

rarely know the effect produced by our words and actions on others. Moreover, very little time we do know.

But you do know how. Thank you for your murmurs of affection.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Cartoon Network Birthday Blast

Two years and one day

Life is full of moments that mark a before and after. I, at that time, I call Moments Hope. " And is that whenever we touch bottom or we self-limit mark a turning point in our lives. For better or for worse, but always full of hope.

Today is 16 November. Two years and one day wrote a farewell (with intent to return) in this blog. Belatedly, I have fulfilled the promise of return. In another life, other companies, improved smile and mosaic preparation, back to describe with my words.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

How To Get A Leafeon On Pokemon Indigo

Someday, Guatemala


Entre cráteres y matapalos se alza un grito
de tierra que nunca pudo levantarse
y clama de rodillas,
jaguar enjaulado
de sangre añil,
son tus colores la hebra
de lo que nunca ha cambiado
ni las revoluciones
ni tus caminos hundidos,
desesperanza en alambre de espino
aleteas Quetzal brumoso
descendiendo la garganta cálida
de la jungla feroz,
contra tu orgullo Maya
se juega sumisa
la injusticia varada
en el jardín de delicias,
no permitas que se quede
como inframundo de lágrimas
de tu belleza absoluta,
Guatemala.

Friday, April 4, 2008

How To Get Over Tonsillitis

boundless


anticipation, and there seems no need to correct your delusions. Opening all doors to ventilate the tender laceration. Melodic arches, it's time to weave tales with subtlety. Caught between alertness and anxiety so abysmal, and again found the beast's eyes, paradise embedded in his eyes. Does not contain this joy hungry, I dissipates. I tore into self-contemplation. All retained, the caustic saliva, coughing and laughing.
The pleasure in pain that occurs with touching cold, sharp as indecision. The eyelids as tar, butterflies rough. The contradiction, strange rhythm that animates my feet and those who are saved in the land of complacency. The metaphors in your haste, the new birth after death. Dirty truth, put away your face when you scoffing, know your slips, just ask you to help me once again to glide weightless on your array manifold. Play with my soul here among the large caves, lying with slow lizards, tearing at my bleeding hollow. Show me the days, I'll be following among the appearances, subtle servant, lost in thoughts that are not in this life. Ah, the inevitable shock, the frenzied atmosphere, the pleasure of frequencies replaced me tonight when I get lost in your touch serene. Stab me with your light, I will give my talent, everything is crisp. Sacrifícame beloved indescribable for you now awake, waiting.