(wrote this @ work)
..Through my eyes..


It’s been a long day
seems like its been a long way.
Still I can see the picture
this is all so real.
All the changes, the tests,
the struggles to be the promises of what you made yourself to be,
a buisness person, a lawyer, a scientist who’ll fulfill
another’s foolish dream.

Chorus:
Yet through my eyes everything’s what it’s
suposed to be, what you make it to be.
The reality that life is greater than me.
That life has something in store for my dream,
for it’s real, and its beauty goes beyond you and me
cuz it’s life was given from the one above
so just smile and recognize that life is all about dreams,
and yes this preacher’s profanity is the joy that a smile
in your heart brings life in its own cuz in its all and all it is
you that gives life to me.

I remember how when I was nine it all started
happening right in front of my eyes,
didn’t know life had something in store for me,
yet I look above and pray for the hope which one day
will explode right in front of me.

And it is true that this tune might either be
about me or you, yet what matters is that
I got you to tune it.
And don’t think I forgot the promise we made
its just that life grabbed a toll of me for a little bit.
Its just that all the decissions we make
create the road that we take,
so then what happens to all the mistakes
those accidents brought in our way,
might be I dont have the answers today,
yet I know they’re not gona change
the fire behind my naked eyes.

Chorus::

I sit back and look at my parents now,
wondering why everything of what has
happened has happened so real within me,
as I look up above and ask for the grace in my heart,
cuz its all indisgrace my mind seems to see,
but even in darkness if its not their light that I see
I gotta find the light within me,
cuz I gotta learn how to forgive certain mistakes
they can’t even see.

Chorus fadesss....

An old lady in the path of my life use to tell me: Everything with good time. If you put your heart into your dreams, they'll come to you. I was a child, but her words, during all those sunsets, stay alive in me. She thought me many things, amongst those things, while knitting, she use to tell me how patience is the virtue of the wise women/men whose heart is pure and full of devine light. In her ways she tought me how to understand human beings, and more importantly- human feelings/relations. She knew the human heart as if it was written in the palm of her hands. Her heart was so pure. I never got to see her again in my life, left her behind. Now being older, I think about her now and then and I really miss her talks. All I can do is look at the sky at night and make a wish upon a star for her to rest in peace...I think the primal thing she tought me is that God is pure, and we are all pure beings, we just get tangled up with rocks of destiny. Life is hard, but if you have a pure heart you'll find that inner satisfaction that will forever lead your way.

just a thought...
I'm sitting here working.. My mind somewhere else. Traveling in time and space, and yet not knowing i was brought here to this, and somehow my heart has become a pupet and you the pupetier that handles it...Where is home? I felt it in your eyes, is it still there? I wonder about life. A life much more greater than my daily circumstances and my daily routine. It is in the hope and faith for that warmth reason what binds me here fighting amogst men just to find those sunsets I viewed as a child along with the warmthh of your embrace.

Ahh it is 3am just finished researching structural buildings on Richard Meier. Have to wake up early tomorrow go to wørk & then go to skøøl
So last weekend was hell because of the hurricane. I was driving in the middle of the storm.lol. My car almost got tilted over cuz of the wind. It was a rather interesting experience that I wish never happens again. This weekend however we have another comming up..
Anyhow gtg zzleeeeepp.. {{-_-}}ZZZZzzzzz

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Si vivieras dentro de mi
te darias cuenta
como todo ha sido bien vivido,
que mi corazón ha vivido todo tipo de tormentos,
pero, de verdad, no hay nada como lo que tú me haces pasar.
 
Cuando te conocí,
en tu casita llena de rosas,
estabas con esa cara linda, diciendo un millon de cosas
entre ellas el lamento de nuestro amor
pero tan contenta y radiante, mi amor
...Que nos paso?
Lo que paso en el tiempo fue cosa de
consiencia y libertad
pero tú nunca lo perdonaras, pero tú nunca lo entenderas.
Tras nuestros argumentos y los celos de la otra mujer
ya yo no puedo, mi amor,
este calvario es devastador.
Llorando día y noche,
haciendo preguntas que ni el mismo Dios conoce.
Y lloro porque tu has sido
el amor más grande y puro de mi vida,
que me siento tan vencida dentro de mi misma,
tener que dejarte ir para que tú con ella estes contenta
y tengas la misma cara que en tu casita la dejastes
si no tendria tantos sentimientos por ti
se me haria más facíl esta perfidia
y en cambio de todo ahora sé una cosa,
que nuestro amor
me dejó sin un corazón.
 
A si que cuidate mi'ja, dale pa' lante y que Dios te acompañe
porque sólo él sabra que pasara de mi.

Somos seres,

somos diosas

que del amor hicimos

odisea tan dificil.

 

Nosotras,

que nos quisimos tanto

ahora na' más vivimos

en pleitos que me matan.

 

Y dime querida,

cuales son tus planes

si yo no estoy en tu vida,

si me fuera yo de esta tierra

para que te des cuenta

que mi amor por ti es como una fruta celestial.

 

Dime querida,

que yo puedo hacer,

esta angustia me tortura, me enloquece

me desbarata el alma

porque tú conmigo juegas con la esperanza

escondiendote tras la nube de nuestro pasado.

 

Que tortura,

que lamentos

me haces vivir

si bien sabes que yo no se del amor,

si no te estoy amando a ti.

Lamento-

Me acuerdo como eras,
esos ojos firmes,
calidos y distantes,
estabas presente aunque perdida entre esperanzas y suenos quebrados.

Tu voz, firme, como el crepusculo sobre la tierra
sol que pronto se esconde,
amor que pronto escondes.

Entre los lamentos de esta vida nos conocimos,
y entre esos mismos lamentos nos perdimos,
aqui te amo
y temo que siempre te amare.

Nos quebramos el alma de tan fuerte pasion
y ahora no te encuentro
entre mil pedazos te has dispercido,
y en la loca ansiedad de arreglar esa imagen
aprendere a olvidarte
como tu lo has querido.

Entre gaviotas, mensajeras del atardecer,
me pregunto donde estas,
entre quienes hablas,
esa voz firme y distante,
la misma voz que rompe mi cordura.
La ansiedad de amar y siempre perder.
La melancolia del amor que con el tiempo dibuje en ti,
el deber, que con el mismo tiempo tendre que olvidarte,
que me hire de esta tierra para nunca mas volver.