Sunday, 26 June 2016

Wherever you go, go with all your heart

If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight....

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other

God or the universe or whatever one chooses to label the great systems of balance and order doesn't recognize Earth-time. To the universe, four days is no different than four billion light years. I try to keep that in mind....
I sometimes have the feeling I've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about...
So here I am walking around with you inside of me. The old dreams were good dreams, they didn't work out, but I'm glad I had them...
The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward me...
I don't like feeling sorry for myself. That's not who I am. And most of the time I don't feel that way. Instead, I am grateful for having at least found you. We could have flashed by one another like two pieces of cosmic dust....
Something I've never been able to adapt to, to understand is how they can lavish such love and care on the animals and then see them sold for slaughter. I don't dare say anything about it, though.
I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life....


No matter who we are or where we live, deep inside we all feel incomplete. It’s like we have lost something and need to get it back. Just what that something is, most of us never find out. May love find you when you least expect, where you least expect....

Between your fingers you hold a stone and throw it into flowing water. The effect might not be easy to see. There will be a small ripple where the stone breaks the surface and then a splash, muffled by the rush
of the surrounding river. That’s all.
Throw a stone into a lake. The effect will be not only visible but also far more lasting. The stone will disrupt the still waters. A circle will form where the stone hit the water, and in a flash that circle will multiply into another, then another. Before long the ripples caused by one plop will expand until they can be felt everywhere along the mirrored surface of the water. Only when the circles reach the shore will they stop and die out.
If a stone hits a river, the river will treat it as yet another commotion in its already tumultuous course. Nothing unusual. Nothing unmanageable.
If a stone hits a lake, however, the lake will never be the same again...

Thursday, 16 June 2016

The Dolls of Japan

In Japan dolls have been a part of everyday life since ancient times. Japanese dolls reflect the customs of Japan and the aspirations of its people, possess distinctive regional attributes, and over the centuires have developed in many diverse forms. Dolls, provide a showcase for traditional Japanese craft products such as textiles.
In Japan on March 3 of each year families with daughters celebrate the Hina Matsuri or Doll Festival. On this day, each family sets out a number of dolls for display, placing a male - female pair of hina dolls at the top of display as a sign of their prayer for the happiness of their young daughters. 
The festival for boys that corresponds to the Doll's Festival is called Tango no Sekku (Flag Festival), is held on May 5. Families with sons display sets of miniature armor and figures of costumed warriors and prayers that their sons will grow up strong and healthy.
Hakata dolls which are made in the Hakata area of Kyushu and are representative of clay dolls in Japan, are known for their beautiful colors.
Ichimatsu dolls which realistically depict Japanese children were originally made in the image of Kabuki actor Sanogawa Ichi-matsu.

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Quizas tu estes equivocada, talves no sabes lo que es amor....

Aunque nunca hemos hablado
Te conozco por la lengua
Esto se escribe
y eso que he leído.
Es fácil con el largo vino 
perder la cabeza y la memoria, 
recuperar con el largo vino la cabeza 
y la memoria inexistentes. 
Es fácil la ausencia, 
el arrebato, el olvido. 
Y qué no decir de los cuerpos 
que inventa el vino o la oscuridad, 
Naturalmente, menos cuerpo 
y menos invento 
que la piel que te espera. 
Hay que hacer el amor con los ojos bien abiertos...
Usted me trajo
un mundo de palabras
pluma y tinta concebido
la mente y el corazón creer.
En esta noche de verano
me detengo un rato para ver las estrellas
en silencio dar gracias
para su palabra escrita.... 

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees...

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride.
So, I love you because you first touched my heart and soul, then my hand.....

Wednesday, 8 June 2016

If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop, because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips....

The headrest set you, hand that write you 
Therefore, rest your head and 
read  a treasured dream all the more quietly.
I care for no one else but you,
I tear my soul to cease the pain,
I think maybe you feel the same?!
What can I do?
Really, I don't know what could possibly be done.
For me the men were just squaring the circle.
And after all these years I was stuck between Euclid and Hilbert.
Indeed, I don't know what  could I tell you
I'm writing to you, with a dim hope
that you'll read this .....


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