tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41884701423682539252024-03-13T14:00:23.627-07:00In search of my inner writerMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-9142114030288999082022-05-24T19:38:00.000-07:002022-05-24T19:38:14.237-07:00Amour, amour, amourL'amour! C'est quoi l'amour???<blockquote></blockquote>
Je me demande...<blockquote></blockquote>
Est-ce que l'amour est parti?<blockquote></blockquote>
Est-ce que l'amour est dans le miroir?<blockquote></blockquote>
Est-ce que l'amour est perdu?<blockquote></blockquote>
L'amour! C'est quoi l'amour?<blockquote></blockquote>
Les petites messages<blockquote></blockquote>
Les petites mensonges<blockquote></blockquote>
Le verbiage...<blockquote></blockquote>
Les yeux fermés<blockquote></blockquote>
Le silence?<blockquote></blockquote>
Je me demande pourquoi on devrait le trouver<blockquote></blockquote>
Est-ce que l'amour est perdu? <blockquote></blockquote>
Est'ce que l'amour nous a demandé qu'on y aille à la guerre pour le trouver<blockquote></blockquote>
L'amour! C'est quoi l'amour?<blockquote></blockquote>
Je reflechis...<blockquote></blockquote>
J'arrête...<blockquote><blockquote>
Parce que en écoutant ce que l'amour veut vraiment dire <blockquote></blockquote>
Je peux finalement le comprendre <blockquote></blockquote>
L'amour! Je sais! <blockquote></blockquote>
L'amour est déjà là! <blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2WSlv-L40YebbH3r__Fl49BE0hN9z1nALvN1HPuB4axqS4Jn4G2m12aodEc7cUH7tExt9O09GTLUvA7N6Eo_EYwNgttGckE_o3VmqcwlANc-KzeZaC_NtRp3g7WUumwFqJ3sdmENGHkC-VrP-rqu5bMnC1Icp3ODtwDrC0-NhNQSc05UFB-o-LGb/s2907/moibetter2.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="2907" data-original-width="1999" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2WSlv-L40YebbH3r__Fl49BE0hN9z1nALvN1HPuB4axqS4Jn4G2m12aodEc7cUH7tExt9O09GTLUvA7N6Eo_EYwNgttGckE_o3VmqcwlANc-KzeZaC_NtRp3g7WUumwFqJ3sdmENGHkC-VrP-rqu5bMnC1Icp3ODtwDrC0-NhNQSc05UFB-o-LGb/s320/moibetter2.jpg"/></a></div></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-30312531665001696612021-11-27T15:34:00.011-08:002022-05-24T18:52:17.354-07:00Breathe, breathe, breathe!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37vB10FFAng/YaLDVJbTLUI/AAAAAAAAbM4/H8PmyOuDMiM9saC9PRPICJ0PeCK9UKm4wCNcBGAsYHQ/s672/breathe.PNG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: right; float: right;"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="529" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37vB10FFAng/YaLDVJbTLUI/AAAAAAAAbM4/H8PmyOuDMiM9saC9PRPICJ0PeCK9UKm4wCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/breathe.PNG"/></a></div>Breathe, breathe, breathe<blockquote></blockquote>
You can do this! You can do this!<blockquote></blockquote>
Grandma, Great-grandma I'm calling you<blockquote></blockquote>
Breathe, breathe, breathe<blockquote></blockquote>
I'm breakable! I know this now<blockquote></blockquote>
Come to me and assuage this excruciating pain<blockquote></blockquote>
Grandma, Great-grandma you are with me<blockquote></blockquote>
You tell me, "breathe, breathe, breathe"<blockquote></blockquote>
I can't let the pain control my spirit<blockquote></blockquote>
I can't let the pain take over my mind<blockquote></blockquote>
Breathe, breathe, breathe<blockquote></blockquote>
I'm lying on the ground, but I'm still here<blockquote></blockquote>
A thousands of thoughts crossing my head<blockquote></blockquote>
and I just keep telling myself, "breathe, breathe, breathe"<blockquote></blockquote>
The adrenaline keeps me from screaming out of pain<blockquote></blockquote>
I'm breakable! I know this now<blockquote></blockquote>
Needles and more needles<blockquote></blockquote>
I can't feel them anymore<blockquote></blockquote>
A long trip ahead<blockquote></blockquote>
Hours and hours and I'm still here feeling this biting pain<blockquote></blockquote>
Hours and hours and I must stay strong<blockquote></blockquote>
Needles and needles<blockquote></blockquote>
Medicine and medicine, but I'm still in dreadful pain<blockquote></blockquote>
Thousands of thoughts in my mind<blockquote></blockquote>
Will I make it on time?<blockquote></blockquote>
Will I walk along a heavenly beach again?<blockquote></blockquote>
Will I climb a Hawaiian mountain again?<blockquote></blockquote>
Will I keep exploring this magical world?<blockquote></blockquote>
Breathe, breathe, breathe<blockquote></blockquote>
The pain is so harrowing that for a second I see myself dying<blockquote></blockquote>
I close my eyes and hear these words, "You can't die. You're eternal."<blockquote></blockquote>
I'm breakable and I know this now<blockquote></blockquote>
I could die and I'm grateful for my life<blockquote></blockquote>
I could die now and I don't regret anything<blockquote></blockquote>
I could die, but my spirit will never die<blockquote></blockquote>
Breathe, breathe, breathe<blockquote></blockquote>
I close my eyes and I feel my body like a ghost<blockquote></blockquote>
My body wanting to heal itself<blockquote></blockquote>
What a powerful thought!<blockquote></blockquote>
I'm perfect! My body is perfect!<blockquote></blockquote>
Breathe, breathe, breathe<blockquote></blockquote>
My body is breakable, but my spirit is unconquerable!<blockquote></blockquote>
Photograph by Engin Akyurt
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-15387681710419257502019-11-23T13:43:00.000-08:002019-11-23T13:52:24.656-08:00BoliviaNayax sutimax munta,<blockquote></blockquote>
qullunakamax, jawiranakamax,<blockquote></blockquote>
ch’umimax, pampamax.<blockquote></blockquote>
Nayax wali imantatamax munta.<blockquote></blockquote>
ch’uxña willjtamax.<blockquote></blockquote>
wawa phaxsimax.<blockquote></blockquote>
Waynanakax jumalayku jachapxta,<blockquote></blockquote>
nayax jumalayku jachata.<blockquote></blockquote>
Nayax nayrapachamax munta,<blockquote></blockquote>
ch’axwanakax, amuyunakamax.<blockquote></blockquote>
Uñt’smawa, uñt’istawa.<blockquote></blockquote>
Jach’a markajax,<blockquote></blockquote>
nayax jumar munta.<blockquote></blockquote>
(Traducción Español)<blockquote></blockquote>
Amo tu nombre,<blockquote></blockquote>
tus montañas, tus ríos,<blockquote></blockquote>
tu selva, tu llano.<blockquote></blockquote>
Amo demasiado tu verdad,<blockquote></blockquote>
tu verde amanecer,<blockquote></blockquote>
tu luna nueva.<blockquote></blockquote>
Los jóvenes lloran por ti,<blockquote></blockquote>
Yo lloro por ti.<blockquote></blockquote>
Amo demasiado tu pasado,<blockquote></blockquote>
amo tus luchas, amo tus ideas.<blockquote></blockquote>
Te conozco, me conoces.<blockquote></blockquote>
Mi gran tierra,<blockquote></blockquote>
Te amo a ti.<blockquote></blockquote>
(English Translation)<blockquote></blockquote>
I love your name, <blockquote></blockquote>
your mountains, your rivers, <blockquote></blockquote>
your jungle, your valleys.<blockquote></blockquote>
I deeply love your truth, <blockquote></blockquote>
your green dawn, <blockquote></blockquote>
your new moon.<blockquote></blockquote>
Youth cry for you, <blockquote></blockquote>
I cry for you.<blockquote></blockquote>
I deeply love your past, <blockquote></blockquote>
I love your struggle, I love your ideas.<blockquote></blockquote>
I know you, you know me. <blockquote></blockquote>
My glorious land, <blockquote></blockquote>
I love YOU.<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3P7XDrB75kY/Xdmn8QlUBJI/AAAAAAAAQcI/b6XpfGr4Rf4xj48U1r8e88yjtc4rhEhEgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/323162_10150343253809633_1137845148_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3P7XDrB75kY/Xdmn8QlUBJI/AAAAAAAAQcI/b6XpfGr4Rf4xj48U1r8e88yjtc4rhEhEgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/323162_10150343253809633_1137845148_o.jpg" width="240" height="320" data-original-width="1200" data-original-height="1600" /></a></div></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-65273098010885809482018-04-12T19:11:00.001-07:002018-04-13T13:55:39.155-07:00UnforgettableI hear "Unforgettable"<blockquote></blockquote>
and my heart starts to dance<blockquote></blockquote>
I dance with you in my mind<blockquote></blockquote>
I dance with you and I can see your soul<blockquote></blockquote>
You loved me so much!<blockquote></blockquote>
I loved you even more than that!<blockquote></blockquote>
and this is why our story will remain forever unforgettable<blockquote></blockquote>
You fled...because you knew you would never ever leave me<blockquote></blockquote>
but I will be "Unforgettable" to you<blockquote></blockquote>
and here I keep dancing waiting for you<blockquote></blockquote>
Viens-ici! et embrasse moi!<blockquote></blockquote>
tu sais que tu m'aimes<blockquote></blockquote>
tu sais que je te manque énormément!<blockquote></blockquote>
Viens-ici, parce que moi...j'ai déjà oublié tout le doleur<blockquote></blockquote>
parce qu'on est "unforgettable"!<blockquote></blockquote>
Dedicated to Nat King Cole.<blockquote></blockquote><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fB4JHKgN_I8&index=27&list=RDGMEMQ1dJ7wXfLlqCjwV0xfSNbAVMMBaguSi4uWc"></a>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-79774714555748770222017-11-03T13:45:00.000-07:002018-11-30T12:40:32.501-08:00Prince Not CharmingSomeone who would never get tired of hearing my crazy ideas<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who would always be there when I need him<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone whose tiny car would take us wherever we want<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who would be a book lover<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who would talk politics, music, and would appreciate my crazy taste in art<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who would feel we´re making magic together<blockquote></blockquote>
While we try to communicate<blockquote></blockquote>
So much to give, so much to say,<blockquote></blockquote>
Don’t tell me what ending to write<blockquote></blockquote>
This is me in the writing<blockquote></blockquote>
This is me in every single word<blockquote></blockquote>
I’m not afraid of being who I am<blockquote></blockquote>
I’m not afraid of saying what I believe in even if that hurts<blockquote></blockquote>
Because life is like that…you must hear nice and awful stuff<blockquote></blockquote>
Nothing is like in the old love stories you once have read<blockquote></blockquote>
Or maybe it is, once you´ve accepted who you are<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who won´t get tired of dancing<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who won´t give up<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who would commit<blockquote></blockquote>
Not to me, but to his feelings<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who won´t deny who he is<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who won´t hide his flows, but learn from them<blockquote></blockquote>
A story I wanna read again and again<blockquote></blockquote>
A story of two<blockquote></blockquote>
A story of us<blockquote></blockquote>
That’s the “prince not charming” I want<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-89094241333229031562016-08-12T19:48:00.000-07:002017-11-21T12:31:05.617-08:00Losing My VoiceWoke up and no word could come out<blockquote></blockquote>
My brain bombarded by thoughts<blockquote></blockquote>
Good thoughts, bad thoughts, ugly thoughts<blockquote></blockquote>
Good thoughts like I´m alive<blockquote></blockquote>
Bad thoughts like I hate feeling this emptiness<blockquote></blockquote>
Ugly thoughts like I wish I had never fallen into this void<blockquote></blockquote>
Woke up and no word could come out<blockquote></blockquote>
Felt helpless and so weak<blockquote></blockquote>
Felt like nothing<blockquote></blockquote>
A “nothing” person<blockquote></blockquote>
A “nothing” woman<blockquote></blockquote>
A nothing that can´t be loved<blockquote></blockquote>
A nothing that was tossed when less expected<blockquote></blockquote>
Woke up and no word could come out<blockquote></blockquote>
And a “larme” rolled over my face<blockquote></blockquote>
A “larme” then multiplied into an ocean<blockquote></blockquote>
A gloomy hurricane of emotions trapped me<blockquote></blockquote>
Woke up and no word could come out<blockquote></blockquote>
Not that word that I used to say, “babe”<blockquote></blockquote>
Not those words that I used to say, “I love you”<blockquote></blockquote>
Woke up and no word could come out<blockquote></blockquote>
Just silence and weakness<blockquote></blockquote>
And then out of nowhere<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am with no voice, but with hope<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am with no voice, but immensely stronger<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am a “nothing” with no voice, but climbing “Everest” little by little<blockquote></blockquote>
Yes, you are gone, but I´m still here<blockquote></blockquote>
Yes, I have no voice, but I´m still me<blockquote></blockquote>
Got my way lost, but I´m finding it back somehow<blockquote></blockquote>
Woke up and no word could come out<blockquote></blockquote>
But here I am writing this poem not to you, but to me!<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am rediscovering, reinventing, redefining who I am<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am with no voice, but with a mighty heart<blockquote></blockquote>
Losing my voice, losing you…how long can this last?<blockquote></blockquote>
Not much because this is me who we´re talking about!<blockquote></blockquote>
A nothing who is something<blockquote></blockquote>
A nothing who is something without you<blockquote></blockquote>
Losing my voice, losing you…how hard could it be?<blockquote></blockquote>
Yes, I loved you! But it is not all about you anymore!<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am and I want to sing!<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am and I´m ready to rise and show you that you never defined me<blockquote></blockquote>
Here I am…sorry! Not to show you anything, but to show me the beautiful “nothing” I am<blockquote></blockquote>
LOSING MY VOICE WON´T LAST FOREVER!<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6FNOc3yRk4/V66KUNU_-eI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FhJMKLOzYKA5e-L6kfpCECarj79bWZkbQCLcB/s1600/voice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6FNOc3yRk4/V66KUNU_-eI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FhJMKLOzYKA5e-L6kfpCECarj79bWZkbQCLcB/s320/voice.jpg" width="320" height="235" /></a></div></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-45220055831259612212016-04-06T15:17:00.000-07:002017-11-21T12:32:35.693-08:00Disillusionment
A borrowed heart<blockquote></blockquote>
A borrowed feeling<blockquote></blockquote>
We danced for a while<blockquote></blockquote>
Felt my world was turned upside down<blockquote></blockquote>
Felt I couldn’t feel happier<blockquote></blockquote>
Disillusionment<blockquote></blockquote>
Woke one day and everything was gone<blockquote></blockquote>
Your love, your smile<blockquote></blockquote>
Your voice stopped making those groovy sounds<blockquote></blockquote>
Your words stopped being written and sent to my heart<blockquote></blockquote>
The dance stopped and I wasn’t prepared<blockquote></blockquote>
A borrowed heart<blockquote></blockquote>
Are you where you’re supposed to be?<blockquote></blockquote>
Thought we belonged together<blockquote></blockquote>
Thought we would dance forever<blockquote></blockquote>
Thought we would go to Las Vegas and love each other until the end<blockquote></blockquote>
Disillusionment<blockquote></blockquote>
Didn’t I get the message right?<blockquote></blockquote>
I laughed at that!<blockquote></blockquote>
Because you knew how much I loved you!<blockquote></blockquote>
You knew it, but the game was on<blockquote></blockquote>
A borrowed heart<blockquote></blockquote>
A borrowed feeling<blockquote></blockquote>
And now you’re all cozy in her arms…<blockquote></blockquote>
Disillusionment<blockquote></blockquote>
But I did learn<blockquote></blockquote>
Learned to never give my heart to the wrong person<blockquote></blockquote>
Our dance is over<blockquote></blockquote>
Photos and a ghost remain<blockquote></blockquote>
Hope I can forget just that easily<blockquote></blockquote>
Wish I were all cozy in someone else’s arms<blockquote></blockquote>
Loving and being loved<blockquote></blockquote>
You forgot everything so quickly<blockquote></blockquote>
But I’m fine…you just made me stronger!<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-54279621471683002362016-03-26T18:29:00.000-07:002016-03-26T18:29:17.469-07:00The photos that were never postedToday my world collapsed<blockquote></blockquote>
You and her in front of me<blockquote></blockquote>
How couldn´t I see it before?<blockquote><blockquote>
Why was I so blind?<blockquote></blockquote>
All the photos that were never posted<blockquote></blockquote>
All the secrets<blockquote></blockquote>
Now everything makes sense<blockquote></blockquote>
What a player!<blockquote></blockquote>
I can´t believe my eyes<blockquote></blockquote>
Yes, you!<blockquote></blockquote>
You, such a liar!<blockquote></blockquote>
Manipulating me<blockquote></blockquote>
Making me cry a river<blockquote></blockquote>
All I had for you was love<blockquote></blockquote>
And you tore everything apart<blockquote></blockquote>
You took my heart and broke it with pleasure<blockquote></blockquote>
What did I ever do to you to deserve that?<blockquote></blockquote>
The only thing I did was to love you<blockquote></blockquote>
What a fool!<blockquote></blockquote>
Thought you felt the same<blockquote></blockquote>
All the secrets<blockquote></blockquote>
All the photos that were never posted<blockquote></blockquote>
Are now nothing<blockquote></blockquote>
Burnt <blockquote></blockquote>
Never seen<blockquote></blockquote>
You crashed my last hope<blockquote></blockquote>
And your real face was revealed<blockquote></blockquote>
An ugly face<blockquote></blockquote>
An ugly look<blockquote></blockquote>
What did I ever do to you to deserve that?<blockquote></blockquote>
Just hope to never see you again<blockquote></blockquote>
Just hope you´ll never hurt anyone the way you hurt me<blockquote></blockquote>
All the secrets<blockquote></blockquote>
All the photos that were never posted<blockquote></blockquote>
Are now gone<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-50063197614196724912016-03-05T14:01:00.000-08:002016-03-05T14:07:01.449-08:00BRIANNo one would understand, but<blockquote></blockquote>
This is the story of a dog called Brian<blockquote></blockquote>
He was a puppy, a cute puppy, so small that he could fit in one´s hand<blockquote></blockquote>
There he was all tied up with a rope, all alone in a balcony<blockquote></blockquote>
The owners? A family who didn´t like him!<blockquote></blockquote>
Actually a family who preferred the poodle they had<blockquote></blockquote>
Life is so wonderful and surprising!<blockquote></blockquote>
Mom was the one who rescued him<blockquote></blockquote>
Yeah! The family said yes! You can take him!<blockquote></blockquote>
Brian, a cute puppy, was so scared, but mom´s love saved him<blockquote></blockquote>
Brian ran and ran like a rabbit<blockquote></blockquote>
Brian jumped and jumped like this was heaven<blockquote></blockquote>
Brian looked at me and I knew things would be just fine<blockquote></blockquote>
We traveled together...<blockquote></blockquote>
So many adventures, happy moments, sad moments<blockquote></blockquote>
I missed you when I was not there with you<blockquote></blockquote>
You missed me because I was not there with you<blockquote></blockquote>
We danced together, we cried together<blockquote></blockquote>
You protected mom and you made her happy<blockquote></blockquote>
What else in the world would I ask for!<blockquote></blockquote>
You are one of the most precious gifts this life has given me<blockquote></blockquote>
Little puppy with a collar that could fit a mouse<blockquote></blockquote>
Little puppy that grew old but still had energy to play with me<blockquote></blockquote>
Little puppy you understood how I felt when life struck me<blockquote></blockquote>
You have no idea how much I love you and miss you!<blockquote></blockquote>
But I know one day we´ll be together again<blockquote></blockquote>
And yeah…we´ll dance and play like we used to do<blockquote></blockquote>
And yeah…you will run and run like a rabbit<blockquote></blockquote>
And yeah…I will see your wolflike-shadow again!<blockquote></blockquote>
Little puppy! Thanks so much for understanding us!<blockquote></blockquote>
I know you´ll always be here with us!<blockquote></blockquote>
My heart is broken now, but I can´t be more thankful for having found you in this crazy world<blockquote></blockquote>
Love you, Brian!<blockquote></blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uc2Mz_z3pdI/VttYA1WddoI/AAAAAAAAALA/4dIVz5RpTXc/s1600/WP_20151225_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uc2Mz_z3pdI/VttYA1WddoI/AAAAAAAAALA/4dIVz5RpTXc/s400/WP_20151225_005.jpg" /></a></div>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-85460086425984962512015-10-24T13:15:00.001-07:002015-10-24T19:58:08.542-07:00A trap called "Love"Please love me like I do<blockquote></blockquote>
Please don´t give up on us<blockquote></blockquote>
Tears just pour out of my soul<blockquote></blockquote>
I can´t control this feeling<blockquote></blockquote>
It´s bigger than me and my brains<blockquote></blockquote>
Please make love to me<blockquote></blockquote>
Please dance with me<blockquote></blockquote>
Tears just cover my face<blockquote></blockquote>
I wish I didn´t feel the way I feel now<blockquote></blockquote>
It was an unexpected feeling<blockquote></blockquote>
I should have walked away<blockquote></blockquote>
I should have slapped you when you kissed me the first time<blockquote></blockquote>
I should have done that and run away before it was too late<blockquote></blockquote>
But now there is no way out<blockquote></blockquote>
I´ve fallen in this trap called love once again<blockquote></blockquote>
Wish I can take my heart and just tear it apart<blockquote></blockquote>
Wish I could stop crying and thinking what I did wrong<blockquote></blockquote>
I just showered you with kisses and sweetness<blockquote></blockquote>
I just wanted to make you happy<blockquote></blockquote>
And now this is how it all ends<blockquote></blockquote>
Wish I could be you…wish I could control my feelings and decide not to care anymore<blockquote></blockquote>
Wish I could go back in time and said “no”<blockquote></blockquote>
My heart wouldn´t be broken<blockquote></blockquote>
But there is more than you think<blockquote></blockquote>
I´m not like anyone else!<blockquote></blockquote>
And you´ll see<blockquote></blockquote>
I´m strong enough to deal with the pain…maybe not today, but tomorrow you´ll see<blockquote></blockquote>
I will just let my tears be free, just for today<blockquote></blockquote>
I will just sink into this pain<blockquote></blockquote>
I will remember the way you kissed me<blockquote></blockquote>
I will remember the way we met<blockquote></blockquote>
But just for today because tomorrow…I´ll wake up all brand new<blockquote></blockquote>
Because I was being myself<blockquote></blockquote>
Because it was not a game for me<blockquote></blockquote>
I risked it and now I´ll put my heart together and keep going<blockquote></blockquote>
It would have been one of the most amazing stories!<blockquote></blockquote>
It would have been a beautiful dance, you and me!<blockquote></blockquote>
But it´s OK<blockquote></blockquote>
I´ll keep going…I´ll keep walking… and one day I will love again!<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-71639524494363154462015-09-06T10:31:00.000-07:002015-09-06T10:40:07.438-07:00Within youIt’s all within you!<blockquote></blockquote>
Looking for love?<blockquote></blockquote>
Looking for happiness?<blockquote></blockquote>
Looking for peace?<blockquote></blockquote>
You could walk the world a thousand times<blockquote></blockquote>
You could meet all kinds of people<blockquote></blockquote>
You could climb the highest mountain<blockquote></blockquote>
You could swim the largest ocean<blockquote></blockquote>
You could fall in love<blockquote></blockquote>
But there is no need<blockquote></blockquote>
It’s all within you!<blockquote></blockquote>
All answers lie within you<blockquote></blockquote>
Joy, love, and freedom lie right there<blockquote></blockquote>
Stop for a minute and understand this…<blockquote></blockquote>
It´s all within you!<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egkji4XYXk8/Vex6WpgtDGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tESK0EQ1HOM/s1600/DSC02542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Egkji4XYXk8/Vex6WpgtDGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tESK0EQ1HOM/s320/DSC02542.JPG" /></a></div></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-64642393842517728812015-05-18T16:52:00.003-07:002015-05-18T16:54:37.164-07:00Don’t worry, be happy!Hey you!<blockquote></blockquote>
Cheer up!<blockquote></blockquote>
Put a smile on your face!<blockquote></blockquote>
Because you only have one chance to live<blockquote></blockquote>
Because life will go away in a blink<blockquote></blockquote>
Enjoy every minute, every hour, and every day <blockquote></blockquote>
And if everything seems to get dark, <blockquote></blockquote>
Close your eyes and think of a beautiful memory<blockquote></blockquote>
Don´t be afraid because life is there for you<blockquote></blockquote>
Take a walk!<blockquote></blockquote>
Listen to your heart!<blockquote></blockquote>
Hear your soul breathing!<blockquote></blockquote>
Take a break and enjoy this moment!<blockquote></blockquote>
Because it will never come back<blockquote></blockquote>
Be grateful for all the beautiful moments, but also for all the struggles and mistakes<blockquote></blockquote>
Don’t worry, be happy!<blockquote></blockquote>
Life is a lit candle…enjoy it before the light is gone<blockquote></blockquote>
Sing, dance, dream, write, read, and fall in love with your life<blockquote></blockquote>
Don’t worry, be happy!<blockquote></blockquote>
Because everything will be just fine<blockquote></blockquote>
(Thanks Bobby McFerrin for the song that makes me feel there is nothing that can knock me down!)<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-66597877571366096642015-04-26T18:07:00.000-07:002018-04-09T15:41:15.572-07:00UncertaintyA new day ahead<blockquote></blockquote>
24 hours to discover who you are<blockquote></blockquote>
24 hours to taste life as it is<blockquote></blockquote>
A new day begins<blockquote></blockquote>
And a thousand questions arise<blockquote></blockquote>
What should I do?<blockquote></blockquote>
What should I think?<blockquote></blockquote>
Who should I be?<blockquote></blockquote>
Where should I go?<blockquote></blockquote>
24 hours to figure it out<blockquote></blockquote>
24 hours to dance with the world<blockquote></blockquote>
One word, one look, one touch, one decision<blockquote></blockquote>
A thousand challenges<blockquote></blockquote>
A thousand mistakes<blockquote></blockquote>
A thousand opportunities to learn<blockquote></blockquote>
A new day ahead to enjoy “uncertainty”<blockquote></blockquote>
A new day to taste life as it is<blockquote></blockquote>
Don’t miss that fighting chance!<blockquote></blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1nagfE4u9Q/Wsvr9pDdn_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/K9OQsHKY_nsHRVbpSHqQME2UEKnTI67iACLcBGAs/s1600/CIMG3966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1nagfE4u9Q/Wsvr9pDdn_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/K9OQsHKY_nsHRVbpSHqQME2UEKnTI67iACLcBGAs/s320/CIMG3966.JPG" width="240" height="320" data-original-width="480" data-original-height="640" /></a></div>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-53150908999383652192015-03-07T17:56:00.002-08:002015-03-07T17:56:37.185-08:00R.C.Little by little<blockquote></blockquote>
Warm wave after warm wave<blockquote></blockquote>
I feel the rhythm of your animal song<blockquote></blockquote>
I long to learn your upbeat language<blockquote></blockquote>
I feel it on my toes<blockquote></blockquote>
I feel it on my hips<blockquote></blockquote>
I feel it on my arms<blockquote></blockquote>
I feel it on my body<blockquote></blockquote>
I feel the rhythm of your sensual song<blockquote></blockquote>
It’s burning my soul<blockquote></blockquote>
It’s burning my heart<blockquote></blockquote>
Little by little <blockquote></blockquote>
I hold your hand<blockquote></blockquote>
I touch you tenderly<blockquote></blockquote>
I feel your rhythm <blockquote></blockquote>
I speak your beautiful upbeat language<blockquote></blockquote>
Little by little<blockquote></blockquote>
You start loving me <blockquote></blockquote>
And I start understanding this unique life dance<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-89398477499894060282015-02-20T17:31:00.000-08:002015-02-20T17:31:50.229-08:00El Sol y la EstrellaSun wakes up; <blockquote></blockquote>
Washes up and starts off a new brand day.<blockquote></blockquote>
Star is running late for work and didn’t have enough time to do her hair.<blockquote></blockquote>
All other stars are already shining over the whole world!<blockquote></blockquote>
Sun checks his email while eating some yummy chocolate.<blockquote></blockquote>
Star begins to shine and feels happy to be at her desk while Sun is already in bed.<blockquote></blockquote>
They never see each other, but they’re extraordinarily connected. <blockquote></blockquote>
Somehow Sun feels when Star is sad.<blockquote></blockquote>
Somehow Star knows when Sun is worried.<blockquote></blockquote>
They would love to chat sometime!<blockquote></blockquote>
They would love to make jokes and tease each other.<blockquote></blockquote>
They would love to hear each other’s stories.<blockquote></blockquote>
Sun is happy!<blockquote></blockquote>
Star is happy!<blockquote></blockquote>
But they would be insanely happy if they could ever be together.<blockquote></blockquote>
All stars, planets, and the moon say that’s impossible!<blockquote></blockquote>
Sun and Star could never be together.<blockquote></blockquote>
But what they don’t know is what Sun and Star truly feel.<blockquote></blockquote>
They dream about each other and when the right tune plays on the radio they both know that somehow, somewhere, they will finally be together. <blockquote></blockquote>
A magic bond, a magic bridge!<blockquote></blockquote>
Call it the way pleases you; it’s just how it is.<blockquote></blockquote>
Sun and Star will always be together not matter what! <blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKev1x_HtOs/VOff88p22aI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NinVoCuwtfk/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKev1x_HtOs/VOff88p22aI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NinVoCuwtfk/s320/Capture.JPG" /></a></div></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-59815115935870770672014-12-28T07:55:00.001-08:002014-12-28T07:55:28.837-08:00UniqueFeel your sweet rage, your silent cry<blockquote></blockquote>
Feel your awkwardness, your passion<blockquote></blockquote>
You’re right here and I’m not me anymore<blockquote></blockquote>
When you look into my eyes, you strip my soul<blockquote></blockquote>
Useless layers and layers come off<blockquote></blockquote>
Long time ago I learned to harden my heart, to hide<blockquote> </blockquote>
Blunt words<blockquote></blockquote>
Frantic music<blockquote></blockquote>
Passionate soul<blockquote></blockquote>
The fire has been awaken and<blockquote></blockquote>
I’m not me anymore<blockquote></blockquote>
Useless layers and layers used to protect me<blockquote></blockquote>
But your words, your silence, your eyes strip me off<blockquote></blockquote>
And only a dumb girl remains<blockquote></blockquote>
You are unique and I’m shaken<blockquote></blockquote>
Time, time, time<blockquote></blockquote>
Grateful for our separate roads<blockquote></blockquote>
Your words, your silence, your eyes, your brains would’ve been my sweet malison<blockquote></blockquote>
You’re unique!<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZyRhZ1W8VI/VKAnxCAJcpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/m_R_W59po6M/s1600/DSC01549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZyRhZ1W8VI/VKAnxCAJcpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/m_R_W59po6M/s320/DSC01549.JPG" /></a></div></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-50096296985110971072014-10-19T09:49:00.002-07:002014-10-19T09:53:01.558-07:00Dreamed about youDreamed about you<blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed we were holding hands<blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed I hugged your back softly <blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed I asked you to come along<blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed I was afraid you'd see the real me <blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed I was proud to be holding hands with you<blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed we were putting flowers on the floor<blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed I was happy!<blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed everyone acknowledged we were meant to be together<blockquote></blockquote>
Dreamed about you!<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-60518261046348699202014-04-12T18:19:00.001-07:002014-07-05T18:21:35.068-07:00GratefulSo many storms<blockquote></blockquote>
So many knock-outs <blockquote></blockquote>
So many people telling you that you can’t<blockquote></blockquote>
So many defeats<blockquote></blockquote>
So many lonely days<blockquote></blockquote>
But then you rise <blockquote></blockquote>
And keep fighting<blockquote></blockquote>
This is not an agonizing battle<blockquote></blockquote>
This fight is the one you were looking forward to<blockquote></blockquote>
This is the fight you’ve been preparing for<blockquote></blockquote>
This is the time when you rise and look the world in the eye<blockquote></blockquote>
And voice, “Here, I am! This is my fight, this is my life and for that I’m so grateful!”<blockquote></blockquote>
Grateful for the defeats, <blockquote></blockquote>
Grateful for the battles, <blockquote></blockquote>
Grateful for the sword thrusts<blockquote></blockquote>
Grateful for the challenges<blockquote></blockquote>
Grateful for the mistakes<blockquote></blockquote>
Because they teach you to rise and keep fighting<blockquote></blockquote>
Grateful for this beautiful life and every single breath!<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-19382501828221075002013-12-08T16:07:00.000-08:002013-12-09T07:14:05.576-08:00MadibaBeautiful green land witnessed your birth<blockquote></blockquote>
When your eyes opened light was shed everywhere<blockquote></blockquote>
Strong South African soul!<blockquote></blockquote>
Strong human soul!<blockquote></blockquote>
Greatness was not your goal<blockquote></blockquote>
Justice is all your heart longed<blockquote></blockquote>
A real fighter!<blockquote></blockquote>
A real leader!<blockquote></blockquote>
Education is the core you once said<blockquote></blockquote>
You never gave up!<blockquote></blockquote>
Your body was jailed, but not your soul<blockquote></blockquote>
They tried to extinguish the fire in your heart, but they failed<blockquote></blockquote>
You were stronger than that<blockquote></blockquote>
You were stronger than all the evil <blockquote></blockquote>
Free thinker, free soul!<blockquote></blockquote>
Revenge was not in your dictionary<blockquote></blockquote>
You decided to learn the language of your enemy<blockquote></blockquote>
You decided to pour forgiveness on your oppressors<blockquote></blockquote>
Sacrifice, tears, separation…all you trade for your people<blockquote></blockquote>
Love and forgiveness you taught us<blockquote></blockquote>
You are not longer with us, but your thoughts, your love, your example will forever dwell in our hearts <blockquote></blockquote>
Not only on your beautiful land, but on all corners of our world<blockquote></blockquote>
Magic smile, wise eyes!<blockquote></blockquote>
The world will never forget you, Tata!<blockquote></blockquote>
God is hearing how grateful we are for having sent you to this world<blockquote></blockquote>
The greatest, the humblest, the wisest!<blockquote></blockquote>
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Madiba!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHBaGmxZ7Ls/UqUJjzLEQJI/AAAAAAAAADw/-vvs7rJjAnk/s1600/madiba-young-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHBaGmxZ7Ls/UqUJjzLEQJI/AAAAAAAAADw/-vvs7rJjAnk/s320/madiba-young-man.jpg" /></a>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-15388949904122304722013-11-28T14:48:00.000-08:002013-11-28T15:02:23.304-08:00NothingDidn’t guess I will ever find you <blockquote></blockquote>
Didn’t guess this will end up like this<blockquote></blockquote>
Didn’t guess your words, your attitude will hurt me<blockquote></blockquote>
But I did learn!<blockquote></blockquote>
I learned not to expect anything<blockquote></blockquote>
I learned there is a big ocean between you and me<blockquote></blockquote>
I learned that you never cared<blockquote></blockquote>
Wish my thoughts and feelings were clearer<blockquote></blockquote>
The hardest part is to stay still and do nothing<blockquote></blockquote>
The hardest part is to realize the truth<blockquote></blockquote>
Too many expectations perhaps…an “I’m sorry” would’ve done it<blockquote></blockquote>
Wish I could scream… wish I could take this feeling into my hands and tear it off<blockquote></blockquote>
But now I must do what is best for me<blockquote></blockquote>
A whole world awaits and this feeling won't knock me down<blockquote></blockquote>
In the meantime I will do the hardest part: "nothing".<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-50982731075832193602013-08-24T11:18:00.000-07:002013-08-24T11:18:04.288-07:00Anyone there?Hours and hours go by<blockquote></blockquote>
Breathing in, breathing out<blockquote></blockquote>
Chaos controls us<blockquote></blockquote>
People coming and going like doomed souls<blockquote></blockquote>
Anyone there?<blockquote></blockquote>
Words are not heard<blockquote></blockquote>
Emotions are not understood<blockquote></blockquote>
You want out, but would that be enough?<blockquote></blockquote>
You want to be left alone, but would that be enough?<blockquote></blockquote>
You decide not to smile<blockquote></blockquote>
You decide not be seen vulnerable, but would that be enough?<blockquote></blockquote>
People and people pass by<blockquote></blockquote>
Anyone there?<blockquote></blockquote>
Heartbeats are misunderstood<blockquote></blockquote>
Fear grabs you and you want out, but would that be enough?<blockquote></blockquote>
Not big enough, not brave enough<blockquote></blockquote>
And you wonder if there is someone out there<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone in this strange land, in this strange world<blockquote></blockquote>
Anyone there?<blockquote></blockquote>
And suddenly you hear someone knocking at the door<blockquote></blockquote>
Are you ready to go for it?<blockquote></blockquote>
Yes, there is someone there for you<blockquote></blockquote>
Decide to love, decide to climb the highest mountain, decide to open your heart<blockquote></blockquote>
Believe there is someone there for you<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KkmYEpqpEec/Uhj4vh-ExRI/AAAAAAAAADg/_czR8Q4dVu0/s1600/S1050100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KkmYEpqpEec/Uhj4vh-ExRI/AAAAAAAAADg/_czR8Q4dVu0/s320/S1050100.JPG" /></a></div></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-78131315870545213872013-05-15T17:13:00.000-07:002015-11-02T12:29:57.361-08:00Growing upBack when you were a child<blockquote></blockquote>
Things seemed all possible<blockquote></blockquote>
They were indeed possible when you closed your eyes <blockquote></blockquote>
They both were holding hands and smiling at each other<blockquote></blockquote>
Things were possible, my friend!<blockquote></blockquote>
Hugs and love and someone who could be there for you<blockquote></blockquote>
You just needed that<blockquote></blockquote>
Someone who could understand who you were<blockquote></blockquote>
A solitaire soul<blockquote></blockquote>
A thousand of thoughts<blockquote></blockquote>
An innocent smile<blockquote></blockquote>
Growing up went faster than you expected<blockquote></blockquote>
So many decisions to be made<blockquote></blockquote>
A solitaire soul embracing life<blockquote></blockquote>
You just want to run away and hide in this wonderful world <blockquote></blockquote>
Never coming back home<blockquote></blockquote>
There is no home to go back to<blockquote></blockquote>
Home is just wherever you go<blockquote></blockquote>
Home is within your heart<blockquote></blockquote>
It’s so hard to grow up<blockquote></blockquote>
Teenage jeans don’t fit anymore<blockquote></blockquote>
Shadows of wrinkles invading your face<blockquote></blockquote>
You’re happy, no regrets!<blockquote></blockquote>
But how hard is to grow up and pretend you are an adult<blockquote></blockquote>
An adult who knows exactly how to reach the top mountain<blockquote></blockquote>
Decisions, decisions<blockquote></blockquote>
Forgiveness, forgiveness<blockquote></blockquote>
Hiding in this beautiful world<blockquote></blockquote>
Just a break from this madness<blockquote></blockquote>
And a chai tea will do...<blockquote></blockquote>
No regrets!<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-31025650583570270752013-01-26T11:09:00.000-08:002014-08-31T15:28:31.254-07:00The day I met youMillions of people around<blockquote></blockquote>
A chaotic stream of voices awaiting something to begin<blockquote></blockquote>
Everyday thoughts coming and going like fireworks<blockquote></blockquote>
Nothing to be worried about<blockquote></blockquote>
Youth in my veins, passion awaiting<blockquote></blockquote>
Deep silence reigned<blockquote></blockquote>
Peace took my heart over<blockquote></blockquote>
Right time, right place<blockquote></blockquote>
Who would have thought?<blockquote></blockquote>
I would have run to your arms just there, but got immobilized <blockquote></blockquote>
Feeling something bigger than this world was about to begin<blockquote></blockquote>
You, stepping into the greatest love ever known<blockquote></blockquote>
Me, realizing that I would never forget you<blockquote></blockquote>
The day I met you I understood life didn’t have any sense without you<blockquote></blockquote>
The day I met you I started to breathe<blockquote></blockquote>
The day I met you I smiled again<blockquote></blockquote>
The day I met you love songs were played in my heart<blockquote></blockquote>
Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine reigned<blockquote></blockquote>
From all experiences, I will never forget the day I met you<blockquote></blockquote>
Will you?<blockquote></blockquote>
Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-49751112744979682632012-11-28T17:02:00.002-08:002014-10-30T06:53:58.303-07:00Little things count a mountain
The little things that make me happy are the following:<blockquote></blockquote>
- Chatting with a good friend. I don’t care about the topic, but they joy that brings being with this other person who I know cares about me.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Dancing like a crazy person and feeling the music is burning my body…that much that I don’t have any other choice that freeing myself.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Eating chocolate when I feel down<blockquote></blockquote>
-Going to the cinema…I love watching films in foreign languages, no subtitles.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Listening to music. Now I’m going through another stage in my life and I love listening to music that I would not normally listen to. Bad music doesn’t count. Yeah, there is bad music…music without soul.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Writing poems when I feel extremely sad or happy. No drugs used…I don’t need them to see colors in the sky.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Singing songs I love…I actually wish I could really sing well. I’m starting to like Portuguese, so I love singing in Portuguese.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Leading other people. I like when I’m the boss…a nice boss<blockquote></blockquote>
- Walking…walking…walking…and chatting would be perfect.<blockquote></blockquote>
- When somebody who doesn’t usually express his feelings tells me he/she cares about me.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Being with a big group of people who love me.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Giving suggestions or advice to people who need it.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Taking my backpack and traveling with somebody else no matter where.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Playing Foosball…When I score, there is nothing better than that feeling. I’m actually good at this sport. Hold on, is this a sport?<blockquote></blockquote>
- Reading a good book…the kind that makes me cry or laugh…or make me do things I would have never thought of and the ones that make me forget about time<blockquote></blockquote>
- Teasing people I love. I like making them laugh.<blockquote></blockquote>
- When people tell me about their cultures and the things they like to do in their countries.<blockquote></blockquote>
- When a man realizes I’m smarter than him…lol lol ,excuse me, as smart as him.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Attending Holy Thursday mass. The best mass of the year.<blockquote></blockquote>
- When I get letters, real ones! I love the 30 seconds before opening the letter. It’s like I’m about to explode of happiness.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Going to Yanacachi…feeling scared, but excited at the same time.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Eating a good burger with French fries…NO McDonald’s or Burger King<blockquote></blockquote>
- When I feel I’m free and there is nothing I have to do for the next day.<blockquote></blockquote>
- Being in love…really in love…<blockquote></blockquote>
- Love surprises…good ones, of course!<blockquote></blockquote>
- Simplicity...just that!Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188470142368253925.post-90166104113080298342012-10-12T19:09:00.000-07:002012-10-13T15:09:23.415-07:00JesseSmiles, laughter, freedom<blockquote></blockquote>
You were all that to me<blockquote></blockquote>
Speed, craziness, plain happiness<blockquote></blockquote>
You were all that to me<blockquote></blockquote>
Understanding, love, friendship<blockquote></blockquote>
You were all that to me<blockquote></blockquote>
My heart broke when I understood that I will never hear your voice again<blockquote></blockquote>
My heart broke because I couldn’t say bye<blockquote></blockquote>
Paddling in a river<blockquote></blockquote>
You cheering me up, so I could make it to the shore<blockquote></blockquote>
You were more than a friend<blockquote></blockquote>
You were laughter and love<blockquote></blockquote>
When you left…the sky poured sorrow over me<blockquote></blockquote>
But I know you are happy now<blockquote></blockquote>
You are with your love now<blockquote></blockquote>
Thanks for so much joy!<blockquote></blockquote>
Thanks for being part of my life!<blockquote></blockquote>
You are not here with me now, but I know you are somehow<blockquote></blockquote>
You are in those simple things that move me every day<blockquote></blockquote>
You are in those crazy moments that I ache to have<blockquote></blockquote>
I love you…I will always love you<blockquote></blockquote>
My crazy, authentic friend!<blockquote></blockquote>
In memoriam of Jesse Medina, a true dear friend. Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14323346661244815506noreply@blogger.com0