Sunday, May 24, 2009
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure,
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous –
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some of us: it is in everyone,
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously
Give other people permission to do the same.I think these words are very powerful and I was inspired by them many times. I think specially women need to listen to these words very carefully and allow their lights to shine. Remember you are ‘brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous’!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Many men wonder about the friendship between women. Either they face a kind of ‘competition’ with the best friend of their girlfriend/wife or the closeness between women has made them feel uncomfortable.
Firstly, I think, women have fewer issues with touching, hugging and holding each other, sleeping next to each other, being naked in front of each other.
I'm not sure, maybe I'm missing something. I don't understand why it is such a big thing to men. Any thoughts, ladies?
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
La hora cuando todas las parejas han vuelto a casa
Es la hora cuando tienes que volver a la soledad
Es la hora cuando no sabes a quien llamar
La hora que grita – solo, sola, solo, sola
La hora después de las sonrisas
La hora después de la fiesta
La hora de las lágrimas
La hora de la verdad
La hora drama
La hora negra
Es la hora
(Dedicado a un querido amigo – Mayo 2009)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Just be, just want to be for a while
Be, not do, not create, not make
Be, not argue, not discuss, not plan
Be, yourself, myself
Be who I am.
Be who you are.
Be with me
Be with you
After the party
The party is over, the laughter is gone, the bottles are empty
Everyone went home.
I’m sitting here alone. Staring at the leftovers, the party hats…
We had fun, we danced on the tables, popped champagne bottles,
we were high, we laughed
The bad smell of alcohol and cigarettes is in the air.
it’s me alone
A bad taste in the mouth is all that stays.
What is love?
I’m looking through the window.
I see this couple loving, living and fighting.
I see the tears and the frustrations
They holding hands, hugs and kisses
Lots of love but little laughter
Smashing of doors, shouting and anger
Romantic moments, lit candles and darkness
Very little laughter, serious talks,
caring for the other but not being heard
I turn around, the sun brightens my face
I walk away.