Monday, January 29, 2007

This a farewel letter he wrote to his friends when he knew he had cancer: FROM GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ

If for an instant God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean.I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light. I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep.I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply,throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon. With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals... My god, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day passWithout telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love!To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men...I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another onlywhen he has to help the other get to his feet.From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.

Thanks Isa for the poem

Friday, January 26, 2007

Autopsychography - Fernando Pessoa

The poet is a pretender.
He pretends so completely
That he even pretends
The pain he really feels.

And those who read his writings,
Sense well in the pain they read,
Not his two but only
The one they lack.

And so on its tracks it goes,
Rotating to direct reason,
This wind-up train
We call the heart.

Thursday, January 25, 2007


I don't know what to think
if my tought is already tought
if everything you have to go on,
Is already done....but in oposite side!!
There, you have to start again,
and for the most extraordinary thing,
is that u see is nothing of new,
is the same! you didn't change!
you continue to be the same person, the same of before!
and at same time what you are not.
But, without are!
You think, and in spite of... you are,
you try to test yourself,
and then more you wish to going on, you cant reach that!
But, is it really that? Am I ?
How can I think im not like that?
After that, this became an enigme, you are the own victim ,
you don't know your personality,
who are you?

by- Gisela

Wednesday, January 24, 2007


Life is like music,must be composed by a ear, with the sensibility and intuition, never by rigid norms.
Samuel Butler

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Friday, January 19, 2007


image from here

During our lives, it happens so many things, when we stop to think, we can't remember all, but, only the most touched things.

Maybe,some of them are the craziest thing we did with our friends, our first kiss with our first bf/gf and finally, about our mistakes, that later we see that we were wrong.

I remember when I was child, riding bike with my aunt, she was driving and me sit on the square of the bike, we were walking without brakes ^_^ so can you imagine the speed (descending), lol!!!

Fortunly, the end wasnt tragic, because she changed the rota in the final and we falled in a thing similar with a cacti ^_^

Well everybody has their ouwn stories, some of them funny and others no... they are our memories saved in our heart

This Party just rocksss

nO wOrDs To DeScBrIbe , JuSt WaTcH bY yOUrSeLf !!!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007


When we are child, we have some friends, we are always togheter, we laugh, play, etc...
Later, we grow up, we have boyfriends / girlfriends and then we notice that friends grow too and have bf/gf as well.
But, at same time, we feel them a bit far, because friends are substitued by their lovers and there is no time for each other, or that friends whom hasnt got bf/gf feel apart.
So going on, they get marriage, we meet again after long time and theytalk about our childhood etc..
Suddenlly, they have got kids, as we know, they take most of the time of us, school, nurse, etc.. and meet again only in their birthdays...

As time flyes their child grow up too, we die and in our memories reminds those times of child, the most sincere friendship.

Monday, January 15, 2007


image from: here

Its sunday night and I review the things that happened today and one thing that made think while watching a film was is that there is no "one day" . If you trully wish a thing, you must work for it.
"- someday...someday...I will do that!!! " When is someday?! More you say that, more you won't do it, isn't? Don't be weak for the things you want, if you want, you do it!

Friday, January 12, 2007

A little test :-)

Your Love Number is 1

You tend to be a stubborn lover, holding your ground in every argument

You take your time falling in love. You aren't the type to lose perspective.

You are loyal (to a fault), and you require the same loyalty in your sweetheart.

At your best, you are a wise and inspiring partner - who sticks around.

Thursday, January 11, 2007


And I walk by imaginary, wondering what Im going to write tonight.
I could speak about so many things but my mind is empty;
I havent got a poetry vein and im not good writing because I don't know how to explain the things, maybe I need to practise, that's why I write here.
The new inovation of blogs came to stay, and im in this about3 years, it's a bit strange that people came to visit and read what I write, some of them I don't know and we share our opinions.

Its definitively my soul&body!

Monday, January 08, 2007

Ana and Mia

After browsing some blogs of friends, I discovered a new mondial sect called " Ana and Mia"It considers the anorexy and the bulimia as “life style”.
The girls develop an esquizophrenic relation with the two illnesses, calling them, as they were themselves invisible friends , Ana (anorexy) and Mia (bulimia).
They also identify between them with a bracelet and color wich identify the scale that they are.
This make me worry about them , because they really need help!!!
Parents must identify and know about this kind of behaviour, many people are diying in the world because they need food and others they refuse it! Its crazy.
You can search on internet more about ana and mia, you will find so many blogs about this.
Here is some information

Friday, January 05, 2007

Past vs Future

The past still remains the present and future is our imaginary friend.
why some people still lives in the past?! Is it because is hard to leave? I believe that all mornings I wake up is like a reborn, another day to get it better, an oportunity.
So, if the future is our imaginary friend, we must make it real...

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

New Year

Its new year,
hoping the best, as a new phase, I really hope it would be better than 2006.
It was a magical moment as always, here in my town its fantastic,
and this year it cames to world guiness records!!! :-) I took this picture for you see!
Now im going to sleep,
kisses to everybody