*Fireflies .*.

*Fireflies .*.



  that at night they arrive like a shower of stars ...
they make my eyes light ...
I rest my love wishes in your lap ...
and you give it shape and figure
to the dark ...
like an eternal love ...
  fireflies continue to light the path where my heart
  at will he becomes a prisoner ....
fireflies continue to illuminate the portal of love ...
illuminate with all the intensity ...
  I still remember him ..

Always weaving dreams ...

Always weaving dreams ...

with silver and gold threads ...
with those who
  profile illusions ....
... And among so many emotions
He only knows that he adores you.
From so much weaving ... passions
  has been touched
cast...
that is an accomplished achievement.
Do not...
it is not an achievement
because it continues
interweaving illusions ...
dreams ... and amazing
Mirages of love ...
that delight of passions
your dreamy soul.

... I feel like I'm waiting for something that is not going to happen.

I stopped waiting for things from life and began to happen miracles

*I stopped living in the waiting mode ... And at that moment I felt an absolute lightness in my soul, it is as if I started to live in reality; Before that, I only thought about how I had to live and I did not understand why I did not seem to have really important things to do, even though I tried so hard. Now, from one moment to the next, I finally started doing it. I do not care what will happen tomorrow. Before I cared that only good things happened and everything had to be good. Because before I was afraid that something could happen that I could not deal with ...

*. I stopped expecting something from others ... that they value me, that they do something good for me, that they are kind to me, that they are responsible ... I can not change the others or the things they could do for me, what I can change It is my expectation regarding them. I love to wait for nothing and accept with joy everything that arrives.

*I stopped hoping that tomorrow everything was wonderful and I had no problems ... The childish part of my soul wanted a tranquility and serenity. Until the adult part did not realize that tranquility and serenity existed in my interior, and that they did not depend on the external affairs that needed to be solved.

THE HEART OF THE GOOD PEOPLE ... THIS MADE OF HIDDEN TEARS. ***

THE HEART OF THE GOOD PEOPLE ... THIS MADE OF HIDDEN TEARS. ***

 In the hearts of good people there is no room for surrender. They fight for others, they never say "no" and they are the best support in every need. However, when they cry, they do it secretly because they can not do it anymore, because they are tired of being strong and their souls need those tears to repair themselves.

This type of situations of high emotional charge are very common in people accustomed to give everything for those around them.

We call them ... good people. *