Time and love

Time and love

Time is a giant
That ends with everything.

Time ends with life,
Time ends with dreams,
Time ends with illusions.

Time does not stop to rest,
Time goes on and on.

Time ends with caresses,
Time ends with kisses,
Time ends with pleasure,
But it will never end with love.

If you loved before, love even later,
Love on time and at the wrong time,
Love while you can enjoy it.

Love is not a commitment,
Love is not a sacrifice,
Love is not a time,

Love is a gift from God
That lasts all of life.

Time is just one step to LOVE.

COME MOTHER TO REST...,FELICITANDO A LAS MADRES, SU DIA 10 DE MAYO.

COME MOTHER TO REST

Come, mother, to rest from all your work
to the shady garden that I cultivated in my dreams,
in the light of fireflies and golden beetles
and the magical help of those little beings,

the gnomes, who dress in scarlet suits
and they sprout when the first stars shine,
who wear shoes with silver buckles
without leaving in the moss the mark of his footprints.

They will sing for you the cicada and the cricket,
hidden among ivy, wisteria or jasmine.
And with the dead leaves we will make a castle
with crenellated walls in gold and yellow,
until it falls over the gardens

(in as much the head on my shoulder inclines).

POEM NUDE SOUL ... BY ALFONSINA STORNI

POEM
NUDE SOUL ... BY ALFONSINA STORNI

I am a naked soul in these verses,
Naked soul that anguished and alone
It leaves its petals scattered.

Soul that can be a poppy,
What can be a lily, a violet,
A cliff, a jungle and a wave.

Soul that like the wind wanders uneasily
And it roars when it is on the seas,
And sleep sweetly in a crack.

Soul that adores on its altars,
Gods that do not come down to blind her;
Soul that does not know valladares.

Soul that was easy to master
With only a heart that would break
For in your warm blood water it.

Soul that when it is in the spring
It says to the winter that it takes: it returns,
Drop your snow on the meadow.

Soul that when it snows dissolves
In sadness, crying out for roses
with which spring envelops us.

Soul that at times releases butterflies
In the open field, without setting distance,
And it says to them: libad on the things.

Soul that must die of a fragrance
Of a sigh, of a verse in which it is requested,
Without losing, to be able, its elegance.

Soul that knows nothing and everything denies
And denying the good the propitious good
Because it is denied as more comes.

Soul that usually exists as delight
Feel the souls, despise the footprint,
And feel a caress in his hand.

Soul that is always dissatisfied with her,
As the winds wander, run and turn;
Soul that bleeds and unceasingly delirious
For being the star's running vessel.

MUJER HAZLO, ENCUENTRA RAZONES PARA REIR.

Hazlo.

Lleva ese vestido demasiado ajustado.

Suéltate el pelo.Levántate y baila.Encuentra razones para reír.Haz el amor.Crea algo bonito.

Habla.Reconoce tu valor.No te disculpes por tu magia.Y deja de esconder tu luz.Ama . Perdona. 

Deja espacio para lo inesperado.

Deja de esperar el momento adecuado, hazlo ahora.Ignora lo que la gente piensa de ti.

Porque al final tendrás que responder por todas las cosas que no has dicho,La gente que no amaste,

Las cosas que no has hecho Y los lugares donde no fuiste.Hazlo ahora.

Do not give up hope.

Do not give up hope.


 Hope gives you the strength to keep going when you feel that nothing matters to you anymore. Never stop believing in God. While you believe that you can achieve it, you will have a reason to try it.

Do not let anyone hold your happiness in their hands; hold it in yours so that it is always close to you. Do not expect what you want to come to you. Seek it with all your soul, knowing that life will find you half way.

Do not feel that you have lost when your plans and dreams do not manage to fulfill your desires. Every time you learn something new about yourself or about life, you have advanced.

Do not do anything that diminishes your own respect.
Being satisfied with oneself is essential to be satisfied with life.

Never forget to laugh or let pride stop you from crying.
When we laugh and cry, it is when we live to the fullest.

Life is WEAVING dreams...Luci

Life is WEAVING dreams...Luci

 EMBROIDERING stories,

 LEARNING stitches, 

CHANGING of needle and thread, UNATTENDING knots,

 ADJUSTING tension,

 ADVANCING in labor ... 

UNDOING MISTAKES ... 

and most importantly,

 STARTING AGAIN !!.

You will never know ...

You will never know ...

You will go through my life without knowing what happened
you will pass in silence for my love, and in passing,
I'll fake a smile, like sweet contrast
of the pain of loving you ... and you'll never know
I will dream of giving you even a kiss on the forehead
I will dream with your eyes, an enigma to decipher
I will dream with your kisses ... and you will never know
I will love you in silence, as something inaccessible
like a dream that can never be something real
and the distant one of my impossible love ...
will brush your hair ... and you will never know
and if one day a tear denounces my torment
the infinite torment that I must hide from you
I'll tell you smiling ...

It's nothing, it's been the wind
I will wipe away the tear ..

. and you will never know.

You will never know

WE WILL BE FIREWOOD ON *

WE WILL BE FIREWOOD ON 

*
So many moons without memory
of love, of a caress,
from a look of the soul
through a smile

Of words that whisper
courtships and seductions,
of desires and wishes,
of warmth and passions ...

Of nights; coffees and talks,
overflowed anxieties,
joys and joy
and dream walks.

But turn the Wheel:
the attraction that grows,
the Cosmos conspires
and Cupid presents us!

The end of loneliness,
The end of the silent silence,
End of your evicted thirst,
The end of discouragement.

We will be the flow of kisses ...
we will be firewood ...
we will forget the world
And we will exalt life!
So many moons without memory
of love, of a caress,
from a look of the soul
through a smile

Of words that whisper
courtships and seductions,
of desires and wishes,
of warmth and passions ...

Of nights; coffees and talks,
overflowed anxieties,
joys and joy
and dream walks.

But turn the Wheel:
the attraction that grows,
the Cosmos conspires
and Cupid presents us!

The end of loneliness,
The end of the silent silence,
End of your evicted thirst,
The end of discouragement.

We will be the flow of kisses ...
we will be firewood ...
we will forget the world
And we will exalt life!

I'M GOING

I'M GOING

I'm leaving, I'm absent
of all your body,
from the fresh spring
of your kisses, new.

My soul is clawed
inside my chest

to get out
and brush your hair;

and enter your veins
which sap boiling
climbing by branches
of immense trees.

Looking for you in the water
soil caress
to calm down
with your tender hug.

Find you so far ...
How will I do it?
If you are in me, always,
Because I love you!

Butterfly wings

      Butterfly wings

I close my eyes and it happens,

I become a butterfly,

that ethereal moves its wings,

with rhythmic harmony.

Flight to the sky of memories,

towards instants already dreamed,

moment

 of birth,

two in one merged.

Turn and return to the present,

you are flying beside me,

traveling at every moment,

the projected path.

I impulse and fly to the future,

the illusion to share,

stories of two dreamed,

that we have left to live.

I close my eyes and fly,

with butterfly wings ...

LOVE by G. NUÑEZ DE ARCE.

LOVE by G. NUÑEZ DE ARCE.

Oh, eternal love, that in your immortal career
you give beings life and movement,
with what enthusiastic admiration I feel you,
although invisible, throb everywhere!

Slave of yours, the whole creation
it shudders and animates with your breath;
and it is your greatness such that the thought
God would proclaim you if God had not.

The impalpable atoms combine
with your magnetic and fertile breath:
you create, you transform, you enlighten;

and in the infinite sky, in the deep
sea, in the astonished land you dominate,
Love, eternal love, soul of the world!

Love of Hummingbird *

Love of Hummingbird *

In the dark night from my window,
I dream that you arrive hummingbird of the dawn.
Embraced by the flight that is born in your wings
I want to be wind that comb your grace.
A thousand sighs I put on the silent flower
that lives in the kisses on the window.
In the dark night of this love that bleeds
I'm perfume and leprechaun of your dawn.
I am the texture, the flame caress,
Tenderness of a fire that gilds your soul.
If when reading me you notice that I sleep in nothingness
turn off your Moon and light my desire ...

Ricardo Martell

Greetings heroes and heroines.01 May day of the worker

Greetings heroes and heroines.
01 May day of the worker


As you know, today is May 1 or what is the same, International Workers' Day, known in turn as May Day. One day with so many names, you already smell the importance, right?

But where does the importance of this day lie?

As always, a little history:

On May 1, 1886 (very recently in historical times) 200,000 workers (approximately) began the strike, while others 200,000 threatened a general strike. The strike sought the establishment of 8 working hours.

"Eight hours for work, eight hours for sleep and eight hours for the house"

The strike extended on days 2, 3 and 4, the day on which the Haymarket revolt took place, where a policeman and an unknown number of workers died.

In retaliation, a trial was launched against 31 "responsible", reduced to 8 that culminated in the hanging of 5 and the imprisonment of 3.

Which it was the result? The implementation of the 8-hour day by various employer sectors.

That said, it is not enough to say how important this day, cataloged as a party, is that it is not a celebration at all.

I encourage all of you and everyone that today when you are enjoying your day off (those who have the privilege of doing it) you remember these names:

Dead on the gallows:

-Georg Engel, German, 50 years old, typographer.

-Adolf Fischer, German, 30 years old, journalist.

-Albert Parsons, American, 39, journalist, husband of the Mexican Lucy Gonzalez Parsons although it was proved that he was not present at the place, he gave himself up to be with his companions and was judged equally.

I LOVE LOVE by GABRIELA MISTRAL

I LOVE LOVE by GABRIELA MISTRAL

   Go free in the furrow, beat the wing in the wind,
It beats alive in the sun and lights in the pine forest.
You do not have to forget it like bad thinking:
                   You will have to listen to him!

    He speaks a bronze tongue and speaks a bird's tongue,
timid entreaties, sea imperatives.
You do not want to put a bold gesture, serious frown:
                      You will have to host it!

    Spend traces of owner; they do not make excuses.
Ripping flower vases, cleaves the deep glacier.
You do not have the courage to tell him to shelter him:
                   You will have to host it!

    It has subtle tricks in fine replication,
arguments of wise, but in the voice of a woman.
Human science saves you, less divine science:
                   You will have to believe it!

    He throws you linen bandage; you sell it tolerated.
He offers you his warm arm, you do not know how to run away.
Start walking, you follow it spellbound even if you saw
                      That stops dying!
I LOVE LOVE by GABRIELA MISTRAL

PAULO COELHO *AMA COMO LA LLOVIZNA..., QUE CAE EN SILENCIO...,CASI SIN HACERSE NOTAR..., PERO ES CAPAZ DE DESBORDAR RIOS*.

PAULO COELHO

*AMA COMO LA LLOVIZNA..., QUE CAE EN SILENCIO...,CASI SIN HACERSE NOTAR..., PERO ES CAPAZ 

DE DESBORDAR RIOS*.

Clearly, love is love, and not obligation **

* Clearly, love is love, and not obligation **

* Many people say that they love with their hearts, that they are in love, but have you ever wondered what is love really? They say that a person who never loved will never understand love and it is true, since love suffers but also that same love gives us happiness, love teaches us to see life and everyone in a different way, you can not learn what love is without having loved at least once, so I can tell you that love is a special feeling that can not be described but can be expressed, it is something that can give you many joys if you are with the right person, you would give everything for that person, you would do everything and you only need the approval of that person, noth
ing else matters. *

** Clearly, love is love, and not obligation **

"Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to love yourself in the rain ..."

"Life is not waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to love yourself in the rain ..."

Once again you catch my sadness to hide it in your pocket, to take it away from me. Once again you have sown the garden of my nightmares with new dreams, with new hopes. And I am still full of love for everything that belongs to you, full of jealousy for everything that rubs you and takes away a bit of you. And you're still here, giving me my life in every breath, begging for my kisses without knowing that you do not even have to ask for them. Because they are yours, because I have not been mine for some time, but yours.

  And I do not care if we are different, that we think differently, that we are not compatible ... It is enough for me to coincide with you in wanting to be together forever. And only one thing scares me, that we could never have met.

Sonnet 22 de Pablo Neruda

Sonnet 22 de Pablo Neruda
How many times, love, I loved you without seeing you and maybe without memory,

without recognizing your look, without looking at you, centaury,

in opposite regions, in a burning midday:

You were just the aroma of the cereals that I love.

Maybe I saw you, I supposed you in passing raising a cup

in Angola, in the light of the June moon,

or were you the waist of that guitar

that I played in the darkness and it sounded like the sea beyond measure.

I loved you without my knowing it, and I searched for your memory.

In the empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait.

But I already knew what it was. Suddenly

while you were with me I touched you and my life stopped:

in front of my eyes you were, reigning me, and queens.

Like fire in the woods, fire is your kingdom.

A poem that deals with the memory of love, a love that, possibly, is not reciprocated. You can continue to love despite time and distance, you can be in love without seeing, only with memories and hope. It is the strength of the heart.

Smile, dream, cry, love, share, and live!

Smile, dream, cry, love, share, and live!

SMILE…
Although life hits you, although not all sunrises are beautiful, even if you close the doors.
IT SOUNDS…
Because dreaming does not cost anything and relieves the thought, because perhaps your dream can be fulfilled, because dreaming makes you happier.
CRY ...
Because crying purifies the soul and soothes the heart, because the anguish decreases, because each tear is a purpose to improve the existence.
LOVE ...
Because to love is to live, because if you love, you will receive love, because it is better to love and suffer, than to suffer for never having loved.
SHARE ...
Because when you share more, because the pains, shared, diminish, and the joys double.
Smile, dream, cry, love, share, and live.

DALE VIDA A TUS SUEÑOS ....DE MARIO BENEDETTI.

Dale vida a tus sueños – Mario Benedetti

Jun5

Dale vida a los sueños que alimentan el alma,

no los confundas nunca con realidades vanas.

Y aunque tu mente sienta necesidad, humana,

de conseguir las metas y de escalar montañas,

nunca rompas tus sueños, porque matas el alma.

**********

Dale vida a tus sueños aunque te llamen loco,

no los dejes que mueran de hastío, poco a poco,

no les rompas las alas, que son de fantasía,

y déjalos que vuelen contigo en compañía.

*************

Dale vida a tus sueños y, con ellos volando,

tocarás las estrellas y el viento, susurrando,

te contará secretos que para ti ha guardado

y sentirás el cuerpo con caricias, bañado,

del alma que despierta para estar a tu lado.

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Dale vida a los sueños que tienes escondidos,

descubrirás que puedes vivir estos momentos

con los ojos abiertos y los miedos dormidos,

con los ojos cerrados y los sueños despiertos

Mario Benedetti