27.11.08

SilenciO

estoy en huelga, así que..

me callo un rato
a ver que escucho..

25.11.08

We used to love...

each other.

I still wonder what went (so) wrong.. 

every time I do, I come up with a different answer.. 

and these answers..
they get creepier and creepier...

"Theory...

has no importance to a man that is actually living"

- J. Krishnamurti

20.11.08

complete the phrase

- dame :)
- ok :)
- ...
- que?
- ahora!
- no..
- ok..

tic toc tic toc

- ahora?
- quiza..
- ey!
- hehehe..
- mira!
- que?
- na.

tic toc tic toc

- u ok?
- im fine
- sure?
- yeah..
- ok..

tic toc tic toc

- so..
- WHAT?
- here you go..
- what´s THAT?!
- i thought you..
- WHAT?!
- nothing..

tic toc tic toc

- what´s this..?
- nothing..
- ..
- ...
- thank you!
- sure..
- look up!
- what? oh! wow..
- .. yeah..

tic toc tic toc

- i feel stupid when we fight
- you are
- idiot
- i love you..
- i don´t
- hey! 
- im kidding, im kidding! geez..
- hehe.. i know.. 

is conversations like this that...



the wall

ella me pone impedimentos. siempre lo ha hecho. es lo que la vida me puso en medio.. para recordar todo lo que será difícil. a veces se me olvida y me incomoda y quiero quebrarla, romperla y tumbarla. me invade eso.. que no me gusta. entonces recuerdo. muchas cosas por las que he luchado, por las que he crecido, por las que he avanzado, empezaron con las ganas de vencer esos obstáculos que ella siempre ha sabido poner.. justo ahí donde había paso, justo ahí donde mas dolía. y ahora soy esto que escribe. y esta todo bien. así que te doy las gracias. me has hecho fuerte.. y lo has hecho con amor, buenas intenciones y sin darte cuenta. como debe de ser. 

good?
bad?

i guess it depends on what you do with it

19.11.08

Pd2

tengo un proyecto de dos
dos que se comparten desde lejos
se cruzan de cerca

no se tocan

---

se comparten entre páginas y numeros, cuentos y cartas
y su pelo largo, del color de temporada 
cae sobre su pecho
en alguna playa del norte

dos poetas, porque ella odia que la llamen poetisa
"je ne suis pas petite!" reclama..
y el la mira y sonrie y la mira.. y recuerda su tristeza
y la mira y sonrie y la mira.. 

---

lo veo
con el pelo alborotado entre claros y oscuros
de frente al viento.. 

idea una ecuación,
la teje con sus sueños y la suelta

---

tengo un proyecto
un proyecto de dos

que cura el mal del amor, la soledad y la locura
que tiene efectos secundarios,
da resaca y pone la piel de gallina

los interesados escriban..

18.11.08

There IS more to experience..



New link :)
Great articles..
Delicious recipes!

Thank you Michelle

Debilidades...

Si algún comportamiento de alguien o situación te molesta, significa, que algo no esta bien dentro de ti.  Este puede ser un punto débil, algo que no puedes ver, o que no quieres ver o aceptar de tu carácter.

 

Una forma de descubrirlo es a través de los demás. Si un comportamiento o situación te molesta, ese es un reflejo de tu estado interior, y en ese caso, si lo aceptas y entiendes, deberás tomar la decisión de cambiarlo o no.

Ellos son los espejos que reflejan tu personalidad.

 

Si algo te molesta de alguien, estas reconociendo una actitud que esta realmente dentro de ti.

 

Cuando esto no te afecta y puedes responder calmadamente, significa que esa debilidad ya no esta dentro de ti.

 

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Calle Pablito Mirabal No.33 c/c Aida Cartagena Portalatin y

Lorenzo Despradel. La Castellana, Santo Domingo

Tel: 809-563.94.07

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brahmakumarissd@gmail.com

17.11.08

Sounds from Heaven

Mom, dad... thanks for all the music.
I love you both..

"A practicing psychologist...

and analyst once told Krishnamurti how a woman, whom he had been treating fro several months for severe depressions, without success, had gained a sense of release, and ultimately a cure, from attending a series of Krishnamurti’s talks. He asked if Krishnamurti could recommend a method or technique which would not require the amount of time and patient investigation demanded by psychoanalysis, but would alleviate human miseries and depressions quickly. Krishnamurti did not answer the question directly, but asked the psychoanalyst what he tried to do with his patients. He replied that he tried to help them overcome their difficulties and depressions so that they could fit into society. To the question whether it was important to help people fit into a corrupt society, the analyst answered that it was not his function to reform society or to try to create super-normal people. But, Krishnamurti persisted, ‘if one is only concerned with helping the individual to conform to the existing social pattern……is one not maintaining the very causes that make for frustration, misery and destruction?’ Psychoanalysis, apparently, was not concerned with the total development of man, but only a part of his consciousness. It was surely obvious that to attempt to treat a part, without having an understanding of the whole that it was a part of, could actually cause others types of trouble or disease. The analyst admitted that there was something in this argument, and that his profession tended to be too specialized and narrow in its view of man. However, he asked again whether Krishnamurti could recommend a method or technique of therapy, not realizing that the very question implied a narrow and superficial view of man which he had just admitted to be wrong. ‘Can a method or technique set man free?” Krishnamurti asked, ‘or will it merely shape him to a desired end?’ No reply from the analyst is on record, but the discussion up to this point clearly brought out the difference between Krishnamurti’s psychological ideas and those of a modern orthodox psychologist."

¿Por qué..

dejaste de escribir?

12.11.08

Virtudes


These random things que se me cruzan en la vida.. 
And.. why not? :)

8.11.08

"Almost perfect...

... but not quite."
Those were the words of Mary Hume
At her seventh birthday party,
Looking 'round the ribboned room.
"This tablecloth is pink not white--
Almost perfect... but not quite."

"Almost perfect... but not quite."
Those were the words of grown-up Mary
Talking about her handsome beau,
The one she wasn't gonna marry.
"Squeezes me a bit too tight--
Almost perfect... but not quite."

"Almost perfect... but not quite."
Those were the words of ol' Miss Hume
Teaching in the seventh grade,
Grading papers in the gloom
Late at night up in her room.
"They never cross their t's just right--
Almost perfect... but not quite."

Ninety-eight the day she died
Complainin' 'bout the spotless floor.
People shook their heads and sighed,
"Guess that she'll like heaven more."
Up went her soul on feathered wings,
Out the door, up out of sight.
Another voice from heaven came--
"Almost perfect... but not quite."

- Shel Silverstein

6.11.08

Smack the teacher

Click on the image so you can really appreciate this fine work of art.
It was made by one of my younger students. 
I really hope  the teacher in the picture is not me! 
(Hmm.. I do have funky hair, but I don´t use glasses, so.. )