May 02 2 008
Our Way
Could we do that our way was the same … but perhaps you wanted it really? Could we learn together the difficult art of loving, but you did not want?
We cover our bodies of carias and kisses, we were sowing with it a love bed … I remain sterile.
We could know everything one of other, enclosed one until one became alone. but you did not want.
Could we give ourselves everything what we needed, but perhaps you wanted?
My mistake … to think that some day you should feel the same as I, it does not import how much, not to what extent, but if in the feeling.
But a heart, which lives surrounded with rancor, hate, darnel and in a field where the only sowing that is done is the poison that expands like the pollen for the air ….Tiene a difficult task, the task of living, of being reborn of blooming every day.
That's why your heart will never feel, nor will know neither the real love, or what shuts everything up … the feeling.
A pity! …. I feel it for you, I am sorry that you can only live in the darkness, that you were not discovering that the sun leaves every day for all. That one is frees since he is born, that the chains only they are put to ourselves by us ourselves, those chains that hurt, that border, that obtain of the freedom. And you will say that … there is always something that ties us. and it is true, but these chains that they tie for love, for abnegation, for the good, for being not be even. those do not annul, do not kill the person, those. they make you grow every day, make you see that you are alive. Y dirás… siempre hay algo que nos ata…. y es cierto, pero esas cadenas que atan por amor, por abnegación, por el bien, por estar aun no estando…. esas no anulan, no matan a la persona, esas…. te hacen crecer cada día, te hacen ver que estás vivo.
We are proprietors of our life, that there is nothing in this world than of right to steal the only thing that the human being has his …. the freedom, the aptitude to think, to direct its course for much that the life gets into debt in making you see that we sail between big thunderstorms. With the human being there is born the capacity of the pain, of the suffering, but also the determination and the power to grow every day before the things that do not please.
I savor my errors, I will not resign from the freedom of being wrong, of them almost always something good is learned, do not even paint the things of the reverse to see a tortured soul, in the end the only thing that it imports is to be able to lead the rudder and that he takes you to good destination.
Happy passage in your life, releases mooring ropes, that the sails open to the wind, which caresses them gently and which this breeze takes you to a good port.
You already know what I always say … … …. Reflections with myself. I also sail between thunderstorms and fight with the rudder of the life. in the end you always end up at a good dock. al final siempre recalas en una buena dársena.
Kisses and a warm hug for all
Helen
We cannot be in the present longing for the past. Not even wondering porké. What happened, happened, and it is k to release it, it is k to become detached. We can be neither eternal children, nor late adolescents, nor have ties with kien not kiere to be linked to us. Lo que sucedió, sucedió, y hay k soltarlo, hay k desprenderse. No podemos ser niños eternos, ni adolescentes tardíos, ni tener vínculos con kien no kiere estar vinculado a nosotros.
The past happened already, do not hope that k they return it to you, do not hope that k they recognize you, do not hope that k one day they realize of kien you are. He remembers that k nobody is indispensable.
I have loved Helen your blog. A big kiss heart.
jajajaja, blog not k with of barrankas it is already sufficient, I was referring to your postttttttttttttttttttttt.
a kiss
I say already to you that with the barrankas blg it is more that enough jjajajajajaja another would be demasido work for my neurons.
Thank you cris, I am glad that you will like
certainly … …. the telfono sounds … … …, if, say to me
hello how are you?
dilcupe I believe that I mistake of number
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your your your your you … … … … …. we it feel the pronounced number it does not correspond to any client, thank you very much for its attention
a kiss niñaaaaaaaaaa
Helen, all the love and tenderness in your words and simultaneously that truth in them. Using naval similar you yourself, that the compass that guides the north of your feelings and of your life, keeps on facing you as accurately as till now.
it of … … dilculpe, it is not that alone sound was putting nervous to the phone jejejeje my fingers that go for free
alone was one FORGIVE, big like a house jajajajaj
Barrankas, thanks to this compass …. that always remembers where this one the north, even navengando in storms, I do not lose it and achieves that my ship returns to healthy and safe port me. You know already … … … … after a storm it turns the calmness and the traces end despareciendo and with it you force it to keep on sailing so freely as the wind. Ya sabes ………… despues de una tempestad vuelve la calma y las huellas terminan despareciendo y con ello la fuerzas para continuar navegando tan libre como el viento.
A besoooooooooooooooo
We can make nobody responsible for our unhappiness … nevertheless if we can comparitr our happiness … … But it is a certain damita, we will be prepared to continue, when we should not depend on anybody ….besitosssssssss. grrrrr the coffee cools down jajajaajajajaj.