Ella dijo:

Quizá fuiste mi hija en otra vida...

(y sólo Dios sabe lo mucho que yo te amo)

Así, poco a poco...

Así, poco a poco elegí este silencio. Silencio. A algún ser querido. Oh, el último momento ... Silencio. Tiempo. Silencio

Assim, pouco a pouco escolhi o presente silencio. Silencio. To pouco querido. Oh, derradeiro momento ...  Silencio. Momento. Silencio

(Y entre tu y yo... silencio... así lo he querido, ya no puedes lastimar, ya no hay más... te quise, te amo...)

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

I took my love, I took it down, I climbed a mountain and I turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills, 'til the landslide brought it down. 

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?. Can the child within my heart rise above?. Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?. Can I handle the seasons of my life? 
Well, I've been afraid of changing cause I've built my life around you, but time makes you bolder even children get older and I'm getting older, too... 

Voodoo girl

    Her skin is white cloth,

and she's all sewn apart

and she has many colored pins

sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies

who are deeply in her trance.

She even has a zombie

who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,

a curse she cannot win.

For if someone gets

too close to her,

 the pins stick farther in.

"What you are never suffers, even in the midst of pain, is never afraid, even in the midst of fear, and never wants more than what is, as it is. What you are has no interest in becoming enlightened, rich or successful, and has no story about itself as being unenlightened, poor, or a failure. All suffering is for an apparent 'I', all suffering is in the story of 'me' - all suffering is essentially a fight against this moment. But what you are cannot fight in this way, for it IS all that appears, including all the stuff 'you' don't want or like. And so this message does not deny human suffering, but points to the possibility of it ending where it begins - here and now-."  

Jeff Foster

Foto por Yael

Deténte sombra

Detente, sombra de mi bien esquivo,
imagen del hechizo que más quiero,
bella ilusión por quien alegre muero,
dulce ficción por quien penosa vivo.

Si al imán de tus gracias, atractivo,
sirve mi pecho de obediente acero,
¿para qué me enamoras lisonjero
si has de burlarme luego fugitivo?

Mas blasonar no puedes, satisfecho,
de que triunfa de mí tu tiranía:
que aunque dejas burlado el lazo estrecho

que tu forma fantástica ceñía,
poco importa burlar brazos y pecho
si te labra prisión mi fantasía. 

Sor Juana Inéz de la Cruz

(360 aniversario del nacimiento de Sor Juana) 

Estas palabras que no bastan.

"En la alegría el hombre pronuncia algunas palabras. Estas palabras no bastan, las prolonga. Las palabras prolongadas no bastan, las modula. Las palabras moduladas no bastan, aun sin que él se apreciba, sus manos hacen algunos gestos y sus pies brincan".

 "Memorial de la Música"

Walk in the park (Debe haber más II).

Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything. The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore. In a matter of time... In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind. In a matter of time.
The face that you saw in the door isn't looking at you anymore. The name that you call in it's place isn't waiting for your embrace. The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore.
More, you want more, you tell me. More, only time can run me.

Beach House

Mas como el tiempo pasa y destruye...

"A veces el dolor es tan intenso que no me queda más remedio que pararme a leer los rótulos de las tiendas..."

Miguel Othón Robledo