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...
"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-."
"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".
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.
Hay un más allá, hay algo todavía, pero... por
Dios, no ignores; toma, acepta, que venga como tenga que ser, yo te juro que no
te rompes, son fragmentos de un todo,
acepta... acepta.
El viento en los pinos, la lluvia sobre los bambúes, La caída del torrente, el rumor de las olas.
(Fragmento-sexta meditación
de las 24 virtudes correspondientes al antiguo instrumento de cuerda
chino: k'in, de acuerdo a la colección de Siu Ts'ing-chan.)
....Mujer que te brilla los
ojos divinos: será tu destino de estrella fugaz brillando en la oscuridad.
Llegará la noche, sueños de un mañana, con distinto amanecer y como un reproche
volverán tus ganas despertando en los rincones de tu piel...
....muñequita rota, triste es tu porcelana, veras que mañana será un día mejor. Que canten las notas de tu hermosa risa, perfuma la brisa de tu alrededor con tu presencia de flor.
Allahu Akbar: 'God is the Greatest'. It is a common phraze in Islam and it features in the adhan and prayer. Muslims tend to use it for lots of reasons and to express many emotions.
(no le correspondía; no hay otra intención que no sea el reconocimiento, la creencia absoluta, lo siento. )