Monday, December 22, 2008

Today is a good day to die


I have loved and I experienced hate,
I have lived in a dream what I have not yet achieved
I cried out of love, pain and frustration.

I've been able to laugh at myself, and that is the laughter I've enjoyed the most.
I've been relentless with someone who needed a lesson
I've apologized and acknowledged my mistakes

I have forgiven because that frees my spirit
I repudiate when there are things I don't consider fair.
I went to jail with someone who needed company
I've been drunk

The best drug is the satisfaction of a job well done.
One day by accident I left the store without paying for something and didn't return it.
I rode the carousel

I have never done sex, I've made love.
I've learned to use common sense when in doubt, it always work

I've sang, and danced
I've imitated others, and looked stupid
I am a wife, mother, grandmother, a friend, and I'm a mother in law.

I greet with respect to my ex-husband's wife
I accept it when I lose

I take many risks, sometimes I win and sometimes I learn
I accept myself with all my faults and virtues
I don't like mediocre
I'm not perfect; just do my best.

Gambling and losing teaches me not to walk the same road again.
I am bilingual
I try not to criticize others.
I try to understand human behavior.

I have a dog that is named "senorita"
I love to impress
I've bathe in the rain
I've experience at first hand betrayal.

I have traveled by train, plane, and public buses.
I've slept on the floor; I feel panic for snakes, disgusted by cockroaches.
I had mother and father that I didn't enjoy enough, and that hurts.

I don't have a mother in law; she is my husband's mom
I have a friend who is my husband.
I have children who are also my friends
I have daughters-in-law who are like my daughters.
I have grandchildren who think I am rich.

I've experience a toothache, the sting of a bee, ant and a scorpion
I have eaten tortilla with salt; I have eaten in the car
I have dine at expensive restaurants, and love tacos on the street.

I deal with people who feel superior to others, they look so small from above (this is a joke)
I always had money in my pocket, which happens to people who work.
I talk a lot, I am smart, intelligent.

Once I washed the blood from someone who took his own life,
The smell of death is the only smell that you can't make disapear; it leaves when it wants.

I am a successful mother of two boys and a girl
I prayed and I felt the presence of God.
I will never be a pilot, diver, or ride a bicycle.

Today is a good day to die.

LaMore.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The sound of silence

one single chair is making a statement, who wants to be indoors with a patio like this one?.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

AURORA



Today, I woke up early, and you came in between the trees in my little paradise. I am a grain of sand before the majesty of your light, The iguana is waiting to warm her pregnancy, and your rays awaken the tiny hummingbird.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

When All Else Fails

Today I was ignored by the deserted hills .
The colors of the sky didn't distracted my eyes
I was mired in heavy thoughts,
As balls of steel tied to my feet.

I crumbled before the face of adversity.
Someone touched my feelings because I am of flesh and blood,
and my soul and spirit allowed it

Insanity inhabits my being, while my mind is searching for common sense.
An inner voice speaks: When all else fails, talk to yourself.

I am talking to you my dear loneliness,
in you there is not betrayal, You are authentic.
In You I abandon myself to the reality that prompts me to discard anything that hurts, becoming a child in the arms of your patience.

Tomorrow I will come back with my head up high,
the mountains will speak to me.
With the wind on my favor I will dance to my fears.
Tonight, I have decided that at morning I will be fine.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Torn Between Two Worlds

Floating in the atmosphere as the air I breathe;
are the prisoners of my infinite love.
Like sparkles shining in the sky;
are my people, my family .

Fulfilling my dreams, sometimes I must fly,
And I leave the nostalgia at the speed of light
barefooted on the puddles of rain, I run.
like fuel to my senses, I smell the wet earth.

Writes in my soul the hand of the unknown,
a greeting, smiles, salutes.
The spring, summer, and winter become witnesses,
as it rise from the earth, a rebirthing mind.

And I would like to live life imitating a snail,
To take twenty years from my door to my port,
And that the clock would lose its hands,
And yesterday, today and tomorrow would join together at dawn.

The morning comes with a flag at half mast
Yesterday the mariachi sang to a regressive count
The lazy swallow must return.
Prisoners of my infinite love,
for you I live, for you I die.

The escape from the sun to my moons,
breaks my heart in a thousand pieces,
deceiving my love in the intent,
worsen my emptiness even greater.

On the other side of the sun are resting
bare feet surrendered. The luggage returns to the closet.
In my heart begins a persistent beat;
with the longing of wanting to go home.



Thursday, October 30, 2008

THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
I like to explain that this butterfly came in the house and it was released after the picture was taken.
photo taken by LaMore.

Monday, October 27, 2008

From the heart


She is the best invention, the eternal embrace
The warmth in my winter, the splendor of dawn.
She is the kiss of a flower.

I painted her smile, that’s what she said,
She erases my anxieties, that’s what I said.
The journey is endless, the danger awaits its prey
And I pray for her day after day.

My heart is the tomb where I keep her relics
the song of angels so sweet to my ears.
I washed her mistakes with my tears,
and healed her wounds with my love.

Lazily time passes as I embroider the lace
that will adorn her wedding dress.
The unborn Grandchildren play in the patio
while grandmother sings "The tale of the frog".

Flowers from my garden don’t tell her that I cry,
tell her about the white butterfly that comes in the morning,
and about the hummingbird that drink from your juices.

Blessed is the night when I dream of myself
crossing the bridge of her eyebrows,
to see a bright smile swinging in the arc of her lips.

LaMore.