Mafalda te amo

 

Si las heridas del alama se pudiesen curar poniendose una curita, seríamos menos los que andamos por el mundo con alguna herida abierta... Lo máximo Mafalda! Me encanta!!! 

Why won't you let me?

- I'm trying to love you.. why won't you let me?

- My ex... was um... He took something from me. He took little pieces of me, little pieces over time, so small I didn't notice, you know? He wanted me to be something I wasn't and I made myself into what he wanted. I lost myself for a long time and now, that I'm finally me again... I love you more than I loved him, I love you and that scares the crap out of me!

Why?!

I miss you... I freaking miss you!!

I know that what I had with you,
I will never have it with anyone else...

Why I had to dream about you?
Why were we together?
Why you had to say we would be together forever,
and that your love would only be mine?!
Why we slept together?

But those are not the questions I want to ask...
All I want to know is why it was only a dream?!
Why I miss you the way I do?
Why I need you the way I do?
You were the one, and I know it...
Why did I let you go?!
Why?!

How to Really LOVE a Child

Be there.  Say Yes as often as possible.  Let them bang on pots and pans.  If they're crabby, put them in water.  If they're unlovable, love yourself.  Realize how important it is to be a child.  Go to a movie theater in your pajamas.  Read books out loud with joy.  Invent pleasures together.  Remember how really small they are.  Giggle a lot.  Surprise them.  Say no when necessary.  Teach feelings.  Heal your own inner child.  Learn about parenting.  Hug trees together.  Make loving safe.  Bake a cake and eat it with no hands.  Go find elephants and kiss them.  Plan to build a rocket ship.  Imagine yourself magic.  Make lots of forts with your blankets.  Let your angel fly.  Reveal your own dreams.  Search out the positive.  Encourage silly.  Plant flowers in your garden.  Open up.  STOP YELLING.  Express your love A lot.  Speak kindly.  Paint their tennis shoes.  Handle with caring.  Ride bikes together in the early morning.  Make breakfast together.  Look at the stars at night.  Use finger paints to color a smile. Feed them healthy stuff.  Make sure they always fun.  Take them for a walk to the beach.  Build sand castles.  Pretend play.  Stay late -one night- watching movies and eating popcorn.

Children are Miraculous! =)

Closing cycles...

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.

Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister. Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.

That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.

Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”

Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.

Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

By: Paulo Coehlo

Song...

You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up...

Ella y Él...

Ella es de Ecuador; él de Nueva York
Ella baila en salsa; a él le gusta el rock
Ella vende besos en un burdel
Mientras el se gradúa en U.C.L.A.

Ella es medio Marxista; él es Republicano
Ella quiere ser artista; él odia a los Ecuatorianos
Él cree en la Estatua de la Libertad
Y ella en su vieja Ecuador de la Soledad

Él ha comido hamburguesas
Ella moros con carne
Él, el champagne con sus fresas
Ella un mojito Cubano
Ella se fue de gira a Miami
Y el de vacaciones al mismo lugar

Mulata hasta los pies; él rubio como el sol
Ella no habla Ingles; y él menos Español.
Él fue a tomar un trago sin sospechar...
Que iba a encontrar el amor en aquel lugar!

Lo que las ideologías dividen al hombre...
El amor con sus hilos los une en su nombre.

Ella mueve su cintura al ritmo de un tan, tan;
Y él se va divorciando del Tío Sam
Él se refugia en su piel... la quiere para él;
Y ella se va olvidando de Fidel
Que sabían Lenin y Lincoln del amor
Que saben Fidel y Clinton del amor

Ella se sienta en su mesa; él tiembla de la emoción
Ella se llama Teresa; y él se llama John
Ella dice hola chico; él contesta hello
A ella no le para el pico; él dice speak slow.
Él se guardo su bandera; ella olvido los conflictos.
Él encontró la manera de que el amor salga invicto...
La tomo de la mano y se la llevó,
Él Yanqui de la Ecuatoriana se enamoró

Lo que las ideologías dividen al hombre...
El amor con sus hilos los une en su nombre.

Ahora viven en París,
Buscaron tierra neutral.
Ella logró ser actriz; él es un tipo normal
Caminan de la mano por calle Campos Elíseos
Como quién se burla del planeta y sus vicios...

Cleaning up my computer...

My laptop crashed today, I know it was not working properly as it had given me the blue screen twice already... and the technician had told me it had problems with the hard drive. I had backed up a lot of my stuff, pretty much my pictures, my music and my work stuff... I was just too lazy to clean up my personal stuff. So I decided today was the day.

Started looking at all my documents, looking at what should I erase and what should I keep. I tend to forget about everything, I don't understand why I have such a bad memory; but that's the way it is with me :-s  So, I found a lot of documents, erased some and kept some... and then one on of my private folders, found my diary -I used to keep it back when I was with my ex- started reading it, and I felt as if I missed what we had... a little.  I thought that in my healing process I had erased everything I had from him and that his pictures were only kept in my passport, which I don't normally open. But I had these things there, things I had written about him, about how I felt back then and all those nice feelings you have when you are happy with someone.

I can't remember how it all went wrong with us... we were so great together, we always had so much fun and enjoy being with the other a lot... we could spend a weekend watching movies, just the two of us, special weekends they were... We would wake up, make love, take a shower together, go out to eat breakfast, come back to his apartment or mine, watch a movie, then another, then another one, then he would cook lunch, make love again, take a shower together again, watch comedy shows and then go to bed and chit chat and make love many times! It was perfect! We were able to do that, and also we had fun going out... he would go out with my friends, I would go out with his friends... It was just amazing! Such a great guy, never complained if I had plans with my friends or anything like that... he used to say: "Gabby, you're a grown up woman... I know you can handle yourself."  And of course I could, I had such a great man waiting for me that I would have never done anything wrong to him.

So, I kept looking for things to back up, just making sure I had everything... it was then when I got to my "Chat Logs" folder -I normally keep my chat logs, because I thought it was a good idea to have in writing what my baby's daddy says- I was about to erase the whole folder, as I really didn't want to transfer all those files to my new computer; but after reading all the nice things I had said about my ex (before), I was curious to see if I had any logs from him... and I did!!!! So, I started reading... it is great when you start liking someone, the way you talk to them, the way they talk to you and everything! I could see how interested he was in me, how much he wanted to kiss me, how we started with the right feet and how everything was great... and got to the point where I realized why things went wrong...

We had a friend in common, this friend was actually the friend that introduced him to me... and this friend of ours, liked me... but liked me in a sexual way, that's it; and of course, I didn't like that. He kept telling me things about him, things that I should have never thought about... my ex was simply just a great guy... but he wanted us to break up, he wanted that badly. He will come to my house to try to see me; he would text me when he was with my ex; he just did plenty of stuff... And of course I was always loyal to my ex, but this things that he kept telling me got me a bit stressed out, thinking that my ex could be able to hurt me and I started freaking out! How I regret that... if it wasn't for that... we could still be together.

So, I found the files... two months worth of conversations... things like: I miss you, you're my everything, I love you, I can't live without you, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, I'm so glad I met you that day, I'm so glad I was there that day... things like that were said, after all we had such a great relationship. Now I understand why it took more than two years to finally get over him... but why do I still miss him?  I really don't know if it is that I miss him, or what we were... I guess I'll never know that...

I never told you...

I love this song! Reminds me of someone I love and miss!

I miss those blue eyes

How you kiss me at night

I miss the way we sleep

Like there's no sunrise

Like the taste of your smile

I miss the way we breathe

But I never told you

What I should have said

No, I never told you

I just held it in

And now,

I miss everything about you

Can't believe that I still want you

And after all the things we've been through

I miss everything about you

Without you

I see your blue eyes

Every time I close mine

You make it hard to see

Where I belong to

When I'm not around you

It's like I'm alone with me

But I never told you

What I should have said

No, I never told you

I just held it in

And now,

I miss everything about you

Can't believe that I still want you

And after all the things we've been through

I miss everything about you

Without you

But I never told you

What I should have said

No, I never told you

I just held it in

And now,

I miss everything about you

Can't believe that I still want you

And after all the things we've been through

I miss everything about you

Without you

There is a guy I love...

Every time I look at you, every time I am with you... I feel better. It shocks me. It knocks my wind out, but it's true. I don't have to spend all my time with you or have sex with you all the time... I'd be happy just look at you from across the room, be there with you, without you... Even that, anything, any piece of you and, hopefully, all of you... that'd be the best thing. Because I love you... :)

And today...

How can you say that nothing has happened after all the pain you put me through. I wanted to die after you left, and now you come back as if nothing had happened; when there's no more love.

Without you, I felt as if I was in a long winter, the pain felt as if it had been there forever. The day you left is when I knew what hell was, what cold, loneliness, fear to love again was... And without you every night was horrible. When the rain poured on the window, I could not sleep... I was waiting, longing for your body, your smell. And every morning, I found myself on a new attempt to get you out of my heart.

And today you come back... and now, now you say you love me, now that there is nothing left... Now you are crazy in love with me. Now, after I cried you rivers, after what I have been through.

Now... now you'll know what you made me go through.