agian

how many times have we planned to say something, to do something important, to make a decision and not follow through with it. Life is a pattern with often repetitions in behavior, feelings, places, names. Patterns are often good, they offer calm and peace to know what to expect. However sometimes we need to break the mold to speak up, to change something important in our lives. We must make a balance to see what weighs more. Stay true to yourself. Learn, study, educate yourself, 'cause that.... will stay inside you and nobody can take it from you.
Have a lovely night, soon March,
CA

hey

have you ever thought what would you be doing if you hadn't make that decision a long time ago? pretty amazing how our lives revolve based on our decisions at a given time. The path starts a new route, non stoppable. Sometimes I think that it is only under heat and stress when we have the courage to make life changing decisions and not when we are calm and reasonable. Perhaps we should let loose a bit more, it is ok. I often feel strengthen by my courage,  I feel alive, not afraid and then and only then I am at my best.
Wishing you a wonderful day/evening wherever you are. Today is never coming back, I hope you enjoyed it!

Besos

CA

my discovery is.....

that  many people will never change, that no matter how much you want to be listened if you are talking to the wrong crowd it is useless, that we should never try to change anyone, that people are responsible for their own actions, that no one else is to blame, that life is not fair, that you have to sometimes shut up and keep moving forward because better times will arrive, that who the fuck cares about what other people think, that we are unique and special, that all kids deserve happiness, that we are all free, that being afraid is not being free, that sometimes a clean cut is the only thing that will work, that we must be strong, put ourselves together and look up to the beautiful clouds, dream on, walk on, stay true to yourself, then your conscience will be in peace.
Seras tu y solo tu,
besos
CA

read a beautiful poem today

CRANKY OLD MAN

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

welcome

February, a cold pure winter month but a month full of hope for the spring to come, for the days to get longer and the temps to rise. A month filled with events during the previous years. I hope this year will be an exception, uneventful periods are good, relaxing for a change. And I wish that for you too, some peace and sometime to think of ourselves.
CA