DREAMS

I know I've felt like this before, but now I'm feeling it even more,
Because it came from you.
And then I open up and see the person falling here is me,
A different way to be.


And now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don't hurt me.
You're what I couldn't find.
A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind;
You're everything to me.

And oh, my dreams,
It's never quite as it seems,
'Cause you're a dream to me,
Dream to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE,

I DO LOVE YOU... YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME...

I'D JUST LIKE YOU TO BE MORE PRESENT IN MY LIFE,

MISS YOU...

Muy breve, minúscula lista de algunas cosas que amo:

Bailar

Combinar queso Filadelfia con Nutella.

El aroma de la tierra después de la lluvia.

Acariciar a mis perros y jugar con ellos.

Las sábanas nuevas.

Bailar.

La comida Japonesa.

No tener que arreglarme los domingos...

Los cuentos.

Las aves.

Mirar a los ojos.

Estar en cama en días lluviosos.

Las novelas de fantasia.

Los libros de Isabel Allende.

Perderme en mi imaginación mientras me dirijo a otro lugar.

Cortarme el pelo.

Caminar acompañada.

La música suave y con sentido.

Caminar sola.

Comer pan.

Brindar con mis amigos.

El vino & el tequila.

Dar sorpresas.

El Chocolate.

Imaginar historias.

Ver películas romanticas con mis amigas y llorar...

Éstas son sólo unas cuantas...

No...

Ya no quiero amarte...

Pero te amo...

Te amo...si...te amo.....

Espera...

Ella espera. Mira el celular. Lo deja.

Espera.

Va al baño, se mira en el espejo y usa un poco de desodorante porque huele “chistoso”.

Entra en la cocina.

Espera.

Busca en el refrigerador. Piensa que es hora de limpiarlo y lavar algunos platos.

Mira el celular y espera.

Nada.

Lava platos.

Espera unos minutos antes de salir.

Camina al supermercado que no está ni lejos ni cerca de su casa, donde siempre los otros clientes van especialmente sobre arreglados-maquillados-perfumados-vestidos. Compra huevos, pan y leche.

En el camino nota que ha olvidado el celular. “Mejor”-se dice.

Ella camina ansiosa por la calle hacia su casa, deja caer la bolsa con sus compras. Un huevo se rompe.

Cierra la puerta, sube rápido las escaleras. Va hacía su cuarto.

Ve el celular: Nada.

Se sienta y escribe un mensaje: “Ya no te espero”.

Lo envía.

Descorcha una botella de vino, sirve un vaso y bebe sorbos pequeños mientras espera...

On the radio...

This is how it works:

You're young until you aren't
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh

And everyone must breathe.....

Not too late...

Tell me how you've been,
Tell what you've seen,
Tell me that you'd like to see me too.

'cause my heart is full of no blood,
My cup is full of no love,
Couldn't take another sip even if I wanted.

But it's not too late,
Not too late for love.

My lungs are out of air,
Yours are holding smoke,
And it's been like that now for so long.

I've seen people try to change,
And I know it isn't easy,
But nothin' worth the time ever really is.

And it's not too late,
It's not too late for love,
For love,
For love,
For love.

Decisions

Often, the many decisions we make, there is no absolution on whether it's right or it's wrong. Many times, it's a gamble. Not knowing what lies ahead, not knowing what the outcome would be, we make the best estimation possible, put our best foot forward and follow our hearts. It is not until a certain time where our decisions have been 'judged', did we fall into the categories of regret or gratitude. No one is spared.

When you've picked the chicken burger over the vege salad, was it the right choice or the wrong one?
When you've decided to walk rather than hiring a cab, was it the right choice or the wrong one?
When you've hung out with your guy instead of your girl friends, was it the right choice or the wrong one?
When you've wanted to splurge rather than save up, was it the right choice or the wrong one?
When you've given up your job to be with your family, was it the right choice or the wrong one?
When you've gotten yourself caught in debts over that new property, was it the right choice or the wrong one?
When you've decided to leave everything behind and migrate overseas, was it the right choice or the wrong one?
When you've delayed having a baby over that new job promotion, was it the right choice or the wrong one?

How much time have we spent contemplating each move? Taking into account every pros and cons. Listing them down. Soughting advices from acquaintances. Flipping the coin. Talking to God. And "Ah hah!" Finally. I will go with the burger today.

How often did we tell ourselves that we have made the right choice, only to fidget and re-think that maybe we, in fact, made the wrong move? Of course it won't matter much if it's a burger or a salad. Cause you could always pick the salad tomorrow if you didn't picked it today. But would you be able to buy another property tomorrow when you've realised that you'd bought the wrong one today?

Decisions. So many have been afraid of the aftermath that follows. Afraid that it will lead us to the unexpected. A twist in the events that precautions have not been made. Many have heard themselves expressing, "Sigh! I shouldn't have done this. I should have opted for the other alternative instead". And it is from these that others took reasonable precautions. Afraid of muttering the exact same words themselves. Not intending to follow the footsteps of those caught in the dilemma.

Yet, it is something that couldn't be avoided. You, somehow, still got to decide on something each passing day. There is no way that you could have known if the decisions made today were the right ones or the wrong ones for the coming future. People changed. Events changed. Circumstances changed. Perceptions changed. There's a possibility that you might not be the person you are today 10 years later, so let alone the decisions made.

We plan. We consider. We look into all aspects. And we just hope for the best. Hope that it was, indeed, the right move. Even if it was the wrong one later on, we would still hope that the effects will not be that severe. That the corrective measures were sufficient to make right the wrongs.