Best Jane Eyre adaptation

...and yes, I had those same thoughts Jane had about
Mr Rochester & Blanche Ingram, but in my own story ;)

Photo Diary. June.24.14

FINDHORN HOW I LOVE THEE

Photo by DMH

Photo Diary : April.18.14

Can't believe it's been a year since I've moved out of Monterrey, time flies...

Cerro de la Popa - Carretera 53

The world through our eyes

Sorry if (as usual) I've been quiet here,

Just wanted to invite you my beloved reader (or just curious visitor)

to our new facebook page 

Behind The Hunters Eyes

So feel free to give a like, stay tuned...

Light & Love 

Welcome Spring/Happiness All Around

Ostara blessings everyone!

The Spring Equinox is finally here 

(along with the Solar Eclipse this morning)

...and let's keep smiling, not just today because

it's International Day of Happiness,

but every single day!

5 years

...and we miss you every single day

Orgullo Mexicano

Todavía no puedo con la emoción de los resultados de 

Los Oscares 2015 

 Alejandro González Iñárritu 

BIEN MERECIDO!!!

Photo Diary : Feb.17.2013

Feliz Día del Odontólog@

Photo Diary : Feb.08.2013

Keep the Memory Alive

Holocaust Rememberance Day

Happy birthday Robbie!!!

 'For my own part I never had the least thought or inclination of turning Poet 

till I got heartily in Love, 

and then Rhyme and Song were, in a manner,

 the spontaneous language of my heart.' 

(First Commonplace Book, 1783)

- Robert Burns 

EL TREN DE LA VIDA

Súbelo lentamente
mirando siempre hacia delante,
en cada pasillo observa que
a mano derecha y a mano izquierda
gente va a su destino, que también es importante
como tú.

Si eres observador
encontrarás que alguien quiere
expresarte su sentir,
nada te quita al darle importancia

Camina un poco más,
unas persona sonriente te estará mirando,
no dejes pasar los hermosos momentos
que la vida te da
porque tú podrías ser
esa misma persona

Cuántos individuos crees
que no les interese nada y
vivan en un entorno tan pequeño,
¿acaso tú piensas que para el ser
supremo solo la mitad de la
existencia humana es merecedora
de valorar?

Ya es tiempo que te quites esa
venda de tus ojos, porque
recuerda que tú eres
el mismo conductor
de tu propio tren
de vida.

Autor : José Eduardo Pacheco Velazco

Quick Update

I should apologize, because I haven't shared much around here...

In my defence, there's been lots of changes
(I still can't believe all that happen last year)

Anyway, this is not a post about that...

it's just to share with you what I've been spending most of my time working on (apart from photos)

SOCIAL MEDIA !!!

That's right, gave a new look to 

Drumbow Art 

(took me a couple of weeks, 'cause I had to dust off all my self-taught skills) 

and just for fun (but mostly to keep myself busy) I'm helping out at 

The Picts Music Company 

So chances are that if you see me hunched in front of a laptop or busy with my phone, it's because 

I'm working away rather than just wasting time...

Stay tuned...

you never know what's next 

Love & Light for you my beloved reader :)

at Mirador Asta Bandera, Mty NL.
Photo by DMH

Hannibal

Yes, watching the whole series again (I love it)

...and to think the inspiration for Hannibal came from a mexican doctor!!!

Tho I'm a huge fan of Anthony Hopkins, I have to admit I'm a big fan of Mads Mikkelsen and he plays the new Hannibal brilliantly 

(plus, I love the ties & the suits - best dressed villian ever!!!)

New Year : 365 opportunities!!!

at Minas de Mármol, Cuatrociénegas Coah.
Photo by Néstor Sáenz

Wishin' everyone out there all the best for this new year!!!

Happy Holidays!

MERRY XMAS!

Remembrance Day

by outlawninja

25th anniversary of the Fall of Berlin's Wall

There shouldn't be walls between people... 

only light!

A Mother's Lament For the Death of Her Son.

Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,

  And pierc’d my darling’s heart;

And with him all the joys are fled

  Life can to me impart.

By cruel hands the sapling drops,        

  In dust dishonour’d laid;

So fell the pride of all my hopes,

  My age’s future shade.

The mother-linnet in the brake

  Bewails her ravish’d young;        

So I, for my lost darling’s sake,

  Lament the live-day long.

Death, oft I’ve feared thy fatal blow.

  Now, fond, I bare my breast;

O, do thou kindly lay me low        

  With him I love, at rest!

Robert Burns

All Saints Day

♪♫'Cause you were just a small bump unborn 

For four months then torn from life 

Maybe you were needed up there 

But we're still unaware as why♪♫

Contemplating

 ♪♫Well it takes a little faith, 

and takes a lot of work, 

and takes a little patience, 

and it takes a lot of love, 

to keep your dreams alive...♪♫

Tartan addiction

'Widows of Culloden' by Alexander McQueen

LOVE IT!!!

Halloween is just around the corner....

"The Jigsaw" 2013

World Mental Health Day

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not;

and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” 

― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Picts

♥   ♥   ♥

Conversaciones con Dios

"Así pues, sé la luz en la oscuridad, y no la maldigas.

Y no olvides Quién Eres mientras dura tu rodeo por el camino de lo que no eres. Pero alaba la creación, aunque trates de cambiarla.

Y sabe que lo que hagas en los momentos de más dura prueba puede ser tu mayor triunfo, ya que la experiencia que creas es una afirmación de Quién Eres, y de Quién Quieres Ser."

- Neale Donald Walsch

Wake me from this dream...

♫I'm longing for your heartbeat♫

Scotland Decides...

#voteYES

Voz del Espíritu Santo a las almas afligidas

Si hay fe en mi debo saber
que Dios con sumo cuidado
para mi bien ha ordenado
cuanto me habrá de acaecer.
Según esto, debo creer
que de Dios todo proviene,
y que si algún mal me viene,
lo he de mirar como bien,
pues viene de Dios que es quien
me lo envía, porque conviene.

Conozco que mis pasiones
no ven como bien el mal,
pues con horror natural
miran mis tribulaciones
pero estas disposiciones
no impiden mi libertad
porque si hay conformidad
en mí y abrazo un disgusto,
aunque no lo veo con gusto,
lo abrazo con voluntad.

De aquí saco la ganancia
de tener a Dios propicio
pues le ofrezco el sacrificio
de vencer mi repugnancia
si yo abrazo lo que a instancia
de mi amor propio no quiero,
y esto que no quiero, quiero
porque Dios lo quiere así,
venzo mi amor propio en mí,
y dejo a Dios placentero.

¿Qué gano con no abrazar
lo que Dios ya decretó
si aunque no lo quiere yo
Dios lo quiere y ha de obrar
yo nada puedo evitar
de lo que Dios quiere hacer
y así es necedad querer
lo que querer no debiera
pues quiera que no quiera
lo que Dios quiera ha de ser.

Si yo no quiero querer
lo que Dios quiere que quiera,
la alegría que tuviera
queriendo, no he de tener.
A esto sigue el perder.
La paz, el gozo y contento
y granjeando el tormento
de un continuo torcedor.
Hago mi pena mayor
y pierdo el merecimiento.

Cuando Dios me envía el pesar,
el trabajo y la desgracia
me envía con ellos su gracia
para saberlos llevar
si yo quiero cooperar
a esta gracia y merecer
abrazaré el padecer
que Dios quiere para mí
y en resignándome así
el mal me será placer.

Porque qué placer no encierra
saber, para mi consuelo
que Dios recibe en el cielo,
lo que yo paso en la tierra?
Esta fe es la que destierra
de mí toda turbación
pues me dice y con razón
que teniendo a Dios propicio
cuando hago un sacrificio
me prepara un galardón.

Si esto creo, me hará querer
cuanto Dios me quiera enviar
o sea el bien para gozar
o el mal para padecer.
Lo uno y lo otro debo ver
con indiferencia igual
porque si mi gozo es tal
si de Dios recibo el bien
¿Por qué no querré también
recibir de Dios el mal?

Si Dios me envía el mal por bien,
y no lo abrazo por tal
resisto el bien en el mal
y resisto a Dios también
luego no he de hacer desdén
al mal que por bien me cabe
pues dice Dios que a quien sabe
llevar el mal como debe
su carga le será leve
su yugo le será suave

También nos dice el Señor
venir los que andáis cargados
de pesares y cuidados,
de la pena y del dolor.
Venir a mí, que mi amor
vuestras penas templará
y en gozo convertirá
lo que padecéis por mí
luego si padezco así
su palabra cumplirá

Según esto, no tendré
para temer ya razón,
pues la paz del corazón
me la asegura la fe.
si esta hay en mí, abrazaré
con fortaleza el pesar,
consuelo hallaré en penar,
tranquilidad y quietud
y afianzado en la virtud
cualquier mal podré llevar.

Todo esto me determina
a hacer que mi voluntad
tenga fiel conformidad
con la voluntad divina
y así, pues la fe me inclina
a querer lo que Dios quiere
todo cuanto me viniere,
sea a favor o contra mía,
una vez que Dios lo envía
lo quiero, sea lo que fuere.

Tan fiel y unido ha de estar
mi querer con su querer,
que entre los dos no ha de haber
ni otro querer, ni otro obrar.
Por lo que si él quiere enviar
el pesar más duro y fiero,
ese pesar sólo quiero
y lo quiero de manera,
pues Dios quiere que lo quiera,
que al bien el pesar prefiero.

¿Qué importa que en mí el dolor
doble mis tribulaciones,
si sé que mis aflicciones
son para Dios lo mejor?
y si el obsequio mayor
que a Dios le puedo ofrecer
es contento padecer,
por cumplir su voluntad
¿Quién duda que su bondad
suave el dolor me ha de hacer?

Y así, Dios omnipotente
dulce bien y padre mío,
recibe con mi albedrío
mi voluntad penitente.
Si hasta aquí fui resistente
a tu cruz y a tu querer
ahora que lo llego a ver
al golpe de tanta luz.
Ni quiero ya más que cruz,
ni amo más que el padecer.

Y así que me envíes Señor,
trabajos para penar,
que me envíes cualquier pesar
con cuanto trae de dolor
o me oprimas con rigor
en toda penalidad:
Una vez que a tu bondad
ya se a unido mi albedrío
a todo diré: Dios mío,
que se haga tu voluntad.

- Del libro "Cómo encontrar la paz del corazón"
por P.Juan Rivas, L.C.

Glory Baby by Watermark

Merry Xmas!!!

Yule Blessings!

Happy St. Andrew's Day!

"O glorious St. Andrew, you were the first to recognize and follow the Lamb of God. 

With your friend, St. John, you remained with Jesus for that first day, 

for your entire life, 

and now throughout eternity. 

 As you led your brother, St. Peter, to Christ and many others after him, 

draw us also to Him. 

Teach us to lead others to Christ solely out of love for Him 

and dedication in His service. 

Help us to learn the lesson of the Cross 

and to carry our daily crosses without complaint 

so that they may carry us to Jesus."

Amen.

Hail! Bright Cecilia

Saint Cecilia with an Angel by Orazio Gentileschi

"Hail! Bright Cecilia, Hail to thee!

Great Patroness of Us and Harmony!
Who, whilst among the Choir above
Thou dost thy former Skill improve,
With Rapture of Delight dost see
Thy Favourite Art
Make up a Part
Of infinite Felicity.
Hail! Bright Cecilia, Hail to thee!
Great Patroness of Us and Harmony!"

Wild Spirit Awakening

"Walk tall as the trees;
live strong as the mountains,
be gentle as the spring winds,
keep the warmth of the summer sun in your heart,
and the great spirit will always be with you"

Stay Tuned...

After going through a lot all these years... 

all I can say is :

I'm so glad to be alive

I'll be back soon...

El 2 de Octubre - No se Olvida!

The Tlatelolco Massacre

Pumpkin Season has Finally Arrived!!!

VIVA MÉXICO!

México Lindo y Querido!

Foto por Gaston Saldana

Vacante

Autor : Matthias Müller

Las ciudades viejas… se están desvaneciendo.

Opacadas por su historia, las ciudades viejas languidecen, se desintegran y desaparecen.

El año en el que nací se construyó una ciudad nueva, una ciudad blanca para el futuro, una ciudad que vino de la nada.

Cuando nací, empezaron a construir una ciudad en medio de la sabana. Haciendo una cruz en el polvo rojo, hicieron planes para el mundo nuevo.

Los hombres pusieron una cruz dentro de la arena roja, dentro del polvo amorfo que cubre la tierra. La ciudad descansa su figura lejos del desierto.

En el día de inauguración, una ciudad reluciente es revelada, con edificios que ya no están anclados a la tierra. Un lugar no para ahora, pero para el futuro, una ciudad modelo para el hombre  anticipado y que va a nacer.

"Puedes terminar tu vuelo cuando quieras", me dijeron, "pero llegarás a otra ciudad absolutamente igual. Sólo el nombre del aeropuerto cambia."

El "hombre nuevo" no ha llegado todavía.

Esa noche yo soñé que la ciudad estaba vacía de gente otra vez, abandonada antes de que fuera habitada.

…los habitantes anónimos, viniendo de regiones diferentes, de mundos diferentes.

Las ciudades se unen en un beso. Buscando a otros de su mismo tipo, llevan a ningún lugar.

Mi sombra --una de mis sombras-- se extiende enfrente de mí, luego se escurre debajo de mis pies y uniéndose a mí.

Deambulaba --perdido en el sueño de un desierto infinito.

Mejor hubiera  contado una historia diferente.

Me he convertido en vacío. Soy un extraño a los otros y a mí mismo y me rehúso a pretender que soy familiar o que tengo una historia pegada a mis talones. Soy una copia de carbón de mi forma. He sido tirado dentro de todo esto desde otro mundo y ya no puedo hablar tu lenguaje. Soy un extraño y me estoy moviendo.

El vacío está escondido debajo de una capa gruesa de señales. La ciudad repite sus señales para que pueda empezar a existir.

Todo lo que nos rodea corre hacia la desaparición. Nuestro breve momento es un flash, un destello arqueado que sirve para iluminar la cara de la muerte.

La ciudad se basta a sí misma…un escenario vacío que podría servirse a sí mismo sin actores.

Esta utopía obstinada de belleza se ha convertido en un museo, laboriosamente regimentado, conservando los restos de un sueño destruido hace mucho tiempo. El deseo de permanencia lo hizo un patrimonio intocable, un cadáver exquisito paralizado por rigor mortis.

La muerte es vista en público.

Todo lo que queda ahora es mudo.

Sólo mi chiflido rompe el silencio. Todo lo demás se mantiene callado.

Árboles y piedras son sólo lo que son.

La ciudad no cuenta su pasado, pero lo contiene, como las líneas de una mano, escritas en la esquina de las calles, las planicies, los campos vastos; cada segmento marcado en turno con rasguños y hendiduras.

Cae la noche.

Los edificios atraen los relámpagos.

Cae la noche. Las ventanas se encienden.

En la noche, poniendo tus oídos en el piso, a veces puedes oír una puerta azotarse.

Persuasion

I can listen no longer in silence. 

I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. 

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. 

Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. 

I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago.

 Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. 

I have loved none but you. 

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. 

You alone have brought me to Bath.

 For you alone, I think and plan. 

Have you not seen this? 

Can you fail to have understood my wishes?

 I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. 

I can hardly write.

 I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. 

You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! 

You do us justice, indeed. 

You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men.

 Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W. 

 I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. 

A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never. 

― Jane Austen

Immortal Beloved

"Monday evening, 6th July.
You are suffering, you my dearest creature – only now do I realize that letters have to be posted very early, on Mondays – Thursdays – the only days when the mail is delivered to K. - you are suffering - Oh, wherever I am, you are with me, I talk to myself and to you[,] arrange [it] that I can live with you, what a life!!!! as it is!!!! without you – Pursued by the goodness of mankind here and there, the goodness that I wish to deserve as little as I deserve it. – Man’s humility towards man – this pains me – and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is the man who is called the greatest? – And yet, – therein lies the divine element in man. I weep when I think that you will probably not receive first news of me until Saturday. However as much as you love me - I love you even more deeply, but - but never hide yourself from me - Good night – as I am taking the baths I must go to bed. ⟨oh go with me, go with me⟩ Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love a true edifice in Heaven - but also as firm as the firmament. –"

...only a passionate man like Beethoven was, could write that! :')

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man's days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

― Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems

There's a Storm Coming...

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Tragedy in Connecticut...

 More innocent victims...

I'll never understand why some people behave worse than some animals do... 

a lot of animals protect their own kin... 

 and we??? 

The worst of all are all those innocent lives lost today...

and all those who are left behind... grieving!!!

It's so unfair...

Prayers and love for everyone affected by this tragedy... 

and anyone suffering loss of any sort anywhere!

It Can't Rain All The Time

by Jane Siberry

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall
forever.

Depression

You've been so long
Looking at the shadows
That you'll end up becoming
another one of them...

The sadness on your face
Someday will vanish,
But time is gold
And all that's good in your life will fade away...

You are wrapped up in a bubble
Of tragedy and doom,
And you'll remain stuck
Between fury, confusion and anxiety...

Happiness will remain hidden
As long as you're depressed
And when you try to reach it
You'll Find everything so dull!

- D Feline Oct.24.00-
 The Original

Black

Black, black, black
So is the atmosphere...
Dark and deadly,
Deceitful as an oasis in the desert ...
Invincible Spirit of time.

Black, black, black
So is the feeling...
Tragic and deep,
Eternal as the infinite universe ...
Terrible phantom of torment.

Black, black, black
So is the way...
Mysterious and unreal,
False as the clouds in the sky ...
Sinner demon from hell.

Black, black, black
So is suicide ...
Seductive and lethal
Traitor as rain in winter ...
Invisible Sylph of the Wind.

- D Feline '1999-
The Original

Those Eyes

One night... one more night...

Some Eyes... Just some eyes... 

The band playing, 

The people dancing... 

And those eyes... those eyes distracted you... 

The night consumed away... 

No more alcohol, 

No more nicotine... 

But those eyes... those eyes followed you... 

A day... just another day... 

The light turned into darkness... 

People praying, 

People laughing... 

And those eyes... those eyes hypnotized you... 

The darkness became torment... 

No more songs, 

No more temptations... 

But those eyes... those eyes enslaved you... 

- D Feline August 21'2002 -

The Original

Caledonia

by Dougie MacLean

I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I've come from
That's the reason why I seem
So far away today

Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me, now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger
Know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the fellas and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes, there's no denying
I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying
Somewhere with the wind

Now I'm sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames have cooled, don't get any higher
They've withered, now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When hands have shaken, the kisses float
Then I will disappear

Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

Happy Sain't Andrews Day!

John McDermott version lyrics:

Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies, Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.

Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled,Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me,Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud,Land of the brave and proud land of the free.

Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free,Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,And proudly she sings looking over the sea.

Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled, When armies and empires against me were hurled, Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock, Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.

But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path, The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs, Deep-dyed in gore is the green tartan's wave, Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel, Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs, Deep-dyed in gore is the green tartan's wave, Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel, Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

Labios Rotos (Broken Lips) by ZOE

Regalame tu corazón y dejame entrar
a ese lugar,  donde nacen las flores
donde nace el amor.

entregame tus labios rotos lo quiero besar,
los quiero curar, los voy a cuidar
con todo mi amor...
es raro el amor aaah es raro el amor aaah
que se te aparece cuando menos piensas.
es raro el amor aaah es raro el amor aaah
no importa la distancia, ni el tiempo ni la edad!

Moja el desierto de mi alma con tu mirar,
con tu tierna voz, con tu mano en mi mano
por la eternidad...

Y entregame esos labios rotos lo quiero besar,
los quiero curar, los voy a cuidar
con todo mi amor...

es raro el amor aaah es raro el amor aaah
que se te aparece cuando menos piensas. 

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Give me your heart and let me in
to that place , where the flowers are born
where love is born.

Give me your broken lips I wanna kiss them,
I want to heal them, I will care for them
with all my love ...

love is rare aaah aaah love is rare
which appears when you least think.
love is rare aaah aaah love is rare
no matter the distance, the time or age!

Soak the desert of my soul with your look,
with your tender voice, with your hand in my hand
for eternity ...

And give me those broken lips i want to kiss them,
I want to heal them, I will care for them
with all my love ...

love is rare aaah aaah love is rare
which appears when you least think.

Happy International Men's Day!

Inaugurated in 1999

"It's easier to build strong children
than to repair broken men."
- Frederick Douglass

The image in the rareview mirror

What will become of me?
- you asked
...You'll be like an image
that fades away in the rareview mirror.
The image of  love
that once was mine alone.
...but in the end... an image
fading in the rareview mirror.

- D Feline 2000 -
 The Original

Caught in the Sun

by Course of Nature

You're my distance, destination of choice
I'd give anything just to hear your voice
I could have passed you on the street
Without saying a word
Most times, I miss the voice that goes unheard

What if I missed you
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something never to be enough

People everywhere how could I be sure
If it's you that I have been looking for
What would it take for me to be comfortable
With you, with me you're the chosen one

You are there for me
This I hope and pray
Will you wait for me
Or will I be too late this time

Guy Fawkes Night!

"Remember, remember, the 5th of November,

Gunpowder, treason and plot!"

Happy Bonfire Night

Not a man, but a wolf...

 

"He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, 

but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. 

He had learned a good deal . . . and was a fairly clever fellow. 

What he had not learned, however, was this: 

to find contentment in himself and his own life. 

The cause of this apparently was that 

at the bottom of his heart 

he knew all the time (or thought he knew) 

that he was in reality not a man, 

but a wolf of the Steppes."

 -Herman Hesse (Steppenwolf)

Feliz Dia de Muertos!

Festejando a nuestros difuntos!

"Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.  

~Author Unknown

Wishes of a Living Dead

Death haunts these parts,
remains watching me with sadness;
a single idea
has got into her head:
that'll be her fiancée...

Every night she strolls outside my house,
greets me with a dismal smile
and a great hope: 
that'll watch over her
while she cheerfully works...

Hours go by becoming eternal,
she waits for me at the corner
but I can't follow her,
I can not with this agony,
I can not against this conquest...

Maybe I should go after her,
learn every night to love her;
that way I wouldn't be so lonely
and I could dance 'till the end
in a beautiful and silent garden of memories...
a cemetery!

- D Feline '99

The original

Happy International Day of the Girl Child

"Little Girls are Heavens Flowers"

Happy National Coming Out Day

Closets are for Clothes!

Happy World Mental Health Day!

Crazy is Just a Point of View!

HAPPY WORLD ANIMAL DAY!

Celebrate in the Spirit of St.Francis

Hear our humble prayer, O God, 

for our friends the animals, 

especially for animals who are suffering; 

for animals that are overworked, 

underfed and cruelly treated; 

for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; 

for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; 

for all that must be put death. 

We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity, 

and for those who deal with them 

we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words. 

Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals,

 and so to share the blessings of the merciful. 

By Albert Schweitzer

Positively 4th Street

by Bob Dylan



You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend 
When I was down, you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve to say you gotta helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winning 

You say I let you down, you know it's not like that 
If you're so hurt why then don't you show it? 
You say you lost your faith but that's not where it's at 
You have no faith to lose and you know it 

I know the reason that you talk behind my back 
I used to be among the crowd you're in with 
Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact 
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with?

You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say, "How are you? Good luck," but you don't mean it 
When you know as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed 
Why don't you just come out once and scream it? 

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And now I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place 
Don't you understand, it's not my problem 

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes 
And just for that one moment, I could be you 
Yes, I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you.