hasta luego  

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To those of you who are kind enough to grace me with your company on a messenger service from time to time... I will miss you.

As most of you know you will not find me there... I would however love to hear from you.

For me the one sad thing about chatting is that it seems to have in some part done away with good old fashioned letter writing, you know the kind where people actually took the time to think about what they wanted to say as opposed to shooting off the first thing that came to mind.

I know, guilty as charged. Hey, at least I admit it.

So... if you feel the urge to write me, don't fight it... you'll most likely make my day.

Un abrazo


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no more wine for those guys...  

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Los tres amigos  

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What?!? Who wouldn't be smiling?  

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the call  

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"Mig... you have a call."



- When are you coming home?

It was nice to see you today little man!

- You can stay in our room...

I will try to visit soon, send my love to mom and the little man ok?

- Can I call sometimes just to say good night?...

Claro que si.


Feels good to be loved.

For love is sufficient unto love  

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Comforting to know I'm not the only one that's crazy... this guy was too.


Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.

And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

--The Prophet, Love --

Gibran Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)

think about it  

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Yesterday's post title: " to sleep with open eyes/eyes wide open".

Some days, weeks, sometimes even months can feel that way. It happened to me not too long ago. Some people never do figure out when they're awake, they never think they will be able to... others live dreaming of the day they will awaken while others still don't believe in dreams altogether.

Which are you?

Are you dreaming or sleeping awake?

and then there are...

Keej wenel  

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The Mayan language has once again gripped me, would you believe that I even attempetd to learn it at some point? In any case, I've had the dictionaries for quite some time now and have recently decided to give them a look ... fascinating language.

For those of you who may not know... "beuribe" means "moonshine" or the "moon's glow" in Mayan... that one stuck with me years ago... but you will discover that I am beginning to incorporate a lot more of the Mayan culture's phrases and thoughts in my every day language...

For example; I have decided that I will no longer simply say "I love you" to those I care for, not that the phrase "I love you" is in itself incomplete or inadequate... but perhaps I am just tired of feeling frustrated that people I express this to don't seem to understand what I am trying to convey and often opt for interpreting those beautiful three words as whatever current cliche or predetermined ideology comes to mind or suits their fancy .

I will now say to you special people; inlakesh.

I will have to explain what that means some other time but all that to say that
if you see odd words in here from time to time, fear not, I haven't gone crazy...

Táak in wenel-- (I'm sleepy)


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My feelings today.

The Ladies Man  

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