BENDITA TU LUZ

Bendita tu Luz

Mana & Juan Luis Guerra

BENDITO EL LUGAR Y EL MOTIVO DE ESTAR AHí, BENDITA LA COINCIDENCIA. BENDITO EL RELOJ QUE NOS PUSO PUNTUAL AHí. BENDITA SEA TU PRESENCIA. BENDITO DIOS POR ENCONTRARNOS EN EL CAMINO Y DE QUITARME ESTA SOLEDAD DE MI DESTINO. BENDITA LA LUZ, BENDITA LA LUZ DE TU MIRADA, BENDITA LA LUZ, BENDITA LA LUZ DE TU MIRADA, DESDE EL ALMA. BENDITOS OJOS QUE ME ESQUIVABAN, SIMULABAN DESDéN QUE ME IGNORABA, Y DE REPENTE SOSTIENES LA MIRADA. BENDITO DIOS POR ENCONTRARNOS EN EL CAMINO Y DE QUITARME ESTA SOLEDAD DE MI DESTINO. BENDITA LA LUZ, BENDITA LA LUZ DE TU MIRADA, BENDITA LA LUZ, BENDITA LA LUZ DE TU MIRADA, OOH. DIVINA DE ESTA SUERTE, DEL BUEN TINO, DE ENCONTRARTE JUSTO AHí, EN MEDIO DEL CAMINO. GLORIA AL CIELO DE ENCONTRARTE AHORA, LLEVARTE MI SOLEDAD Y COINCIDIR EN MI DESTINO, EN EL MISMO DESTINO. BENDITA LA LUZ,BENDITA LA LUZ DE TU MIRADA, BENDITA LA LUZ, BENDITA LA LUZ DE TU MIRADA, BENDITA MIRADA, OH, BENDITA MIRADA DESDE EL ALMA. TU MIRADA, OH OH, BENDITA, BENDITA, BENDITA MIRADA BENDITA TU ALMA Y BENDITA TU LUZ. TU MIRADA, OH OH OH OH, TE DIGO ES TAN BENDITA TU LUZ AMOR, AMOR. Y TU MIRADA, OH OH. AMOR AMOR, QUé BENDITA TU MIRADA...AMOR.

:::Everyday:::

Feeling incomplete was what it used to drown me, just being without a reason, it haunted me while you didnt shine, the world was simple and gray, like ashes and my job was to imagine you, draw you, create you and destroy you every dawn and now I have the miracle of your existence, what day is not happiness? what night is not a delicious experience? it is you who creates me and keeps me alive everyday.

::I've heard it is possible::

I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope...

"I have no choice" .-_ She said

Today I have decided not to think of you anymore...this feeling is hurting me, it's to much for me. Here I am, remembering those moments, trying to understand why aren't you here. And I am still here, waiting for you to decide to come back someday.

It's that taste, the taste in your lips. A drug that poisons me and makes me mad. It's that smell, the smell of your hair, a scent that remains in my skin. I can't forget that time when you loved me. And now that you are not here I miss you and I love you more than ever. You'll never come back.

And I am here, breathing out the feelings of my love for you, and I am getting out of here and tying to start a new empty life without you.

Because without you now...I have no choice but to let you go.

Summer Time at Mville

Inspired by

"Motorcycle Driveby" and my dearest friend Emilia Conde.

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside Manhattanville and I don't know what I'm doing on this campus, the sun is always in my eyes, it crashes through the windows and I'm sleeping on my bunkbed when you came to visit me. That's when I knew that I could never have you. I knew that before you did. Still I'm the one who's stupid and there's this burning like there's always been. I never been so alone and I've never been so alive.

I have visions of you on a subway train, the cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don't mind, you smile, and say the world doesn't fit with you. I don't believe you, you're so serene, careening through the universe. Your axis on a tilt , you're guiltless and free. I hope you take a piece of me with you.

There's things I'd like to do that you don't believe in. I would like to build something, but we'll never see them happen. And there's this burning, like there's always been. I've never been so alone and I've never been so alive.

Where's the soul I want to know? New York City is evil. The surface is everything but I could never do that. Someone would see through that. And this is the last time we'll be friends again. I'll get over you, you'll wonder who I am and there's this burning just like there's always been.

Mville's never been so alone and it's never been so alive. So alive without everyone else, without you.

I'll go home to the coast. It'll start to rain and I'll paddle out on the water alone, I'll taste the salt and taste the pain.

I'm not thinking of you again. Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes. See this rolling wave darkly coming to take me home and I've never been so alone and so alive.

gracias Duncan Dhu

-Tu Sonrisa-

Te despiertas al amanecer sabes bien lo que debes hacer, ponte la careta hoy también harás reír aunque luego se olviden de ti. Ya no quedan chistes por contar pero tú te las arreglarás ya no queda tiempo para volver hacia atrás y de tu cansancio comerás.

Y hoy no te sientes con humor pero la gente pide más, hoy tu sonrisa se escondió te la tuviste que pintar...

Hoy no tienes ganas de reír y el estómago te hace sentir, te recuerda que hoy también quiere comer y no tienes mucho que ofrecer. Señales en el cielo. Te fuiste pronto, sin un adiós al caer la noche, en tu portal te preguntabas, asi sin voz dónde estarías al despertar. Al despertar no busques más porque ya habrás llegado donde siempre quisiste ir. Y allí donde Dios quiera que tú estés mis saludos van por ti.

No había sitio, en tu razón para ningún disgusto más tus penas salen libres al sol, no te acompañan donde tú vas. No volverás, nunca hacia atrás porque habrás encontrado más sitio en tu corazón. Y allí donde ya puedes descansar mil recuerdos en tu honor.

Viste una seña, que te llamó sin saber adónde iba a parar el cielo negro fue tu visión en el momento para marchar. Y al despertar, no busques más porque a los que dejaste habrán viajado junto a ti miles de voces a tu alrededor te desean ser feliz.

from Message in a Bottle

To all the ships at sea...and all the ports of call. To my family...and to all friends and strangers. This is a message and a prayer. The message is that my travels taught me a great truth. l already had what everyone is searching for...and few ever find: The one person in the world... who l was born to love forever. A person like me, of the blue Atlantic mystery. A person rich in simple treasures...self-made, self-taught. A harbor where l am forever home. And no wind or trouble...or even a little death can knock down this house. The prayer is that everyone in the world can know this kind of love...and be healed by it. lf my prayer is heard, then there will be an erasing of all guilt... and all regret...and an end to all anger.

Please, God. Amen.

From Both Sides....I've looked

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air. And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone. So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud's illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel. As every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now, From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall. I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say I love you right out loud, Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads,and they tell me that I've changed. Well, something's lost but something's gained in living every day. I've looked at life from both sides now, From win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all.

We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.

::PIENSA::

Tu en tu cama, yo en mi cama, piensa que te pienso en soledad, en la tibieza de mi corazon, en el cavilar y cada expresion de mis manos. Piensa que te pienso aqui descalza, piensa que te estoy pensando cuando vas a dormir, que mis manos no te quieren perder... Piensa que te pienso todavia en mi corazon, aun manana cuando este lejos piensa que te estoy pensando. Piensame, pues cuando sean otros brazos en tu cuello, sentiras que son los mios, piensa que te estoy pensando, mis manos en tu cuerpo, mis besos en tus besos aun cuando yo no este... Piensame en tu cama cuando no sean mis manos las que acaricien tu sexo, piensame cuando quieras un abrazo tibio y duradero, piensa en la flexion de mis brazos cuando este muy lejos... siente que mi amor no se ha ido, solo ha cambiado y aun mi amor es tierno... Piensa que te estoy pensando en este momento cuando no sea la voz con mi acento que te diga " Te quiero". Piensa en mi voz cuando este lejos, en mi te amargo, en mis dedos, piensa que te pienso en este instante entre mis cuadernos que siempre lleno, piensame desde el rincon mas lejos. Piensa que ahora en este instante mientras lees...

Yo te pienso!

:::THE TRUTH:::

Because the truth is... it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.

:::WHEN IT RAINS:::

When it rains I look for you underneath the umbrellas. I look for you in the dark vestibules and in between the multitudes that take refuge. I look for you in the bars, the coffee shopes, and tired I ramble with a smile drawn on my face as I look for you with my skin, with my lips, in the platforms and the bus-stops, in the halls and the alleys in case, delayed and misled, you happened to be there. When it rains I look for you, but all I find are drops, empty spaces underneath the umbrellas. They say the indians danced until it rained...I danced, it rained, and I still look for you. Now I will dance until the sun comes out again.

::LOSING CONTROL::

No one likes to lose control. It's a sign of weakness, no one likes this task. And still there are times when it goes away, and sometimes when it does, the world stops, and you realize crying won't do the work. No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. It's Scary as hell. It's a true falling, just gives the chance for your friends to catch you when you are. Let it pass...