Achievable Hopes

I am sad, I cry
because after all this effort
I found again a stone on my way

I feel angry with myself
because I could have done it better
more dedication and effort

But I have learned a lesson
I can only achieve my dreams
if I believe and fight
for what I really want in my life

Hurts to see my hope fading away
but a smile still remains on my face
the experience has been rewarding
and I have found a friend

Me and my dreams
of what i would like to become
in my small world
of achievable hopes :)

A Society in Fear

I am writing this post based on my own experience. We live in a society in fear.

I am originally from Argentina, living in the United States for the past 11 years. On all these years living in this country I have managed on keeping a quite good driving record with no tickets in my favor, until one year ago. I passed from being a good citizen to becoming a risk to society.

In the past year I got two tickets, a non full stop on a right turn red light and a questionable not allowed u-turn. None of these tickets are related to speeding. As a consequence of these tickets I got two points on my DMV driving record. I have paid my tickets as a good citizen.

Well apparently I am not a good citizen, at least not for the DMV of Sacramento, California. I received a "warning letter", yes it sounds scary. The letter is basically saying that my record shows I am a bad driver and my record places me at increased risk of causing crashes,injury and death. I am being pre-judged as a possible criminal in the future.

So they, the DMV personnel, offered me a choice. It was very nice of them. Quoting verbatim the response from the DMV: "I can choose to prevent further action from DMV by avoiding additional traffic convictions and by not causing any crashes. However, if I choose to continue my unsafe driving, the penalties will increase and eventually lead to probation, suspension or revocation of my driving privilege".

Fear is the word in what we leave. Fear from our goverment, from our institutions, from our public system. At the begining I had fear, now I reject this fear.

I am fearless, I am citizen of this country, and a good one.

A bench in the park

A bench in the park
an invitation
to remember the past
to feel the present
to dream the future

Bench, lonely
abandon to the luck
of who will decide to stop
and share with you
a precious moment

You are the pause
that we avoid
rushing lives
full of voids

Witness of the days go by
sunrise and sunset
and the night with the starts

I desire you on my walks
but I do not stop
afraid of what I can find
If I stop my life and look inside

Sos Feliz?

Are you Happy? A few days ago while checking my Facebook, an old friend from my university times, started a chat with the question "Are you Happy"?. Instantaneosuly I smiled and I stopped. Everything stopped for a few second and I found myself reviewing my life like a flash crossing my mind.

Are you Happy? is a question that can not have a definitive answer, that is what I always thought. How can you simplified your life with a simple YES or No? What really means happiness?

But took me those few seconds to just smiled again and respond with a simple YES. I was suprised of how peacefully and naturally I felt with my response and I realized then that these moments of awareness are the conductors of our life.

We should stop our lives more often, and ask ourselves "Are you Happy"?.

Discovery

If I knew how he was going to be
I could have had a bigger smile
All this time…

If I knew how it feels
I should have never defined it with words
Just wait in silence…

I imagine you all my life
Dreams in red, blue, yellow…
But you are real now
And you are nothing like my dreams

You make me happy

ARGENTINA - GREECE

VAMOS ARGENTINA!!!

Today: Lya Luft

I discovered today Lya Luft, brasilian writer and poet. I like what I found, so today some of her poetry

Um Pouco De Silencio

Silêncio faz pensar, remexe águas paradas, trazendo à tona sabe Deus que desconserto nosso. Com medo de ver quem - ou o que - somos, adia-se o defrontamento com nossa alma sem máscaras. Mas se a gente aprende a gostar um pouco de sossego, descobre - em si e no outro - regiões nem imaginadas, questões fascinantes e não necessariamente ruins. Nunca esqueci a experiência de quando alguém botou a mão no meu ombro de criança e disse: " _Fica quietinha, um momento só, escuta a chuva chegando." E ela chegou: intensa e lenta, tornando tudo singularmente novo. A quietude pode ser como essa chuva: nela a gente se refaz para voltar mais inteiro ao convívio, às tantas frases, às tarefas, aos amores. Então, por favor, me dêem isso: um pouco de silêncio bom para que eu escute o vento nas folhas, a chuva nas lajes, e tudo o que fala muito além das palavras de todos os textos e da música de todos os sentimentos. (Lya Luft)

Há que ter alguma coragem.
Há que ter algum sonho correndo nas veias,
e um grão de loucura faiscando na alma.
Ou apenas o desejo de viver a vida em
vez de ser arrastado por ela.

Lya Luft.

Somos demasiado frívolos: buscamos o atordoamento das mil distrações, corremos de um lado a outro achando que somos grandes cumpridores de tarefas. Quando o primeiro dever seria de vez em quando parar e analisar: quem a gente é, o que fazemos com a nossa vida, o tempo, os amores. E com as obrigações também, é claro, pois não temos sempre cinco anos de idade, quando a prioridade absoluta é dormir abraçado no urso de pelúcia e prosseguir, no sono, o sonho que afinal nessa idade ainda é a vida.

Lya Luft

FRIENDSHIP, WISDOM, LOYALTY, PEACE, LOVE, .... CREATIVITY

Sudafrica World Cup 2010

VAMOS VAMOS ARGENTINA
VAMOS VAMOS A GANAR
QUE ESTA BARRA BOCHINCHERA
NO TE DEJA NO TE DEJA
DE ALENTAR

VAMOS VAMOS ARGENTINA!!!!

The stories of our trip to Argentina & Bolivia

We started our trip to South America on April 8, 2010. The trip included Argentina, my country of origin and Bolivia, my very close neighbor country. The original plan was to start from La Paz, Bolivia and move down by bus to Salta, Argentina. Salta is my city, the city I grow up and where I have my family and part of my friends. But the plan was changed due of a mistake in the buying of the tickets, so we started visiting Salta first and then moving up to Bolivia.
With me on this trip was Gregorio. He is Italian and he was particularly interested in visiting Bolivia, me too after seeing a documentary together about Evo Morales. Although we both lack knowledge about Bolivia and its actual government, we disagree in our opinions and we were curious about the subject. I have been before in Bolivia but not in the places I visited this time.
Salta was a nice start of our trip, because the emotional factor of seeing my family again after sometime and my friends, and Gregorio being part of it. The first days we stayed in Salta capital. Salta is a colonial city located in the north of Argentina. Salta is known for its beautiful colonial buildings and nice people ;).

The first night we went to eat an Argentinian parrilla, which it is basically grill meat. Argentinians are crazy about meat, we eat almost the complete cow,we also ate that night tamales done with corn and meat and empanadas (a crust with meat inside). I love empanadas and the empanadas from Salta are the best of Argentina. Corn is also very popular and it is the main ingredient of the regional food in Salta. The parrilla was not the best, but we enjoyed it. The mozos of the restaurant are part of a music band and they were singing zambas, popular music, we bought a cd.
The next few days we visited the main plaza, with the cathedral in front and all the buildings with the “recova” around the plaza.

We went to the teleferico which takes you to a tall mountain that you can see all the city, it was a very nice day until we lost our camera, so we do not have photos of this experience. We have a history of loosing or breaking cameras, so this was not a surprise for us, but this was just a new camera, so we were sad. We bought a camera in the next days, this one is still alive, I believe?
We visited San Lorenzo which is a nice place outside the city with a lots of trees and we had dinner with my close friends.

Ah we also went to the dentist, my dentist from a long time. Dentist in Argentina are cheaper than here, so we took advantage of the opportunity of having a better smile :).

That Sunday there was this street fair where they sell traditional articles, we bought some mates for friends, some paintings of the northern landscaping and some other stuffs. Mostly gifts for friends. Ah I bought two similar beautiful rings done with silver and stones, one for my mother.

Then in the fourth day we went to a two days trip to the Valles Valchaquies and Cafayate. I love this area, it is a few hours from Salta capital and it is a valley next to the Cordillera de los Andes. We visited small colonials cities, Cachi, Molinos, we saw a donkey, a goat and bought some local goat cheese that we brought back with us to the USA. We rented a car, because my parents did not want to give us theirs, the road is not good and my parents car is old.

The first night of our two days trip we spent in a small city call San Carlos, we stayed in a small hotel and had a wonderful dinner cabrito, empanadas and something else that I do not remember now. The dinner was in this simple restaurant under a recova in front of the main plaza with some hungry dogs watching us eating.

Next day we went to the wine region of the north of the country, called Cafayate, also known as a place of popular musical festivals. We visited the old traditional Michel Torino winery, which now has a new name,which I do not like, the winery has been bought by a international company that produce wines in all Argentina. For me is still the old Michel Torino winery. The building is just fantastic. We took a tour with this very nice lady with a long blonde hair and bought a few couples of bottle to bring back. Gregorio and are lovers of wine, it think is our favorite drink. We visited Cafayate main place and have a nice coffee, we went back to Salta after.

Bolivia

No Second Chances

Slow down with your life
and pay attention
hear the people that love you
and the people that you love
every moment counts like the last
slow down with your life
and pay attention
life is not forever

Life is about Choices

A Gesture

A gesture of tenderness

a sweet touch, hand by hand

a precious word, like a musical echo

an endless caress that gives hope

of a world to come, full of

gestures of love

Nature from Close

Phrases

Life is a circle, you end up where you started.....

Never should not be a word, because everything is posible....

Up side down is a nice stage to be......

Create your life, because it can be design.....

Expresion is the best communication.....

You can be always young, until your death.....

Cooking is an art, eating too.....

Sex is sex, love is love, sex with someone you love does not have a price.....

Valeria

Seeing Beyond

Loneliness, insecurity, the fear of not being loved
Absurd feelings when I have it all.......
Love, friendship, health, family, my world, myself

Can I see beyond into the real suffering?
Can I understand what really means not to have anything?
Can I for one second stop, just stop and see beyond

The little kid without a family
The family that cannot sustain itself
The father that does not have a job
The ones injured by the war
The ones with AIDS

Can I for one second stop, just stop and see beyond
Beyond myself.

A day in 2004

Specifically September 18, 2004, I started writing for myself. I am now adding some of my thoughts (in spanish) into my blog, a nice way to remember:

No soy escritora, ni intento serlo. Pero la necesidad tiene cara de ereje, como dice el refran. Desde hoy soy un ereje, perdiendo el respeto por aquellos dotados, que osadia yo escribiendo. Me encuentro asi, con mis limitaciones, escribiendo este libro. Lo podria llamar mis memorias, mi diario personal, mi “note book”, pero lo voy a llamar mi libro. El libro en el cual expresar unainfinidad. My vida, mis pensamientos, lo que nunca puede y nunca probablemente expresare con palabras dichas, mis suenos, mis miedos, mis amores, mis frustraciones, mis gustos, lo que me disgusta, lo que descubro, la curiosidad perdida, mi sensibilidad, mi frivolidad, mi compromiso con el mundo, mi vida como una burbuja, el mar y las montanas, el sol.

Quizas nunca termine mi libro, de tanta infinidad incluida.

Una necesidad de descubrimiento de mi persona me conduce a la expression, aunque no siempre la expression deseada. Al expresarme me descubro. Soy una persona de expression. El problema radical que nos soy capaz de interpreter esa expression transmitida. La racionalizacion de la expression suena tan complicado como pedirle al mar identificarse con las montanas. Tan distintas, la expression y la razon, y tan perfectamente combinables.

Dicho esto, causa y objectivo, empiezo mi libro. La consecuencia, quizas la encuentre al terminar de escribirlo. A la conclusion no la nombro, porque espero que mi vida no concluya con este libro, si alguna vez lo termino.

UN POEMA PARA TI

Solo Te Nombro

Un suspiro de mi boca y te nombro
como un rayo de sol que acaricia mi piel
y un torbellino de fuego que se funde con mi cuerpo
tu sonrisa se dibuja y la mia se ilumina
como un atardecer y la persona que lo mira

Como el mar y my tranquilidad
y sus olas infinitas
dulzura, alegria, passion,amor
y mis sentidos abiertos como una flor

Solo te nombro

Cope Mechanisms

1* Affect change

2* Accept things the way they are

3* Eliminate situations from your life


Los voy a tratar de aplicar a mi vida diaria.

De una Amiga a Otra Amiga

"Deseo que hoy experimentes paz dentro de ti, que confíes que te encuentras exactamente donde debes estar, que no olvides las posibilidades infinitas que nacen de la confianza en ti misma y en otras/os, que utilices los dones que has recibido y que transmitas a otras/os el amor que se te ha dado. Deseo que estés feliz contigo misma por lo que eres. Deja esta sabiduría asentarse en tus huesos y deja a tu alma cantar, bailar y amar libremente. Está ahí para cada una de nosotras"

HISTORIAS DIARIAS

01/11/10 - My Blog is a space where to share Daily Stories. Stories of each of us, stories of others, simple stories, universal stories, daily stories. Today I become confirmed in my interest and curiosity for the life of others, their experiences, their cultures, their daily living, what they eat, what they cook, their opinions about almost everything.......it is for me of an enormous fascination to be able to enter, even though momentarily, in the life of others.

My Blog es un espacio donde poder compartir Historias Diarias. Historias de cada uno, de otros, historias simples, cotidianas, universales. Hoy he reafirmado mi interes y curiosidad por la vida de otros, por sus experiencias, sus culturas, su diario vivir, lo que comen, lo que cocinan, sus opiniones........me produce una enorme fascinacion el poder entrar, aunque sea por un momento, en la vida de otros.