A New Song: There is no fear in love

A New Song: There is no fear in love

There is no fear in love

 "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love." 1 John 4:18


As I was in the plane going from Chicago, USA to Sau Paulo, Brasil something funny and scary (at the same time) happened. First of all, I experienced a lot of turbulence on my first two trips. This was really scary to me. As I went through this, I remembered Jesus and the storm. He was sleeping even when the storm was really strong.  I prayed that God would keep me safe. I was already scared because of the turbulence, which explains a little more of what I am about to tell. At some point I fell asleep and when I got up again I saw a bright, white light outside of the left side of the airplane (the side of my window). I first thought that the light was coming from another airplane that was closer to ours, but i thought it was too close. I didn't want to be scared but somehow I was. I tried to think of other options of what that bright light could be, but none of my ideas made much sense. As it seemed to me that the light was getting closer and closer, my heartbeat was also going faster and faster. 


Tired of trying to figure out on my own what that light was, I decided to go talk to one of the flight attendants. I got up and told one of them what I was seeing. I showed him the bright light through a window and he wasn't sure what that light was either. He said to me : "Well, let's find out". He got the phone and called someone (I think he called the pilot). As this was happening, another flight attendant came. He asked what was happening, so I told him the story too. This time I decided to show him the bright light from my side of the window. We went to where I was sitting and I showed him the light. After 2 or 3 seconds, he got up and told me what the light was. He said "That light is just a light that comes from the wing of the airplane". We both went to tell the other flight attendant that it wasn't necessary to call the pilot (or whoever he was calling) anymore.


As I sat down, a little embarrassed, and laughed for a while I thought of what just happened. I was terribly scared just 5 minutes ago, but after learning what that light really was I could only smile and laugh. What a change in my heart, mood and overall feeling of wellness! 


I also think that this can happen in the spiritual realm. How many times I freak out because I do not know or dwell in God's perfect love? This can happen because of a lack of knowledge. Many times we do not know what God's word says or we do not believe it. The prophet Hosea says in Hosea 4:6 "My people are destroyed from lack of knowledge". This is very true. 


When we do not rest in the amazing love that God has for us then the enemy of our souls can come and lie to us very easily. God speaks about His love through Paul in Romans 8:38 saying, "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Paul uses the word "convinced". I believe His conviction comes from the knowledge and revelation that the Holy Spirit has given Him about God's love. God also wants to give us insight into His word so that we can grow in the knowledge of Him and His name. The experience with the light in the airplane made me think of my experience of knowing who God really is and how just by knowing Him, all fear can be gone. 


I pray that I will grow closer to God. I pray God would give me more insight of His very nature so that I can rest in His love for me. There is absolutely nothing to fear when God, the perfect lover and author of love, is inside of us, fighting for us and loving us like no one can ever do. I want to dwell in that kind of love every day of my life. 


Thank you Jesus! 

This Is My Philosophy of Education

Ephesians 4

“It was He who gave some to be… teachers…” (vs. 11)

Teaching is more than a mere profession or job. Teaching involves our all. Also, teaching is a calling and this specific calling does not include everyone. There are different callings and gifts; teaching is one of them. Who is the One that has given us this calling? It was God himself. Because of the One who has called us, this is not to be taken lightly. If we are called to teach, we have no other way around: we need to be obedient. God is faithful to those who He calls. If we are not called to teach, this is very important as well because we need to be honest with ourselves and seek to be where our deepest passions and the deepest needs of the world meet.

“…to prepare God’s people for works of service…” (vs. 12)

The role of the teacher is embedded in service. The dictionary defines the word embedded as something that is “ingrained” or is an “essential characteristic” of something. Anything and everything that the teacher does should be out of a deep desire to serve the students, family, and community. The role of the teacher is to be ready for the students. “Being ready” can mean different things depending on the context. Despite of the context, the role of the teacher is to facilitate learning, to be part of the building bridge in the students’ construction project of life, to be the inspirer, the one who will always believe and encourage, and the one who will stand up and speak for those whose voices are silent. The teacher is the one that will see a bright future in each one of the students and with a humble and servant heart will point it out to them. 

“…so that the body of Christ may be built up…” (vs. 12)

Curriculum involves the programs of study but also the culture of the school. Although not always mentioned, curriculum also refers to the under culture, what lays beyond what is written. The view of curriculum must include diverse students. The planning and ideas should create a space for dialogue with people of different races, cultures, backgrounds, ideas, languages, and religions. The curriculum should be an “open-ended” one, meaning that it allows students, teachers, and people from the community to be part of it, to modify it as needed, and to serve the needs of the people. Curriculum is a guideline, a course to follow. The ultimate purpose is to build up the body, preparing each person to contribute to society and to always grow. This curriculum needs to include and allow diversity. It celebrates the differences and seeks to encourage and help the students in their needs.

“…until we all reach unity…” (vs. 13)

The identities and backgrounds of the students make a difference in how the curriculum is taught. The teacher needs to be sensitive to listen to what students are saying. The purpose of this is to reach unity among everyone. This is a Christian perspective and it seeks to bring shalom. If the students learn differently than what the teacher thought or planned, then changes need to be made. It is important to be careful to not fall into pluralism which will encourage students to practice anything they want and this would be OK. Diversity is something that is given to us, but pluralism is something we can decide to practice or not. The desire for unity recognizes diversity but does not allow all kinds of pluralistic views to be one. This is not a real unity as a body of Christ. Despite of this, the teacher is changed by the students’ views and perspectives. At the same time the teacher greatly influences in the students.

“…and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ.” (vs. 13)

Both students and teachers need to be made whole again. This is why Christ died for us: to make us holy, which means to make us whole. The teacher’s view of the students should come out of this reasoning. Students will be broken, but they are meant to be whole. Every student is loved by Christ and is part of His creation. The student needs to be treated with respect and sympathy (even when this is extremely difficult). Any student can learn and deserves to access the doors of an excellent education. There are no better or worse students than others, but there are students that have understood their role better and because of that they are on track with their duties and expectations. This does not mean that some students should be excused for their lack of responsibility. This means that the teacher sees every student as a capable human being who is ready to learn. Of course, many times the students may have certain disabilities in their bodies or minds that will not allow them to do everything they would like to do. They, too, should be seen as capable of shining in the classroom.

“Instead, speaking the truth in love…” (vs. 15)

Earlier I mentioned that the role of the teacher is embedded in service. I would also like to add that teachers are expected to speak the truth in love. Although teachers need to encourage, they are also truth-tellers. Truth is not always easy to communicate and that is why the truth is needed to be said out of love. Both of these come together. The only way of achieving this is with God’s help and guidance.

“From Him [Jesus] the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does it work” (vs. 16)

I believe diverse students learn by working together. I do not think that one person can achieve it all alone. The whole body (this can mean whole as holy and whole as everyone) is supposed to be joined to Jesus and be held together with each other. This is the way they can grow and be built up. Every part is supposed to do its work. This means that each student has something to contribute that no one else could. We are meant to work together. I hope that this will be played in our classrooms by allowing students to contribute and help set the tone of the classroom. I hope each student will feel welcomed and desired. I hope each student will feel valued and very much appreciated. This cannot be emphasized enough: the students need to feel worth and wanted in the classroom in order to reach their WHOLE potential.  

It is difficult to state all I want to say in one short paper like this. I wholeheartedly desire to be an agent of change wherever God puts me. I believe that God has called me to be a teacher and I feel honored to have such a high calling. I also know that without God’s guidance I would not be able to teach. He is my light and therefore I believe that I can shine for Him. I am ready now.

How much do you wanna play?

The other day you asked me: "so tell me, how much do you want to play?" , "are you kidding? -I thought to myself- "what kind of question is that?" But as I meditated on your words, lines started coming, my heart beat increased, and my eyes were full of tears...

How much do you  want to play?,  you asked. Well, this is my answer...

I wanna play until I get tired and think I can't run one more step, and then, continue playing a little more. I want to run until I am out of breath and my hands are shaking because I gave my all. Until the lights are out, I will continue in that court. Even if it's dark I do not care, my heart is still beating, I can give more. Whether is a Thursday night, 7 pm, fans are shouting, lights are on.. or if it's a Saturday morning, no one is around, the lights are burned, the curt is lame, and the ball...well, it's little broken, just like my heart.. I will still continue. It may be just me and the ball. It might be a huge tournament and everyone is around. In both occasions I will play the same, I was born to play that game, that day, that ball. I will play, yes I will... weather is raining, sunny, or cloudy. Whether is winter, summer, fall, or spring. It doesn't matter, as long as I can run or maybe just walk, I'll play, I'll still believe. 

How much do I want to play?,  you asked me the other day. I realized the question implies that I want to play, that I can give it a shot... and you are right. I will give it a shot, I will give it a try, every time. Once and once again, I won't give up, not now. People might think I am a fanatic and if being fanatic means giving my best, then they are right. I am full of passion for days, for life. I am full of energy for that game to come. I love the ball. I love the game. I am willing to play even if I am not the best. After all, what does it mean to be the best? Do you compare yourself to someone who can play, too? or do you give your best, your all, improving and not giving up? What does it mean to succeed? Can you ever fail? I think you can try and perhaps, fall and raise, and fall again, and raise again... 

Success is not marked by how many championships you've won, for how many rebounds you've made, or if you score or not. Success is much deeper, it means more than that. It means to not give up, even when you feel like it, even if you want. It means to get up every day and give your best, give your passion, make mistakes, and apologize. Success is that desire that burns inside when everyone is gone... but you can still hear the ball... re-bound-ding... Success implies accepting your mistakes, being truthful, being real, envisioning the future and pursuing your dream . Success is not just about you or me, it involves the whole team, even those who you cannot see. It does not mean to shine, but rather, letting other shine, sharing and playing, and having so much fun. 

How much do I want to play? I wanna play, I REALLY wanna play! As long as I breath, I will believe... I will still play. 

Honesty

Tonight I don't want to be pretty, I just want to be real and honest. In fact, that's how I always want to be. I don't know how, but I believe this lie and try to fix things, when I am still broken. Yes, tonight I am broken. I hate hiding it. I don't want to hide it anymore. There is hurt inside. There are fears and doubts and it's about time to let them out. My history and past are coming together, looking right at me. I look at what I did, what I accomplished and what I didn't accomplished, but wish I had. I look at where I am at, and where I want to be. Hm. Good question. Where do I want to be? Where is God really leading me to? Am I heading in the right direction? Why is it that I feel confused many times? Or, at least, I feel scared. Maybe that is a better word. I am scared. Scared to know what's inside of me. Scared to let the real me come out. And it's not that I don't. But see? Now I am doing it again. It's like a game. I pretend to be someone else. Someone perfect. And I feel so lost. I even feel lonely.
God, my prayer tonight is that you would come. I want to let the Holy Spirit work in me. I need you tonight, dad... I just need YOU.

A New Song: The Beauty of the Lord

A New Song: The Beauty of the Lord

The Beauty of the Lord

The Lord is beautiful
His creation tell about His beauty
The color of the Heavens are like a big smile
The clouds are the dimples

Have you seen a rainbow?
Have you ever admire a sunset?
Did you enjoy getting wet with the sweet Spring rain?
If you have, then you have tasted some of His beauty

From the shapes of the trees
To the colors of the flowers
The silence of the wet dew
And the strong sound of a thunder

Everything in creation proclaims that God reigns
No wonder why He has said taste and see
The laws of physics were already known by Him
He is the Creator, it is all perfect, even the unseen

Who tells the birds where to migrate?
Who is the One that helps the penguins chose their mates?
The males dance to win their penguin's love
And females then get to decide

But how do they communicate?
Who gave them instincts to understand?
And tell me, who has given humans the power of speech?
and who was the One that set a distinct tone of voice for each?

Don't you understand? Can't you see?
It was the Lord who made the sea
From ancient times He designed our future
From His own imagination He shaped our minds

The vast galaxy and the planets
The milky way and the shooting stars
God has made it all but His delight
still ,amazingly, remains on us...

If I were to continue attempting to describe
His beauty and radiance, His greatness, His love
I know I would never be able to end
Because the end of my description would just be the beginning of His beauty

So may you find in the name of JESUS
Your delight, your shade, your smile
Because there is no other name nor place
Where you'll find extreme love to the point of death

Oh, He loves you so!
If you could only comprehend
Creation exists to tell His beauty
Creation also exists to speak of His love for you

God, today I wanna give you all
With no reservations I choose to trust
Thank you for creation, you made it with your hands
You're beautiful, even the colors of your eyes are...

Through these words I love you
Through these words I shout
There is NO OTHER GOD, you're the ONLY ONE
May everyone exalt you. You're worthy Dad

God, you're beautiful...

Racial History Paper for Diversity in Education Class

My name is Ana Lucía Mora Demestri and I was raised in a country located in the heart of South America, Paraguay. My mother was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina and she came to Paraguay when she was eight years old. My father was born in Paraguay. Some of my ancestors came from France and Italy and settled down in Argentina and Uruguay. Many of them also came to Paraguay. I would say I am Hispanic or Latin American. I think I am also white or Caucasian because my family came from Europe as well, but I identify myself as a Hispanic girl.

Three Little Words

I trust tonight.
Tonight I trust.
Three little words.
How simple is that

Yes, simple, is true.
Like the faith of a child.
But deep are my wounds
And deep is my trust...

In Him, in His plans
Which I know, never fail.
He will never change
No, He remains the same

To the poor and the needy
To the rich and the wealthy
To the compassionate and bitter
To the believer and the one who does not believe

He remains the same
Forever
What a truth!
What a statement!

In the darkest night
You hold my hand
I need not to fear
When I go through the valley

Of death and shadow
Of hardship and rain
Your mercies are new
They speak of your grace

Oh my Savior! How I love you!
Your words have changed my heart and mind
I believe that you are truthful
Your mercy and grace have changed who I am

That is why I can sing your song
That is why I am freed of doubts
You are alive and you are right here
My fears have ran like a fast, fast spear

Oh my King! How I need you now
Without you there is no poetry nor color
My world is You and You alone
My poetry and songs are to praise you Lord

You have changed my heart
You have spared my life
I cannot image
What it would be like

To be without you
To wake up and not feel you around
Only imagining this thought
Gives me goosebumps, please don't go

Stay. Right here. Very close
I need to feel your nearness
I want to hear you heart beating
I desire to know you and know me as you have known me

Please come, again I ask
Take my doubts and my unbelief
Help me see what I cannot see
Help me trust and run free

Free from these fears that feel so near
Free from my own prejudices and tears
Of bitterness and anger
Of selfishness without ending

Savior come, let's take a walk
Only you and I, I don't care about the time
Carry me, just like a child
Whisper to me, sing me songs of life

I have tasted you, and I know, you are sweet
Yet I can't get over, I need more of you indeed
Let me be with you, everyday, every hour
Come and change my heart, transform me, I don't want to be sour

I trust tonight.

Tonight I trust.

Three little words.

What a difference they make! 

This is my name...

“My name is Ana Demestri” I caught myself saying one day. As I reflect back, I think something in that statement is missing. My mother’s name is Ana María Demestri. She usually says her name is Ana Demestri. I love being able to identify with my mother, but my name is Ana Lucia Mora Demestri. If I was in my own country, I would say “My name is Ana Lucía” or “My name is Analú”.

Many people here in the States can’t get the right pronunciation of my name right away and I opted to use Ana as an easier name. But I identify myself with Analú or Ana Lucía. I like this because it makes me feel like home, it makes me feel that I belong. Analú is my nick name and I like being called like that. This name has shaped me positively because, as I said before, it makes me feel that I belong, it makes me remember my people, friends, and family.

From now and on, next time I introduce myself I will try to say “My name is Analú”. Even if I have to repeat it again, I would because that is my name and that’s part of my identity.

Stranger

Why does it hurt when you're different?

Why does it bother when you stick out?

All my fears and failures are on the table

And it is soon coming out.

If I say a word, you soon will notice

my accent might tell you, I am not from around

The way I think, the words I chose to speak

Perhaps the way I dress will give it out.

I remember when my friend

First told me "you're weird"

I am sure it wasn't her intention,

but inside of me I really thought I was

And you'll see, you might think that

Saying "you're weird" it's no big deal

But when you hear it over and over

Those two words start spinning, just like a wheel.

What is it with words

That can affect you for so long?

What is it with being different

That people can notice and can take it so wrong?

And yes, today I'm sad

I really hope that you don't mind

If I write out what I am feeling

And spell it out within these lines.

My sorrows change just like the seasons

From white to orange

From laughter to tears

It's not uncommon to feel my heart

a little broken, to be sincere

Speaking about sincerity,

uncomfortable feelings that come and go

Sometimes when I try to be authentic

I get rejected, so I forget the goal...

Of loving others and forgiving them

All the time, no matter what

I feel like shouting, running, and screaming

I feel like crying and all at once.

Believe me, I do have walls

That need still to be tear down

It's my desire to build a bridge

that will allow me to get closer...

Closer to the people that have hurt me

closer to the feelings I've been hiding

And let them go in just one instant

Like a balloon that wants to fly to the moon.

Why does it hurt when you're different?

Why does it bother when you stick out?

I ask myself over and over

knowing I'm scared to find the answers deep, deep down.

Lord, here I stand in front of you

No need to hide

Would you come and heal me? Would you forgive me?

Would you come and tell me what your sweet thoughts are?

If you come, I know everything will change

You know what it means, what it feels to be me

If you show up, I know you'll touch my heart

To remind me that you, too, were strange

You were a stranger to your own people

You were a foreigner in your own land

You have experienced rejection

And now you wanna hold my hand to tell me...

"I love you, my princess,

My daughter you're mine

You are not weird, you are beautiful

I'm so sorry someone has hurt your heart"

"It's okay, you can rest now

I'm holding you, you're in my arms

Remember I'm your Creator

I have made you with my own pure hands.

Now, would you do me a favor?

Next time someone tells you

That you're weird, tell them back

Did you know that I'm wonderfully and fearfully made?"

To my brother

If I were to tell you how much I love you, this writing will never end.

My love for you is immense, as big as the universe...

When I think of you I cannot help but cry, I miss you with all that I am.

My dear brother, my Conejin, how can I tell you how precious you are to me?

Every memory I cherish in my heart, every hug, every tear, and every smile.

In my life, no one else can have the space you have. I treasure you no matter what.

I remember your eyes smiling.I remember your jokes, you're so funny.

The charisma you have, the way you talk.. everything is valued, you have won my heart.

Honey, would you ever understand how much I love you?

I am only your sister but I care for you as if you were my own little son.

I wanna support you and be there for you. If you ever need me, without doubt I'll be there.

I want to celebrate your victories and hug you when you are sad.

I want to hug you very strong, I am your biggest fan.

So know, Jose Manuel, that you are loved immensely.

You are a champion, you are a winner, you are you sister's sweetheart.

TE amo mi amor, te amo con todo mi corazon.

Cuando me necesites, aca yo estoy.

Scarcity vs. God

God's resources never ran out. He is endless. He never gets weary nor sick. He doesn't lose hope. He never forgets. He is never late or needs more time. God never borrows because He is not only the owner, he is the MAKER. God doesn't need clothing, yet He is clothed in majesty. Wow. If you believe in the same God I do, this changes EVERYTHING. (Philippians 4:19, Psalm 93:1, Psalm 95:4-5)

God never ran out not only because He doesn't need anything, but also because He IS everything. For example, God is love. He cannot not love you because His essence, His identity, is LOVE. There are multiple examples in the Bible of God being the Living water (John 4:14), God being our refuge and strength (Psalm 46:1), God being life(Matthew 16:16), among many other examples.

Everything points out to HIM. For example, you cannot say "God is money" because God is beyond and much higher than money; God is providence, eternal providence. WOW!!! I just can't get over this!

And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you. (Exodus 3:14)

God Loves People

God loves people.

God loves you and I.

God loves everyone.

He loves the sick.

He loves the healed.

He goes after robbers.

He goes after prostitutes.

He does not lose hope.

Like you and I.

He never gives up.

He always loves.

Each one has a story.

He sees it all.

He ses the ugly, the beautiful, and the bad.

He sees each couple.

He sees each single.

HE sees the hidden.

He sees the unknown.

He sees what is obvious and what is not.

He sees each look and cares about 'em all.

Because He cares about you. He cares about me.

God knows, yes He knows.

He knows your schedule. He knows your heart.

He knows your quirks. He knows your laugh.

He loves the sound of you waking up.

He sees your picture and can't help but smile.

Oh, He knows you and loves you so deeply.

Your eyes captivate Him, He founds you irresistible.

God longs to hold you and never let you go. He is pursuing you.

He is after your own heart.

God knows your story.

He knows it very well. He knows each detail.

God knows your neighbor, your grandpa, your grandma, and your dog.

Have you ever tasted God's love?

Have you ever thought about Him this way?

If you haven't or if you have,

I invite you to try this God of love.

He loves people and yes, that includes you and I.

Thoughts on Jesus

Thinking of a song written by Cory Asbury... this goes dedicated to my mother whom I admire with all that I am. I love you mom.

"You are my hope, you are my song, you are my life, you are my salvation.."

Jesus is our hope... for every morning when we wake up and we feel that the burden is so hard to take it. He is our hope for every night, too, when we wonder if the next day would be like the day that has just gone by. Jesus is our hope for our every minute, for our every second of our lives. He is hour hope also for our darkness. He comes. He shows up. He is never late. He is our hope for our kids and future generations. He is taking care of that. He is our hope for when humans, even our own family, fail us once and once again. He is also our hope for when we are joyful and rejoicing. All the time, He is our hope.

Jesus is our song...for when we can't remember the melody or rhythm of life anymore. He is our song for when what surround us does not evoke any melody at all. He is our song to helps us sing again. He sings to us every day if we can listen. He is our song even for when we are singing, because He gives us reasons to sing. Jesus is our song.

Jesus is our life. He made life possible for us in every sense of the word. He makes our lives worth living for. He brings life when all we can see is a valley of death. Do we really realize how deep and true is this? There's absolutely NOTHING more besides Him. He has given us all we have, including a heartbeat. He has changed our eternal destination from death to life for ever. He promised that He WILL heal us and make us new. It doesn't matter how He would do that, what it really mattes is that He will do it! Jesus is our life.

Jesus is our salvation. He saves us from ourselves. He saves us from our selfishness and our weaknesses. He saves us from our desire to control everything and not let Him guide us to the best path. He saves us when we are tired of fighting on our own. He even save us in our deepest joy. His first nature is to save because He is love. His love saves us. Simple. Deep. Let's let this true sink on us. Jesus saves and the only and true salvations comes from Him. Jesus saves.

AMEN

Script for Theater Class

“Coffee Shop”

Characters: Lady- Gentleman

Lady enters the coffee shop. She is wearing a black, medium-length skirt with a white blouse. She also has a white hat in her head.

Lady: (speaking quietly to herself) I wonder what should I drink today? Coffee sounds good, but...

Gentleman: (interrupting her) …But a coffee with company sounds even better, right?

Lady: Oh, hi... well, that wasn’t what I was going to say...

Gentleman: I realize that, but since the moment you entered this room and I saw your big, bright smile I really hoped I could have a drink with you.

Lady: I am not sure. I don’t usually drink coffee or any type of drinks with strangers... I... (Mumbles)

Gentleman: I understand. Could I, perhaps, ask you to accept my invitation for this time? I promise I am harmless. I won’t hurt you.

Lady: Ok. Just know this is an exception. I might never see you again.

Gentleman: Deal. I am honored milady. Please take a sit (he gets the chair for her).

Lady: Thanks gentleman. I appreciate your kindness.

Gentleman: How could a man not be kind to a woman like you?

Lady: What is it with a woman like me?

Gentleman: Please excuse me milady for what I am going to say, but a woman with such a beauty like yours could not be unnoticed. Your green eyes are free grasslands. The smell of your brown hair is like the perfume of a thousand roses. Your smile is melody to my heart. I could go on, but I do not want to embarrass you. Please accept my apologies If I did.

Lady: Oh Mario, of course that I am not embarrassed! You are such a helpless romantic!

Gentleman: My sweet Rita, how can I not be romantic after being married to you for 20 years? I love you darling.

Lady: I love you too honey. Let’s go home now.

THE END

Un Nuevo Tiempo

07 de setiembre del 2008

La mañana ya había comenzado. La brisa suavemente soplaba sus cabellos marrón oscuro. Sus ojos miraban fijos al horizonte. La comisura de sus labios no esbozaba sonrisa alguna. Sentada con una pierna encima de la otra en un banco color marfil estaba. Para ella el tiempo y la gente en ese momento no pasaban. Estaba triste. Y su corazón latía al son de una melodía de dolor. Dolor puro que recorría sus venas. Tristeza que si alguien la observara bien podría notar. No estaba pensando en algo específico, pero sentía aquella tristeza. Sus ojos estaban húmedos, pero no lloraba. Y en esa quietud sólo podía, como un vívido recuerdo, como un gran sollozo, como un eco en la montaña, cruzarse por su mente: su nombre. El nombre de él. Su amado. Al que amaba con todo lo que era. Y el dolor punzante se hacía aún más real. Era tiempo de entender. Tiempo de entender el nuevo tiempo. El día había llegado. Los muros habían caído. Mientras más sufría más real se hacía un reflejo. Reflejo divino. El cielo se había acercado. La mañana ya había comenzado. La brisa soplaba. Muy por dentro ella sabía que el tiempo de cambiar ya había llegado.

Cercana Distancia

Ha llegado. Inevitable y dulcemente se ha quedado. Profunda está. Ya había anunciado su entrada triunfal la fresca y tímida luna. El silencio no puede acallar lo que hoy siento en mi ser. Ni lo más oscuro y denso podría ocultar el amanecer de esta noche.

Cada paso es un segundo que me aproxima. Vivo el presente. Entiendo que no necesito tu cercanía para sentirte cerca. Que la distancia me atrae a ti.Que la noche es día en este corazón enamorado. Que la luna es mi cómplice, mi amiga. Que tus besos me acompañan en esta brisa que ya se ha hecho totalmente mía. Vivo. Puedo respirar la misma esencia de este amor en la libertad de mi alma. Por dentro todo es luz aunque a mi alrededor se anuncien tinieblas. Es porque sé que estás a mi lado. Porque puedo sentir tu mano suave alrededor de la mía. Tu abrazo cálido inundándome de amor. Porque tu mirada me cambió la vida hoy sonrío en esta distancia que sólo puede acercarme más a ti.

Algunas lineas

"Porque vivo cuando vives, porque vivo lo que vives, porque sueño contigo.. por eso, te amo…"

Estas podrian ser las lineas de una poesia.. Una poesia mas.. tal vez.. Una poesia diferente, quiza..

Esta noche me inspira.. El silencio profundo en mi me invita a buscarte.. Desde lo mas recondito de mi ser te quiero amar.. Como un ave que al fin encuentra su hogar, asi te necesito. Cual amanecer surge en mi un nuevo canto.. la sinfonia inicia sus primeras lineas.. y todavia no lo termino de creer.. Brillante fulgor, tibia sensacion, intenso sentir.. porque vuelves.. porque estas aca.. y es verdad,.. Quiero decir todo lo que siento pero es inevitable callar. Callar para reconocer la verdad. Acaso no puedes escucharla? Puedes escuchar sus ecos y risas? Quiere salir, siempre ha querido corer porque siempre ha sido libre. Yo no intentare deterla. Esta vez, no acallare sus susurros, no. LA dejare libre y entera.. que recorra lo mas profundo de mi alma y visite todos mis temores.. esta vez solo mirare asombrada y dire intensa y silenciosamente: Si es posible, es posible volver a amar.

Tonight

Sometimes the road feels lonely, like tonight. Lonely, but not because of friend's absence or joy's absence. I am walking through this waters of the unknown. I discover once again how fragile I am. Desires of something more than this reality invade me. Isn't this real life? or.. is this just a dream? I want to live, I need to live, I desire more. Memories of home make me feel nostalgic. I don't understand why my soul asks for more. Isn't this enough? I long for your embrace, oh God. I need you tonight, I need you right now. Please come and satisfy me. Hungriness is now my reality. Come God, make me new.