Little scars ....

Here I am baring my scars and 
there are people calling me brave 
and this is never what I wanted. 
I wanted to show you my scars 
because I feel like a fraud and 
I wanted to show you my scars 
so you would know how pathetic 
I really am but you don't understand, 
my scars are not battle wounds, 
they are not badges I've earned, 
I do not wear them proudly, 
my scars are representative of all the times I
 was too weak to fight those battles, 
my scars are surrenders and do not call me brave 
if I didn't even bother fighting.
 I wanted to show you my scars so 
you would stop telling me how strong 
I am because I am not strong,
 I am weak and I am still hiding from you
 because you think these scars are things
 I have overcome but these scars are the 
very things that haunt me and who are
 you to know what I am going through 
simply because I have told you?
 I am falling apart and these scars are reopening,
 I am falling apart at the seams and you are 
calling me a hero but heroes do not hate themselves
 like this. Here I am baring my scars and there are 
people calling me brave and this is never what I wanted. 

Fraud

The taughts of a Alcatraz prison.

Here I am living in this hell hole

for such a long time that my memory

has left me a long time ago, and this 

is never what I wanted out of life.

I wanted the world to know that I am a 

fraud and show you my scars, so you can

imagine what a pathetic life I really had.

Don't try to guess why I'm in this hell hole,

I'm not your alter boy but rather a time 

which I faught battles with my head and

heart. You see this place I spent over 30

years with nothing to do, just a couple

hours at night in the fresh air, but this

was my prison. Did I deserve this,

my mother always said "Boy don't be

like your daddy..." but really never said

why. Was I born devil or just life that

had decided to punish me, for what I

still don't know. Scars are etched deep

in my soul so deep that even the 

devil was scared to come near me.

Baring my scars to the world was not

written in my destiny, otherwise I would

not be here in this hell hole.  Today

these scars still haunt me and dear

reader who are you to say "ho I believe you"

just because I'm writing it down, but do you

really believe me?

Don't call me devil or brave, I'm not either

and no one would believe you, because it's

not what I wanted to die in this cage like an

animal, did I deserve this ending, only me and

conscience knows.

 

 

Life

Life is not ALL crystal clear

 An illusion of clarity and colors,

but unfortunately it's not the case 

for all humans around this world.

Wise man

A wise man once told me...
worrying doesn't take away
TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away
TODAY'S PEACE
and that HIT ME DEEP.

A little like today around our world,

people with no scruples taking advantages

of those who can't defend themselves.

It might give you the feeling of being 

in charge of this world, but in reality

it's just a passing illusion that the day

you pass, you will regret for eternity.

Keep searching for a reason in the books

of your behavior and what's left.

NOTHING...

Your permission

Do WE have to ask permission 

                to think 

differently than YOU do? 

charro

CHARRO means :

is historically the horseman from the countryside, 
the Ranchero, who lived and worked in the haciendas
 and performed all his tasks on horseback, 
working mainly as vaqueros and caporales, among other jobs

With eyes that hide the man within

You see behind the eyes of, other men
You've lived and died and come to life again
And now you stand alone at the crossroads of your mind
You've left your yesterdays behind..
But which road leads you to tomorrow?
Charro...

You've turned your back on yesterday
Betrayed a man who swore he'd make you pay
For when you left you took his pride away
You know he'll never let you break away so easily
You'll have to fight, before you're free
But how much more time can you borrow?
Charro...

Now in a single moment your past grows dim
One thought goes racing across your mind
You ride to meet the woman you stole from him
Oh no!...Charro don't go!...
Charro don't go!!...

There's something hanging, in the wind
Your past is catching up and closing in
You've been halfway to hell and back again
And now you laugh in the devil's face
with your last breath...
You'll run a race with life and death...
But will you live to see tomorrow?

Charro...

NB: Photo not mine, but if you own the rights to

it, please let me know & I will remove it.

Dreamland

A dreamland is a place where no one can reach,

except you when you dream.

Don't try to explain this place, no one would believe

you.  It's made just for you and keeping it all to

yourself is your duty.  It's a location where all is fresh

and clean, it will welcome you with open spirit 

and inspiration. 

Never be afraid to dream, it's a corner of your brain

that no one can come and touch or steal, dirty or even

harmful, let yourself go, DREAM all you want and

need, it's your sanctuary, yes dream to your heart 

content, IT'S ALL YOURS.

 

Femicide

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He made me wish on dandelions, 

but gave me a rose full of thorns."
 

— At first it was sweet as honey, 

until I tasted blood in his kiss.

 

Femicide has become the latest

catastrophe known of the 21st century.

 

Women are killed just because they

are WOMEN.

 

Who gave these individuals the right 

to take someone's life....

Or worse "Disfigure" a human, just for

a moment of rage, or .....

Life or death

Morte o Vita
Quando la rosa appassisce,
quando la voglia d'amor svanisce.
No si può tenere in gabbia una
vita senza gioia. Abbiamo tutti
un punto al qui vogliamo raggiungere
senza sapere se c’è la faremo.
Io come la rosa appassita sono senza
voglia di vita. Lotto per poter passare
un'altra giornata, e conto le ore che mi
separano dalla morte che non mi vuole.
Cerco di essere obbediente, di non
intromettermi in ciò che non m'interessa,
porto rispetto a TE dopo le mille 
tuoi tradimenti.  Ma nella mia naivita,
credo di poter cambiarti, mi dico che un
schiaffo me lo sono meritato, una tua
zampata lo cercata. Cosa ho fatto io
a la vita che mi tratta cosi, perché mi a
messo avanti a questo mostro che un
giorno o l'altro me la farà pagare.  
Gli uomini sono esseri senza cuore,
e per il loro onore uccidano donne come
se fossero bestie... 

Grandchild

 What we don't do for our children
and grandchildren as no boundaries.
They are the pride and joy of our
life.
Sure they are exasperating, jokers,
clowns, possessive and when they
want or need something they show
up with a bouquet of weed that they
meticulously taken from a public park
and our hearts just melts down.
It's not a rose or an orchid but to
them that bouquet of weed is very
special.

What's new in life

 

What's new?
I really couldn't say

and I couldn't care less.

My life seems a thorn

book where the writing is

faded, the pages are

yellowing, and the words

keep dancing in front of me.

I don't or I won't concentrate

on life that seems to escape

me. Every day is just a repetious

hours running from me.

Is this what aging means...

If only I could become someone else

or something else, be able to come

back to life in a lifetime just to see

what I will miss, or even if a world

as we know it today will still be around.

I feel melanchony on a daily basis,

I don't have a will to keep going, am I too

afraid of the unknown or is it just old age

lazyness.  Wish someone could give me

a straight answer..... 

Begining of the end

Nature knows when to stop, dye
and go to sleep.

But at awaikening time she knows how to
stupefies us humans, with unconditional

beauty and colors.

Let them come

 

Like a butterfly 

I come and go

not always were I want to go,

I stop, 

I inspect,

I regal myself

and then 

I just leave 

for my long voyage 

down to the 

South Americas 

where I will go and die.

HELP SIGNAL - USE IT

 THIS SIGNAL CAN 

SAVE YOUR LIVES

 

AND IS NOW 

INTERNATIONALLY RECOGNIZED. 

DO NOT BE AFFRAID TO ASK FOR HELP SILENTLY, TEACH IT

TO YOUR CHILDREN, TO YOUR PARENTS, TO YOUR

GRANPARENTS.

SHOULD IT BE YOU WHO SEES THIS SIGNAL

DO NOT BE AFRAID TO CALL FOR HELP AND

KEEP A DISCREET WATCH UNTIL HELP COMES.

Can you follow

Can you follow me in my racing career...

I'm wandering what makes humans tick when

in crisis or in extreme wealth?

These days everyone seems to find in the 

'COVID AFTERMATH' the culprit to all our

problems either in health, wealth, reasoning,

even in dying. The people have lost their

common sense and judgement.  No one wants

to accept that it's our own fault if we are

suffering from the heat, old age, hunger, wars,

too many working hours and not enough pay,

to much travelling but are ready to deface

other's people or nation's property.

Did we have all these instances before

COVID, maybe yes or at least some of them,

but not to the extend of today's rambling, yes rambling

because we just can't and won't accept that 

WE ARE HERE ONLY AS A TRAVELER

between two lives, the one we had before

and the other one after.

OUR MUCH TALKED ABOUT COVID

PS: if you could follow what I was trying to say

than you are darn good, because myself I still

don't understand what's going on.  

Hello Friends

It's been a very long time that I didn't

have a chance to show myself here.

Life is unpredictable and no matter how

you believe you are living it, there's

always a curve thrown in by nature.

This year my husband is in no shape to

take care of the house, outside maintenance,

even his beloved veggie garden, my 

pear tree (most delicious pears) is dead

and taken out. I have a family of rabbits,

groundhog, squirrels, birds who are permanent 

residents in my backyard, are rendering our life

miserable.  Just to say the least, the squirrels

have damaged the telephone,light lines,

so we are trying to cut down the tree 

(only partial cleaning since it's against

the law to cut down such an old tree)

and see if that will discourage them to nest

there. (The tree is a 150 years old and was

still in a fairly good health).  So anyone who

has an idea how to help with this dilemma

is welcomed to leave a message.

Thank you and I'll be back very soon.

Broken road

It's been just over 5 weeks that I have lived

with strangers on my street which comprises

3 homes, and an elementary school.

Yes strangers with bulldozers of all shapes and

sizes, screeching worse than any imagination

or comprehension. The dig, they break (my friends

you the reader) can't or won't know the meaning

of breaking asphalt, cement, 80 years old water

pipes, that supply at least a mile in circonference,

but my neighbors believe that's not their problem

or care for my miseries.  Who do you call or

complain, not the workers - there are doing their

job, the city - well those pipes needs to be replaced

without asking our advice how to do the work

with as little of inconvenience as possible to the

taxes payer.  No sir, they just show up and start

at 07:00 sharp on a darn monday morning.

And this is how I FEEL ...

 

Listen...

Photo is not free to download

There was a time when children listened to their

parents without arguing. 

This is a story of a love from a genius 

to a less educated partner who

have shared 6 years of their lives and just broke

their commitment to marry in two weeks time 

from this post.

The girl was extremely smart, but really 

extremely, always under the tutoring of her 

parents and grandparents since her birth.

She had a very regimented life and being

super smart finished university well before

a normal person would.

This young professional started her career,

met a young man who had a career also, 

but less glamourus. It was suposedly love at first sight.

Why would a young lady fall for love when 

she was just starting a pronominent career...

Both young and beautiful, they decided to go

and live together (the dolce vita) the fast cars,

the dining and outings almost daily. One set

of  parents either guessed or sensed that not

was all rose and peaches.  But the young couple

did not listen to reason.  Can we blame either one

or both, outsider don't know the full story behind

closed doors. We only know what we see and 

what they want you to see.  Which is also 

a good thing that can turn very ugly if one

can't help you.  

Old school is that nothing should come out

that can damage either component of the

couple. Parents always have a tendency to

find a justification for their persective child,

even if it is wrong. 

How can you fool a partner who is blind to

your vile life or ideas.  Is it worth it to try

to smooth days and nights with lies (I BELIEVE

in both sides of the couple). Is it worth it to

keep going on when you know that at first

chance you will turn your back and start looking

elsewhere believing that your present partner

is a fool or a dummy with lots of money.

Preparations, guests, invites,all the trimmings

were ready for the big day, until you get a

strange phone call says. 

WEDING IS OFF' 

No one knows the 5 "W"

but everyone is left just wandering....

 

In the Ghetto

Why do I keep coming back to this artist
ELVIS PRESLEY
loved by some and hated by others....

Why do people say: this is a forgotten

artist, a man who was hooked on  many

things and died from it.

My friends I see this MAN as a genious

and lonely man who never forgot where

we came from and the circumstances of his

coming into this world at a time when 

misery and other adjectives I prefer not to

mention. This photo obviously is not mine

but just downloaded from the internet.

So read these words (not written by him)

but beautifully sang in the mid 1960. 

Then if you wish to listen to him just

go find "In the Ghetto" by Elvis Presley

and listen carefully, it's todays' world

that as never changed since then....

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

Light

Like a spider or a volcano mouth,
I spit out what my belly is boiling in me.
I do not fear men, 'cause I'm the one
who has major force.
I know how to rumble, how the move
and put fear in men's head. I can throw
red, super hot lava, but I can also with
a cough shake all with is above me.
Don't believe that I sleep, and even if I
do, when I wake up, I show my furry,
to those who believe that I'm heartless,
Fear me otherwise you will be surprised
at any time of the day or the year to hear
my lack of humor.
.... I kill, I break, I disperse, I damage,
but mostly I eat humans.....

NB: For those who do not believe in the
force of nature and it's seismic and volcanic
eruptions.

Quarter moon

 A quarter moon is telling us that
the best is still to come, we need
patience and faith.

Elvis - Miracle of the rosary.

MIRACLE OF THE ROSARY Oh, blessed mother, we pray to thee Thanks for the miracle of your rosary Only you can hold back Your holy son's hand Long enough for the whole world to understand Hail, Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee Blessed are thou among women And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus Oh, holy Mary, dear mother of God Please, pray for us, sinners Now and at the hour of our death And give thanks once again For the miracle of your rosary

 

The princess

How someone start talking about a PRINCESS

surely she is not princess by birth, but who cares

our little princess just like you and me, grew up

with certain life values and at times I'm sure she

must have cursed what was taken right out of her

hands. A princess was never an easy lifestyle nor

a free spirited mind allowed.   

A princess is like a flower that can't smell or

bloom, it needs to stay in it's place. You look,

you listen, you can smile, but your not allowed

to make friends unless they are your same status

in life.

You may have gorgeous clothes, speak a very refined

language and play some musical instruments, but 

not publicise it.  You are under 24 hours surveillance

of every move you make with always the fear of 

making a huge or small mistake. 

Just imagine if this little princess gets sick, all heaven

breaks loose.  You are painted as a bad homen of the

castle, you are not fit to be accompanied by a young

royal or even less to dream of bigger dreams. 

You're always the outsider of dreamed of being a 

princess but had the bad fortune of having a falling

health.   

If only...

If only life was a FAIRY TELL where all lived

happy it would be exuberant.

But...

as much as human keep hoping for this state, life

has it's own curves (CANCER)  to launch, 

are we ready to face them?

Road of life

 

Choose the right path and don't be
afraid to explore the future or supress
your adventures.

Beach dream

 

I wish for WOMAN's DAY to be able to dream

by myself ... " Believing I'm enjoying a white sandy

beach, a palm tree not too far and a very calm blue ocean

to satisfy my hunger of the spring heat weather".

But since I'm not rich or young enough to tackle a trip

like a sardine on these new planes who are not ashamed 

of charging an exorbitant price, do not ask for a little

extra, they give you the dirty look.  

So I will stay home on this year Woman's Day 

and just enjoy a sweet

 "DO ANYTHING OF THIS DAY".

Ice design

In these times, were mother

nature has a hard time to decide what to do,

humans don't give a dam.  They pollute, they

don't know pollute earth but now even in

space there garbage...

 

Which side

Wich side of the highway do you 

WANT TO BE....

Today if you make the wrong choice 

there's no comming back!