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.....