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!

 

Crazy times

The crazy times we live these days is just 

 lunatic.  A person, a face, an act that rubs

us the wrong way and BANG it's gone.

This is the new and advanced humanity

that believes all is their DUE.  How did we

arrive at this stage.  We shed crocodile

tears when we see events that disturb us,

how dare to show it to the world, is for pity,

for remorse,for enjoyment, for bravura or

just that we are at the end of of what we

know about human beings.  Eiii that's OK

we will be replaced by robots, intelligent

technology, more and more destroying 

elements that humans don't even know of

their existence. 

Let's all say "PEACE ON EARTH" and long

life to human stupidity.

Not even time, but help is available...

 

The smooth and warmth feeling of your hands on my

face, the tight and closeness of your loving embrace,

the gentleness of your lips caressing with passion and

peace my lips is almost just what I wish for every night

and would give my life and ask time to cease so that we

can't and will not let anything separate us ...

not even time would dare go on without us being part of it.

NB: But at times it's better to be alone than being with a person

who does not respect life. As such if you feel abused, bathered,

either mentally or physically, GO FOR HELP, there's always

someone who could HELP YOU.

  

Memories

 

Memories is a book to be looked at 

when your mind is not fully with you

or in your capacity to control it.

Why do I approach this subject one week

before the most memorable day of the 

nativity celebrated around the world by

some and hated by others.

Is it a mith, is it a story, 

for the believers it's sacred, 

but for the non believers it's a

story that should not be even considered

let alone celebrated.

Do we really need to put a name or a

face on these readings, personally I do not

believe so.  I tell myself that there is something

somewhere that has the strings of our 

being born and destinies.  It's not up to

us to try to figure it out.  But it's our duty

TO LIVE OUR STAY ON THIS EARTH

WITH LOVE,DIGNITY AND RESPECT.

nb: These are my and only my taughts. 

 

Runnnnnn

Running,  

always running,

running to nowhere,
running to meet people,
running to strange places,
running to my doctor,
running to my favorite spot,
running to see if I can catch my dreams,
running to try and slowdown in life,
running to keep peace in me...
One day I will stop running,
and wondering why I was always

running

Nov.11 ....

 

Oh how I wish I could  bring back

all my friends that I left behind years and years

ago.  But also my friends who have fallen 

recently for their love of their country.

Not one day goes by that I don't hear about

lost lives to the hands of wars.

Today like yesterday families are broken, 

devastated, exterminated for some idealist

individuals who do not care for the price

humans will pay, for no other reasons,

hat the world can't live together.

We are like this seed that the wind blows 

around and destroyes without discrimination.

If you fall, no one is there to help you up, no

on the contrary they will finish to exterminate

you with no pity.

This is our November 11th created by humans...                       

Alone

What a strange life humans have.
 There is no conclusion and no

what's not. It just happens and you

or me can't do a darn thing about it.

The only conclusion is the birth of

a human and even there on certain

occasions it's not legitimate (rape).

How many will there be of these

births... With sad events that are

going on on this planet these days.

I just don't want to be like a robot

who looks,listens and become indiferent.

But then I say "Who would come to my

help" should something this horrible 

happen to the people who are ellite

and don't even give a consideration

to these tragedies.  All humans are not

perfect, but FOR THE LOVE OF 

HUMANS, it should stop and stop

very fast otherwise we all will land

in a filled up trench just the not so long

ago past.

It's midnight

it's my nostalgic period.

it's midnight

Maybe it's too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my self control I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Oh and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's midnight and I miss you

NB: photo not mine if you recognize it please let me know and I will
give you full credit for it.

"My boy"

By now most of my readers know that I have

a penchant for ELVIS PRESLEY. 

One needs to appreciate the talent of a person

and not what he did or did not do with his life.

By searching his repertoir I came across a song

that I remembered listening when my dad died

years and years ago.  I must have gone a hole 

box of klenex and played that song for hours

until I just fell asleep and since that day never

played it again until last night.  Why some of 

you may ask... I just received some bad news

of one of my in-laws will be placed in pagliative

care or end-of-life hospital, and we all know

that when a person is placed there, their time

on this earth is very short.

So here are those words and link to this song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOLH63c7SG0

You're sleeping son, I know

But, really, this can't wait

I wanted to explain

Before it gets too late

For your mother and me

Love has finally died

This is no happy home

But God knows how I've tried

Because you're all I have, my boy

You are my life, my pride, my joy

And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy

I know it's hard to understand

Why did we ever start?

We're more like strangers now

Each acting out a part

I have laughed, I have cried

I have lost every game

Taken all I can take

But I'll stay just the same

Because you're all I have, my boy

You are my life, my pride, my joy

And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy

Sleep on, you haven't heard a word

Perhaps it's just as well

Why spoil your little dreams

Why put you through the hell

Life is no fairytale

As one day you will know

But now you're just a child

I'll stay her and watch you grow

Because you're all I have, my boy

You are my life, my pride, my joy

And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy

The Best

God saw you getting tired

but a cure was not to be (medication abuse)

So he put his arms around you and

whispered "Come to Me".

With tearful eyes, we watched you

and saw you pass away

and although we love you dearly

we could not make you stay.

A Golden heart stopped beating,

hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

HE only takes the best.

NB: Photo not mine, if author recognizes 

it, please let me know, and I will give you

credit for it.

I choose this photo because this man

was suffering and people around him didn't

manage to save him, 

(I hope they tried to reason with him),

but  maybe it was his destiny to just pass,

leave us his legacy and then leave.

God bless you, your daughter and grandson.

You were, you are and you will always be

THE BEST.

Time and love

Loves takes lots of time

and a sea of patience,

to find the right forever person.

Tonight Lady Moon is fully

shining on me after chasing me

and reaching me on an oasis in

a desert but it was only my 

imagination since I was in my

dark and lonely room.

My thoughts wandering like

a wave in a dark sea to finally

find the shores of your heart to

revive the lost love. My heart might

be broken but stuburn as I am, 

I will never give up. I'm like a 

fish calling the moon to come down

and show my lover my swollen eyes

I feel like a fish in love with a seagull

wishing I could fly on his back to 

reach your hands and put them on my

face holding you close in a tight

embrace, kissing your warm  and

passionate lips asking the sky to stop

the time to cease for me to slowly

die in your arms....

Saying

HERE

The possible is already done

The impossible is in course

As for miracles

please expect a 48 hour delay.

This is what politicians are telling

us these days as a result of all

types of temperature craziness

that are going around the world.... 

Hello there...

Hello there, it's been a wile since I came to

see if I could write a few verses or feelings

on events that touches my heart.

Unfortunately, maybe due to the extreme

heat and forest smoke it seems that my brain

does not have the stigma to think or even less

to write.

Does it affect everyone like me at this time,

who knows...

But I truly miss to exercise my brain to stop,

think, write about my curiosity for life itself.

Not knowing if I make any sense in all this,

I just let time take it's course and see where 

my landing will be.

Life is a state of mind, when it's stops there's 

nothing one can do to make it revive.

So friends until I am fully in accord with

my feelings, my ideas, or my stupidity, I will

walk around with a paper and a pen to capture

what my brain will gift me...

Not even my camera is responding to my 

searches so I go back to the nature shots who

do not require much imagination. 

 

White tears

What am I doing sitting on this hard chair

behind a stupid screen instead of drying 

the cold and harsh tears streaming down

my old ravaged face from the tears that 

I let go 52 years ago on the 4th day after

my wedding night to a monster who did

well in hiding is upbriging, is sickness,

his week spirit and conditions that were

instilled in him from the day he saw the

daylight.  

Stupid me for not having rebelled, for not

having told anyone (not even my parents)

in what a web of deception I walked in.

No one had the guts to tell me what they

knew, no one had the decency of being

honest, THEY WERE ALL HIPOCRITS.

Who put their heads in the sand and just

hoped for the best - for him and not for me.

Is a revenge at this stage - worth it,

but then I have 3 gorgeous children and

2 granddaughters, I look at them and my

rage melts down.