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Mi Cuerpo Duerme Pero mi Espíritu Vuela


“La gente que amas se convierten en fantasmas dentro de ti y de esta manera los mantienes vivos.”

-Foto De Robert Montgomery

Yo No Estoy Ahi

“No te pares frente a mi tumba a llorar.

Yo no estoy ahí. Yo no duermo.

Soy los miles de vientos que soplan;

Soy el brillo sobre la nieve;

Soy la luz del sol brillando sobre granos maduros;

Soy la lluvia gentil del otoño;

Soy el dia cuando nace;

Soy los pájaros que circulan es su vuelo;

Soy el brillo suave de las estrellas en la noche;

No the pares frente a mi tumba a llorar;

Yo no estoy ahí. Yo no me morí.”

-Modificado del original de Elizabeth Frye


I am not Dead

“Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow;

I am sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn rain;

When you awake to greet the dawn

I am the day as it is born;

I am birds in circling flight;

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.”

-modified from the original by Mary Elizabeth Frye


@Simply Living

I think white people are so afraid of the world they created that they don’t want to see, feel, smell, or hear it. The feeling of rain and snow on your face, being numbed by an icy wind and thawing out before a smoking fire, coming out of a hot sweat bath and plunging into a cold stream, these things make you feel alive, but you don’t want them anymore…. livings inside a body that no longer has a scent, hearing the noise from the hi-fi instead of listening to the sounds of nature, watching some actor on TV having a make-believe experience when you no longer experience anything for yourself…… It’s no good.

-John (Fire) Lame Deer, Sioux medicine man


Paperman is a wonderful Oscar nominated short by Disney. It’s a very special moment when the right two people meet each other. What is it that attracts us in special ways to certain people? is it fate or Destiny or is it randomness and luck? It might sound magical, but i think there is a special force released when you meet a special somebody, as if some part of your being knows that this is no ordinary person. This mysterious force, once its released, will draw you inexplicably and irresistibly unto one another. Like the pull between two magnets it cannot be seen but it is there. Do you believe in magic?