viernes, 29 de junio de 2007

That light beam

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That light beam that infiltrated and saved my life.
That beam that mysteriously appeared and took me out of the darkness.
That light beam that didn’t mean to filter, that wasn’t called by anybody;
But was so happily welcome.
That light beam that should have never been there,
But anyway has been.
The one which survived, which could, which went by, which went over
That light beam that each day is with us, takes us, raises us
The one which helps us, brings you, takes you back to my thoughts.
It guides me, it holds me up, tells me where to go.
That light beam that once made noticeable and saved so many lives.
That smallness that brought infinity, eternity, salvation.
That light beam that makes so many people happy.
It appeases innumerable throats, innumerable stomachs.
It draws smiles in how many faces.
It supports how many people, it raises, it guides.
It stretches its hand and offers some help.
From far away it calls you and takes you, but you don’t see it
You can’t say thanks, you don’t understand how or why.
That light beam that infiltrated and shouted you up for not speaking nonsense
That light beam that mysteriously appeared and took you out of the darkness
The one that holds your feet in the ground, the same one that holds mine
The one that innumerable times helped and saved.
That light beam that infiltrated in more than one life, and saved them.

Are you needing that light beam?






With this entry I say goodbye for 11 days, 11 nights. I’ll be writing, surely. But not posting. When I’m back, then prepare yourselves to read!! =P jajaja!
Enjoy!

Vale
Original:
Ese rayo de luz

Ese rayo de luz que se infiltró y salvó mi vida.
Ese rayo que misteriosamente apareció y me sacó de la oscuridad.
Ese rayo de luz que se filtró sin querer, sin que nadie lo llame;
pero fue tan bienvenido.
Ese rayo de luz que nunca debió estar ahí,
pero sin embargo estuvo.
El que sobrevivió, el que pudo, el que pasó, el que atravesó.
Ese rayo de luz que día a día nos acompaña, nos lleva, nos levanta.
El que nos ayuda, te trae, te devuelve a mis pensamientos.
Me guía, me sostiene, me dice a dónde ir.
Ese rayo de luz que un día se hizo visible y salvó muchas vidas.
Esa pequeñez, ese diminuto detalle era el que faltaba.
Esa pequeñez que trajo la infinidad, la eternidad, la salvación.
Ese rayo de luz que hace feliz a tanta gente.
Que calma tantas gargantas, tantos estómagos.
Que dibuja sonrisas en cuántas caras.
Que empuja a cuánta gente, que levanta, que guía.
Que te tiende la mano y te ofrece ayuda.
Desde lejos te llama y te lleva, pero no lo ves
No le podes agradecer, no entendés cómo fue ni por qué.
Ese rayo de luz que se infiltró y te calló para que no hables de más
Ese rayo de luz que misteriosamente apareció y te sacó de la oscuridad
El que te mantiene de pie, el mismo que me mantiene de pie a mí
Ese que tanto ayudó, tanto salvó, tanto sabe.
Ese rayo de luz que se infiltró en más de una vida y las salvó.

lunes, 25 de junio de 2007

Trying to reach a star

Here’s a short story I just wrote. When you read it, I would recommend to pay attention and imagine the scene and actions presented, in order to get the whole idea and the feeling I want to express…


Trying to reach a star

Sitting in the wet grass because of the dew, Evie lay silently in the middle of the night. The girl was hypnotized with something up there, showing a strange look in her eyes. Her mind was on it completely and she didn’t really care of the wet grass. She was looking above, admiring the great blue sky full of shining spots. They looked great! And she was fascinated, wondering why she hadn’t noticed them before.


For the first time in her life Evie felt free. Free from duties, free from harm, from fear, from life. Free from routines, clocks, people talking, people walking, arguing, suffering. It was just Evie and the dark sky. Evie and the million stars shining only for her. How can people be watching TV while here’s such a great spectacle? How can people be immersed in loud music having here the greatest silence? How can people walk the streets and never notice this gorgeousness?

Agitation had passed, fear had too. Only life was still there. But it was not her life. It was a new life, a new period, a new beginning. It was her life now, her way, her path, her decisions. No one was taking care of her, no one felt the way she did. Evie was sitting in the dewed grass, but still didn’t care about the cold she was starting to feel. She was exchanging some words with a great landscape, while silence was sitting next to her, and meditation protecting her. Evie’s head, a whole though, a whole new experience, a million thoughts, a million new discoveries.

Paulo, Mary, Jack, Sheila passed by. Her dead mother, her dog, school. Then the sea, some great vacations, an apartment, homework, future. A boy, her cousin, her grandfather, Cinderella’s book, her drawing of Mickey Mouse. Images came and went, flew through the stars; one followed by the other. And then she stopped at one shining dot that caught her attention. Evie saw a known face on it. Was it her mother? Could it be possible? Evie hadn’t seen her for a few months, so the face was a bit different. It had so much more life that the very last time she had seen her..! She was… different. A big and tender smile, the same brown eyes, same friendly look, same wrinkles in her frown. She was not supposed to be on earth anymore, so definitely, she could be up there! Her mother was on that star!

Evie lifted her arm, but got nowhere. How she missed her! How she wished to reach the star, her mother’s star. Her arm went down again, touched the wet grass and she quickly dried it with her pants. Evie could almost hear her mom saying ‘Don’t do that! Your pants will get dirty!’ It was her voice! Definitely. She hadn’t heard that tone for some months… but now it was the same, just the same one. How she missed her... she thought. But life is like that and she was now starting to face it, to understand it, to accept what it presents. Evie missed her mom anyway, and she knew she could reach it… Her face was so alive, so real, so hers.

With tears on her eyes she lifted her arm slowly again. Little by little the slim arm went up, getting nearer… And a frightening loud shout broke completely everything. It was her father’s angry tone:

- Evangeline! What are you doing out there?! The grass is wet, it’s cold! Are you going mad? Why do you lift your arm like that?!

She wasn’t going to answer that she was trying to reach a star. Not even that she was about to reach her mother. Silently, she let the tears roll down her face and fall on her pants. The same pants her mother had mended with so much love.

- Evangeline, come in now!

She didn’t want to come in. She didn’t want nothing and nobody else than her mother.

- Evangeline! I’m telling you to come here, now! Don’t you listen when I talk to you?

- I’m going - stuttered the girl, passing her sweater sleeve through her eyes.

- Hurry up! Now!

She only wanted to cry. To go back to the dewed grass, to the silence, to the sky, to peace, to her mother. “They’re adults, they just don’t understand anything”, she affirmed to herself, “only my mom understands me.” And how she missed her…



Vale

I will reach the sky

And I will deal with it. I will deal to reach the sky, to reach the top. And I know I will succeed. Day by day I grow up and my desire grows stronger. I concentrate on my objective and I know I’ll make it. This is how I’m going to make it, I know I will succeed. With strength from the heart and true desire, there are no impossible tasks. I stretch my branches, each one is part of me and each one of them will help me reach it. With every single millimetre I feel nearer. How will it be? How will it taste? How will it smell? How will it feel? I know I will have an answer for each of my questions soon. I know I will reach it.

I’m almost reaching it...

Come on! A little bit more and I’ll touch you with my branches. You’ll caress me softly and tell me “Well done”. I know it.

Sky, wait for me, I’ll be soon up there with you.


Vale Becker

Maybe it’s just my destiny

And maybe it’s just my destiny
To be alone, to feel lonely
To be red, to be on a cold floor
You’re up there, still on our tree
I can see you all, I can hear you laughing
I’m down here, feeling solitude
Feeling cold, feeling human beings
Feeling a foot that soon will step on me
Feeling nothing, just nothing.
Just a leave that fell on the wrong place.
…But maybe it’s just my destiny

Vale Becker

sábado, 23 de junio de 2007

Lost



The greatest series I’ve ever watched – and the only one, actually. I did see other ones, one or two episodes, but none caught me as this one did. I didn’t need to watch a couple of episodes, nor a whole one. With only ten minutes of the first episode I became a complete addict!

The series is so great, that I’m sure every single one, who has watched a bit of it, has been involved in this Lostaddiction I feel. It’s really an addiction! From the very first time I saw all these characters I fell in love with each one of them, with what they did, what they thought, what they believed, what they were. They are so very different one to the other, but they are together on that island, aisled from everything, setted where nobody can find them, and they have to learn how to survive together.

Now that I’ve finished watching season 3 (thank you so much Alina!) and I know that I have to wait until February 2008, I felt like writing (once more) about Lost. I don’t want to talk much about the content of the series and this third season because I can spoil it to someone reading, but I only gotta say that I’m deceived and sad because of one event, but happy for other! A couple of tears rolled down my face in that last episode, and more doubts appeared.

It is too much time until February!! I think I will die of abstinence, intrigue, nerves… There are so many questions to be answered, so many doubts to be cleared, so many episodes still to see… But I’ll have to adjust with just reading more info at Lostpedia, doing my own predictions and being part of e-meetings.
I won’t have nothing to feel excited about, I won’t go to bed late on Mondays, I won’t discuss at lunch time with my dad and brother about that theme. No more Lost for a long time… How sad!!

I completely recommend Lost. It is really catching, has a lot to think about, to analyze, characters to love, to hate. What’s really interesting is how a character that is supposed to be “a good one” turns to be the other way, or vice versa. One of the greatest mess you find on the series is that confusion, you don’t know who to really trust in.

It’s just great! Landscapes are incredible!!

I want to go on a flight in Oceanic and fall down in that island!!
My favourites:
---------------Kate Austen-------------------------------------John Locke-------------------
--------------------Charlie Pace------------------------
Yours?
Great phrases from Lost:
"You all everybody"
"Don't ever tell me what I can't do"
"Don't mistake chance with fate"
"Everything is connected"
"What we really need to survive is someone who really loves us"
"See you in another life"
"Live together, die alone"
"Having hope is never stupid if you believe things happen"
"Whatever you think I am, I'm not"

Vale
[Lostaddict]

jueves, 21 de junio de 2007

What makes you happy?

There is something that happens to me very often, and today, paying attention to the lyrics of a song I know from a lot of time ago, I found that concept! Did you ever feel that you were doing something you shouldn’t because you had plenty of more important things to do? Did you ever feel you were doing nonsense things, but you really enjoyed doing them? Do you consider you like doing things you would never tell the world you do? That’s something that happens to almost every one of us, I think. Why should we feel sad or bad about that if it is something that makes us happy? The song is “If it makes you happy”, from Sheryl Crow, and the chorus says like this:

“If it makes you happy

It can't be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why the hell are you so sad?”

It is so true! If it makes you happy, feel proud that you like that. It makes you happy, so don’t feel bad! Others will see you strangely or might think whatever about you… but the problem is that they haven’t found what you’ve found on that activity. People might think what you do is nonsense, you might thing that of the others’ activities. And so?

If I have to say when I feel this… I will try to make like a different song, with the same chorus (don’t pay attention to the rhythm in case you know it…)


If I gotta confess,
I don’t like going out when it’s cold
I prefer my warm bed, my old books,
Instead of that smoky and packed disco.

I don’t want to sit on a bar full of people
Why don’t we go to someone’s house?
Walking makes me happy
I enjoy watching the same landscape every day.

I must admit I sometimes listen to Nick Carter
I sometimes watch Cartoon Network
Tom and Jerry are my favourites!

I can spend hours behind a bird, a flower
I can take thousands of pictures
And then… they die archived in my PC
And only some of them are good.

I have to study, yes.
But the DVD of Lost is calling me
I watch an episode, and then
I don’t sleep because I didn’t study.

Sometimes I wake up at 4 a.m.
Through my mind passes a great project
I turn the light on, draw, write
And do art till 7.

I have to confess that I
Can live with the same trousers everyday
I don’t like going to the hairdressers
And playing tennis makes me happy

“If it makes me happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes me happy
Then why the hell am I so sad?”


There are activities that makes one happy, so one should continue doing them, not leaving that sense die because of what people might say. To survive we need things that make us happy, little things to fulfil our lives, to make us grow, to differ us from others. If I have important activities to do, I consider also important having a break and doing what I really like, because if I don’t then my mind is a mess and I don’t manage to do what I have to. But what we need to know is when to do each one, and to manage time in order to do all we have and want to.


(Playing with letter-shaped vermicelli is funny too and it is something I enjoy..!)

miércoles, 20 de junio de 2007

The different one

I’m alive, I’m the same as every leaf but I still don’t feel like that. I am only one more. One drop in the sea, one person in the world, one leaf in the tree. I am only… but I am. I’m alive, I sway with the breeze, I feel the cold, I feel hot when the sun goes up, I feel scared, happy, different. I feel different. Different from every other, different from the rest. I live with all of them but I feel apart. They’re just like that and I am like them only to be part of the population, but I don’t feel it inside. They pretend, so do I; I have to, in order to survive. They’re all the same and I am different. Over so many known but strange shapes, I look around and I don’t find easily who’s just like me. Maybe my sight is getting worse because of solitude, frustration and hidden feelings; maybe I am not really looking for it. But suddenly from far ahead I found you there. Life joined us both, somewhere, somehow, we met. You’ve been there for so many sunsets, so many birds passing by, so many storms we’ve faced, and we never said a word. Now that life joined us I understand how things really are, we are different. They are like that, we are not. We have lived the same life, the same solitude, the same fears, and never imagined someone lived it too. Now that we are together we will face this world of strangers and we will continue being different. But now we both know we’re not alone, we’re not ‘the only one’. Between so many shapeless shapes I couldn’t find even myself. But now I have you near and we suffer the same, we enjoy the same; we’re both just as different from everybody else.