I believe in Love
I believe in God,
Yet, I don’t believe you,
You accused people, innocent the vast majority once
How do you dare to point me with your finger??
I believe in angels,
In the Virgin Mary
Holy man, saintsthe kind that heaven sends, but believe me your power is banishing away this century,
If you don’t believe me go to your churches and temples visit them one by one an d none of them have the half u used to have years ago
Church, embrace your brothers
Don’t let your people go
If you don’t hurry it will
Be really late!
viernes, 26 de diciembre de 2008
My love
I lie on the grass,and stare into the black sky,
the stars dance in the dark dance hall and then all of a sudden;
your face is shaped by them.
I can see you, you are looking down at me, and with a perfect white smile you whisper my name.
We're walking among the clouds
With our feet getting wet,
Because of the small drops of rain that still linger on the cloudsthe horizon turns pink then orange then red,
With our feet getting wet,
Because of the small drops of rain that still linger on the cloudsthe horizon turns pink then orange then red,
as the sun starts to set.you hold my hand and I stare at you for thousand of years
LU…
It's amazing how I feel when I'm around you,
No explanation can be done
No words can be uttered
And no explanation can be found
My heart leaps my mouth out
My legs shake my stomach has butterflies
When I have you near
Everything seems surreal
I feel as though you must be destined to be with me
Inexplicable connections we have, I know I have the feeling when you are ok or you are not. Don’t ask me why because there is no way to explain you all.
There is something really positive of all this
And it is to have the free devotion of another soul.
As though I were about to enter heavenyou are my light, my love.
No explanation can be done
No words can be uttered
And no explanation can be found
My heart leaps my mouth out
My legs shake my stomach has butterflies
When I have you near
Everything seems surreal
I feel as though you must be destined to be with me
Inexplicable connections we have, I know I have the feeling when you are ok or you are not. Don’t ask me why because there is no way to explain you all.
There is something really positive of all this
And it is to have the free devotion of another soul.
As though I were about to enter heavenyou are my light, my love.
Popes and their thirst of power
Ego sum Caesar, ego sum imperator. This phrase was not uttered by an emperor but by a pope.
This fact does not surprise us, if we have in mind the pope who said t a pope as special as Boniface the VIII was. This Pope was accused of idolatry after his death. it would be a mistake to consider these words as expression of a selfish man. No. By, no means. This expression perfectly fixes with the church believes about their power on the earth. Let’s get deep in this business and let’s remind that Innocence the II was defined as The Caesar and sovereign over this entire worldly world.
F we go back in time even more into the past, Gregory VIII proposed and carried on a reform called Dictatus Papae. In this text, the basis o f the church was settled by saying that the church was a divine institution, and that temporal power of kingdoms would be subjected to the power of God on the earth, that’s under the pope’ s rules.
This fact does not surprise us, if we have in mind the pope who said t a pope as special as Boniface the VIII was. This Pope was accused of idolatry after his death. it would be a mistake to consider these words as expression of a selfish man. No. By, no means. This expression perfectly fixes with the church believes about their power on the earth. Let’s get deep in this business and let’s remind that Innocence the II was defined as The Caesar and sovereign over this entire worldly world.
F we go back in time even more into the past, Gregory VIII proposed and carried on a reform called Dictatus Papae. In this text, the basis o f the church was settled by saying that the church was a divine institution, and that temporal power of kingdoms would be subjected to the power of God on the earth, that’s under the pope’ s rules.
Help
Dear Lucy: I’ve met this wonderful man. He’s all, handsome, intelligent, charming- nearly everything a woman could ever want. There is only one problem: every time she tries to kiss me I feel like being sick. At first I thought it was a passing thing- that he just needed to brush his teeth more. Now I realize that this must be some kind of permanent condition. What do I do now? I can’t go on holding my breath (as I’m doing now) every time he leans over to kiss me. It’s s getting to the point where I don’t even look in her direction when she talks to me! This is not your average morning-breath kind of smell- this is more like something has died inside him!!
jueves, 25 de diciembre de 2008
when I was Married
When I was married...
When I was married I thought I was miserable because of my wife. So, we got divorced, and then, I thought things would change.
But I was still depressed somehow. Friends used to invite me out, and thought I had nothing else going on, I’d tell them that I was busy or that I had other plans, but I ‘d just stay at home and watch TV or vegetate.
So, then, I blamed ot on my Job. I used to fantasise about just leaving the place. I started taking days off sick. My performance went downhill. But, I couldn’t quit. I was scared. I would wake up in the middle of the night, just lying there-thinking. Then a job opportunity came up at a different company, and for a few months i actually thought i was getting better But i didn't so i thought I need a girlfriend and soon! so I started chatting with girls n the net and then, I met Judy. By chance, believe me, she asked me about a web page I have she just sent me a mail and from there we couldn't stop chating can yopu believe this!!? well? do it!
When I was married I thought I was miserable because of my wife. So, we got divorced, and then, I thought things would change.
But I was still depressed somehow. Friends used to invite me out, and thought I had nothing else going on, I’d tell them that I was busy or that I had other plans, but I ‘d just stay at home and watch TV or vegetate.
So, then, I blamed ot on my Job. I used to fantasise about just leaving the place. I started taking days off sick. My performance went downhill. But, I couldn’t quit. I was scared. I would wake up in the middle of the night, just lying there-thinking. Then a job opportunity came up at a different company, and for a few months i actually thought i was getting better But i didn't so i thought I need a girlfriend and soon! so I started chatting with girls n the net and then, I met Judy. By chance, believe me, she asked me about a web page I have she just sent me a mail and from there we couldn't stop chating can yopu believe this!!? well? do it!
Near my paradise: Cafayate
The sound of nature the sensation I have never felt
Is felt when I am alone in the middle
Of a sandy river in the frontier of Salta and Tucumán
The sound of the birds
The dance of the little waves formed by the scarce water,
Kilometers from there, the red wine awaits me on the table, sweet white red. Cabernet, every type of this love awaits me
And it’s free!
The mount moves as if it were a huge human heart.
Coyas offer you empanadas and creole food everywhere and tasty, salty, spicy.
The sound of violins and chacareras bumps me up meeting a young man. Never mind what our destiny might be that night but I never think about that at once just if the love allows me to be tender enough how much love I can offer, of course.
Let’s got to the main square that there is a marriage at the town’s church. It’s Quiroga And Alucena’s a woman shouts out loud everyone is invited!
Thee I should go!
Alucena is a woman with an olive skin beauty, nice smiling and a mouth!! Beautiful! Perfect! A sculpture, the green valleys worship the beauty of this woman. And Quiroga, tall fatal man, strong, dark skin, creole, dresses in gaucho. The party was in the meadows, wine and food were in excess but reasonably for me.
Oh my paradise I carry inside me wherever I go. And thousand of places I have been but you are the only one for me to return!
Is felt when I am alone in the middle
Of a sandy river in the frontier of Salta and Tucumán
The sound of the birds
The dance of the little waves formed by the scarce water,
Kilometers from there, the red wine awaits me on the table, sweet white red. Cabernet, every type of this love awaits me
And it’s free!
The mount moves as if it were a huge human heart.
Coyas offer you empanadas and creole food everywhere and tasty, salty, spicy.
The sound of violins and chacareras bumps me up meeting a young man. Never mind what our destiny might be that night but I never think about that at once just if the love allows me to be tender enough how much love I can offer, of course.
Let’s got to the main square that there is a marriage at the town’s church. It’s Quiroga And Alucena’s a woman shouts out loud everyone is invited!
Thee I should go!
Alucena is a woman with an olive skin beauty, nice smiling and a mouth!! Beautiful! Perfect! A sculpture, the green valleys worship the beauty of this woman. And Quiroga, tall fatal man, strong, dark skin, creole, dresses in gaucho. The party was in the meadows, wine and food were in excess but reasonably for me.
Oh my paradise I carry inside me wherever I go. And thousand of places I have been but you are the only one for me to return!
My country side
My country side:
Down the hill she walks
Towards the town to see her love
Her long black hair shines with the reflex of the moon
The lady dressed in long dress and alpargatas
Goes right to the posada to look for Jose
There the guapo awaits her to drink and a good guitar.
She sits next to him and he plays s song accompanied by that beauty shape of his companion: the guitar.
The sound of his guitar resound all over the valley near the sugar cane plantations.
The moon light lightens the paths of the neighbors.
When the wind whistles among the leaves, the trees and the song of the copleros follow the sound gently.
The girl uses a soft make up to make the gaucho feel better when playing his guitar.
Her purpose is to make him fall in love even more.
Down the hill she walks
Towards the town to see her love
Her long black hair shines with the reflex of the moon
The lady dressed in long dress and alpargatas
Goes right to the posada to look for Jose
There the guapo awaits her to drink and a good guitar.
She sits next to him and he plays s song accompanied by that beauty shape of his companion: the guitar.
The sound of his guitar resound all over the valley near the sugar cane plantations.
The moon light lightens the paths of the neighbors.
When the wind whistles among the leaves, the trees and the song of the copleros follow the sound gently.
The girl uses a soft make up to make the gaucho feel better when playing his guitar.
Her purpose is to make him fall in love even more.
lunes, 1 de diciembre de 2008
Myths and legends: the Holy Grail
One of my early fascinations when going to a library is to take an old History book specially those dealing with medieval times and religion. One of the most enigmatic myths is that of the Holy Grail. There many myths associated to this “cup”.
One of them is the one involving the biblical figure of Joseph of Arimathea. Joseph was Jesus’ Uncle and he was the man who took Jesus’ body after the Crucifixion. Joseph had visited Britain years before with Jesus due to his interest in the tin trade.
When Jesus died, Joseph travelled to Britain again. He took the Holy Grail with him. The Holy Grail is supposed to be the cup used by Jesus at the last supper.
Joseph was said to have established the 1st church in England at Glastonbury. It is said that he buried the grail at the foot of Glastonbury Tor, from where a spring of blood gushed forth from the ground. In fact, there is a well known as Chalice well and the water that issues from is reddish. Yet, scientists proved that the color of this water is such since of the high amount of oxide the water has.
Another myth involves the widely known relationship between the Holy Grail and the Templers
The Poor Fellow Soldier of Christ and of the Temple of Salomon was among the most famous Christian Military orders.
Enigmatic, long haired, descendents from the Merovingian, Kings of France who lived around in the area o f the gloomy lands of Rennes le Chateau, use to wear white tunics with a red cross on their shoulders and shields.
At the beginning, they protected pilgrims on the dangerous roads between Jerusalem and Palestine.
Within years, the order grew rapidly in membership and power. Now, once the power over Holy landed was lost by the Christians, the support for the order faded.
Rumors about the Templers’ secret organization and relics created mistrust and were accused of heresy. The king Phillip of France, deeply in debt to the order took advantage of the situation. Most of them were burned at the stake.
One of the objects, they were supposed to own was the Holy Grail.
When the order disintegrated, many of its members flee to Spain, Portugal, America and Argentina. Post-columbine myths suggest the City of the Caesars, in the Patagonia was directly linked to the Templers and the Holy Grail. There is a cavern underwater where stones typical of holy land. These rocks are all carved and red crosses are carved on it. It is said that there is sort of mystical protection at the entrance of the caverns in the sea and nobody can get into it. There have been 30 expeditions since 1997.
One of them is the one involving the biblical figure of Joseph of Arimathea. Joseph was Jesus’ Uncle and he was the man who took Jesus’ body after the Crucifixion. Joseph had visited Britain years before with Jesus due to his interest in the tin trade.
When Jesus died, Joseph travelled to Britain again. He took the Holy Grail with him. The Holy Grail is supposed to be the cup used by Jesus at the last supper.
Joseph was said to have established the 1st church in England at Glastonbury. It is said that he buried the grail at the foot of Glastonbury Tor, from where a spring of blood gushed forth from the ground. In fact, there is a well known as Chalice well and the water that issues from is reddish. Yet, scientists proved that the color of this water is such since of the high amount of oxide the water has.
Another myth involves the widely known relationship between the Holy Grail and the Templers
The Poor Fellow Soldier of Christ and of the Temple of Salomon was among the most famous Christian Military orders.
Enigmatic, long haired, descendents from the Merovingian, Kings of France who lived around in the area o f the gloomy lands of Rennes le Chateau, use to wear white tunics with a red cross on their shoulders and shields.
At the beginning, they protected pilgrims on the dangerous roads between Jerusalem and Palestine.
Within years, the order grew rapidly in membership and power. Now, once the power over Holy landed was lost by the Christians, the support for the order faded.
Rumors about the Templers’ secret organization and relics created mistrust and were accused of heresy. The king Phillip of France, deeply in debt to the order took advantage of the situation. Most of them were burned at the stake.
One of the objects, they were supposed to own was the Holy Grail.
When the order disintegrated, many of its members flee to Spain, Portugal, America and Argentina. Post-columbine myths suggest the City of the Caesars, in the Patagonia was directly linked to the Templers and the Holy Grail. There is a cavern underwater where stones typical of holy land. These rocks are all carved and red crosses are carved on it. It is said that there is sort of mystical protection at the entrance of the caverns in the sea and nobody can get into it. There have been 30 expeditions since 1997.
Conformity almost always leads to a deadening of individual creativity and energy
This statement about the impact of conformity on individual energy and creativity actually involves two distinct issues. In my view, the extent to which conformity stifles a person’s energy depends primarily on the temperament of each individual, as well as the goals toward which the person‘s energy is directed.
Some people are conformists by nature. By this I mean that they function best where their role is clearly defined and where team work is key in meeting group objectives. For conformists individual energy comes from sharing a common purpose or mission. Besides, nonconforming behavior in these people only serves to disestablish their routines.
Some people are conformists by nature. By this I mean that they function best where their role is clearly defined and where team work is key in meeting group objectives. For conformists individual energy comes from sharing a common purpose or mission. Besides, nonconforming behavior in these people only serves to disestablish their routines.
Bring me peace
How many times should I say
I love you?
Why don’t you trust me?
Why do you always want to have the last word?
Why do you hurt people if you don’t want to?
I am like a three year old kid asking why’s
But you are vital to me
I cannot leave you
I want and I know I have to
But I can’t, I don’t want.
I think It was destiny that joined us
That destiny gave us a chance
It’s our decisions that can decide whether this works or not.
I sometimes I think you play with me
But what’s the purpose?
That makes you happy?
I hope not.
But my doubts walk around my head every second and believe
I am getting mad.
I want to the truth
I want to see it.
Many doubts would drift away.
Please, that your words bring me peace.
Otherwise my disappointment will grow up and I don’t want to be a witch but I think I can foretell the end.
I love you?
Why don’t you trust me?
Why do you always want to have the last word?
Why do you hurt people if you don’t want to?
I am like a three year old kid asking why’s
But you are vital to me
I cannot leave you
I want and I know I have to
But I can’t, I don’t want.
I think It was destiny that joined us
That destiny gave us a chance
It’s our decisions that can decide whether this works or not.
I sometimes I think you play with me
But what’s the purpose?
That makes you happy?
I hope not.
But my doubts walk around my head every second and believe
I am getting mad.
I want to the truth
I want to see it.
Many doubts would drift away.
Please, that your words bring me peace.
Otherwise my disappointment will grow up and I don’t want to be a witch but I think I can foretell the end.
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