Informe sobre Caricias

La caricia es un lenguaje
si tus caricias me hablan
no quisiera que se callen

La caricia no es la copia
de otra caricia lejana
es una nueva versión
casi siempre mejorada

Es la fiesta de la piel
la caricia mientras dura
y cuando se aleja deja
sin amparo a la lujuria

Las caricias de los sueños
que son prodigio y encanto
adolecen de un defecto
no tiene tacto

Como aventura y enigma
la caricia empieza antes
de convertirse en caricia

Es claro que lo mejor
no es la caricia en sí misma
sino su continuación

Mario Benedetti

Besos & sabores

Me hacen falta tus besos,

Busco labios que besen igual...

No solo de chats vive el hombre.

“La tecnología nos une de los que están largo y nos separa de los que están cerca”.

Que gran mentira! No importa que tantas llamadas telefónicas, conversaciones por chats o videos por cámara Web hagas, cuando no están aquí, no se sienten aquí. Punto.

Y entre mi computadora y mi teléfono se me va la vida.

Wonderland no es mi tierra de fantasía si no puedo vivir en ella y esa es la verdad.

Para una persona como yo, particularmente delicada con el asunto de la soledad, esto de la distancia no es la mejor opción. Esperar todo el día a que un punto se torne verde no es la mejor de las esperas.

No es que halla alguna espera que sea necesariamente placentera.

Esto es complicado, y por complicado me refiero a triste, solo y doloroso…

Necesito estar donde tu estas.

In front of you

You and me and never us;

a complicated series of almost interactions....

Lighthouse

I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say.

A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

Second to the right, and straight on till morning

You know that place between sleep and awake,

the place where you can still remember dreaming?

That's where I'll always love you.

That's where I'll be waiting.

Tatuajes del alma

Como quisiera superar, las cosas que no he superado.
El aceptar que no se han superado, no es acaso parte del proceso?

Si tan solo eso fuera suficiente...

Mi más grande miedo es admitir que mi primer tatuaje fuiste tú.
Siento horror al pensar que jamás podre cicatrizar esas marcas que dejaste.

Y que nunca podre ser esa princesa valiente que una vez fui…

Passion

"Passion... It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted,

unbidden, it will stir, open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have?

Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts more than we can bare.

If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace, but we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead."

The Hogwarts Express ride

For us Harry Potter fans, today is a really magical day, today we take the Hogwarts Express, the most beautiful train in the world, and we embark to the wonderful world of magic and wizards and witches and house elves and brooms and parchments.

And because this is a big day for us, I search the usual Harry Potter fan sites to read what my fellow wizards and witches have to say. While reading the various comments I came across this post, and it touched me, because Harry Potter is not about crazy geeky people that don't know what's reality and what's not, people that like to dress in costumes and like to feel a part or something.

Harry Potter is about magic and love, is about friendship and hope, bravery and loyalty. And is timeless and ageless. I am proud to be a part of this sub-culture, and I consider every single one of the Harry Potter fans in the world as a brother or a sister, who understand me, and knows what Jo's world is really about.

I hope when you read it you can enjoy it as much as I did:

Howdy Pards,

Ah…twas twenty years ago today that the famous Harry Potter took his first ride on the Hogwarts Express.My how time flies when you are having fun…

I wonder whatever happened to that Chocolate Frog that jumped out the window? According to Ron they only have one good jump in them… kinda sad when you think about it.

Anyways, that means it was 20 years ago today that Hermione and Ron had their first trip on the Hogwarts Express as well… I still remember the look on Ron’s face when Harry pulled out a handful of coins…eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts as I recall…to pay the cart lady for a huge assortment of goodies. Remember?

Through the magic of books…and the movies…we can relive those wonderful times over and over. You see they are immortal now…they will live for all time in our hearts and memories.

We will carry those memories of that first Hogwarts Express ride…and so much more…with us all the years of our lives.

I was eleven once…let’s see…where’s my calculator when I need it? Oh yes, I was eleven way back in the year 1961. Now let’s see…that would have been…well, gosh, it was…50 years ago this year.

I don’t remember a thing that far back…except that I went to school that year…sixth grade I think it was…and Mr. Chumley was our teacher…a feller named Kennedy was President back in those days…and, while I know that I too loved chocolate just like Harry, I am pretty sure that no chocolate of mine ever leaped out of my hands… In fact, in all of my life no chocolate has ever escaped me…

We had Halloween…and Christmas…back then too. Wonderful things…holidays…

And, we had a school library too…yep…even way back then. And, truth is I used to love exploring it…no invisibility cloak required…of course, there was no “restricted section” either… Now, I did read back then,but, I have to admit that if someone had put a book the size of some of the Potter books in front of me…well…I would have been more than a little intimidated. And, I never would have believed that in the future I would have read all seven Harry Potter books…twice...and look forward to doing it again.

Time marches on I guess…look at Harry, Ron, and Hermione…all grown up…hard to believe it was 20 years ago when we first met them… But, as if we all had a time turner around our necks we, magically, can go backanytime we want…we can all board the Hogwarts Express once again and take that first journey to Hogwartswhenever we want… There is magic in that…magic more valuable than a vault full of Galleons at Gringotts if you ask me. And who do we have to thank for all this? Well, a nice lady named J.K. Rowling who dreamed it all up…on a train ride…and then gave that wonderful gift to all of us throughout the world.

If that isn’t real magic…then I don’t know what is…

Adios for now.

Talk to ya on down the trail.

Wild Ol’ Dan

Harry Potter, that bittersweet feeling

For people who are not good at math, let me tell you right here and now: I am 28 years old and I am a complete and total Harry Potter Geek.

You may think I am too old to be this interested, let me scratch that, to be this obsessed by a “children’s book” which is what most people think the Harry Potter books are. But let me tell you, you couldn’t be more wrong. I could spend pages explaining why the Harry Potter series is so much more than a children’s book, how fantastic the story is, but I am not going to do that, I will however, spend a few paragraphs explaining why it changed my life.

I guess I could start by saying that because of my dreamer quality I am very inclined towards fantastic stories, stories that takes us far away and introduces us to amazing new worlds, worlds that if you just dare to believe, could be just as real as this one. This is probably why I love the Star Wars Saga too, both stories talk to us about the epic fight between good and evil, how good conquers all and how evil, no matter how powerful and crushing and tyrannical it may be, will always lose against the forces of good.

The big difference I can see regarding both stories and their heroic fights between good and evil is that, Darth Vader in the end, redeemed himself, he repented and finally died like a hero, or at least, a more likeable character, Voldemort on the other hand, did not.

Even in the final battle when Harry gave him the chance to feel remorse and to repent, Voldemort was never prone to feel anything, he was less than human at this point not only in body, but in soul. This is something that sets apart our two villains, Darth Vader had an intact soul.

So, why you may think, is Harry Potter not just another fantasy book that I happened to read? Another fantastic story I loved and cared for? Well because it was not. I can’t explain it. It touched my soul, it marked me, it made me feel like everything I ever hoped and felt and dreamed could be true. It made me feel among them. It identified me as a dreamer, a hopeless romantic and encouraged to never stop believing magic is real.

It was because of Harry Potter my English improved so much, it was because of Harry Potter that I created so many friendships and more than friendships too. It is because of Harry Potter that I have traveled and see and met people. Harry Potter changed my life. He still helps me when I am feeling lonely. JK Rowling’s books will always make me feel better even when I am the saddest I can be.

The last Harry Potter movie comes out it about a month, and, even though I already said goodbye to Harry and his friends and his story years ago when the final book was released, and even though it was so hard to realize that there was never going to be another book about Harry and his adventures and his struggle to find truth, and love I was able to accept it. And yet, there comes the final movie and I can’t help but feeling that same bittersweet feeling that comes with the end of anything that is great. And anyone that has ever read the books will not deny that Harry Potter was (is) great.

July 15^th will become the end of an Era for me and for millions around the world, and it is a second goodbye to Harry Potter and his wizardry world, but is also, one final chance, to share, enjoy and love our young wizard, and remind us once more, why he is not just another fantasy book.

And because these books change my life, me, a 28 year old woman will not stop putting a sticker on her car claiming forever and with much pride that I am a Harry Potter Geek. It is also why, if I ever have nieces or nephews, or even children, they will all listen to the stories. Because maybe someday, Harry will change their lives just like it changed mine.

If they’re lucky…

Mala tica, pero de buen corazón.

A veces quisiera ser mejor tica.

No me mal interpreten, jamás reprochare ser de donde soy, o haber nacido en la Suiza Centroamericana, pero de mal ticas yo soy de la peores.

Rara vez veo noticias y no me informo de lo que pasa en la actualidad. No veo Repretel y siete días para mí es un semana. Mucho menos saber de política o de cómo quedo el partido de ayer.

Me disculpo porque mi poetas no son Joaquín Sabina ni Silvio Rodríguez, mis poetas son Erick Clapton y Stevie Nicks, perdona que mi corazón no me escriba en español.

Me disculpas mi Costa Rica, por no ser un poco mas de tu rancho ni de tu cafetal. Pero te amo a mi manera , aunque solo pueda seguir amándote “mal”.

Y aunque quisiera ser mejor tica, no puedo dejar de ser yo.

Mala tica, pero de buen corazón.

Morning Poem

I woke early one morning,

The earth lay cool and still

When suddenly a tiny bird

Perched on my window sill,

He sang a song so lovely

So carefree and so gay,

That slowly all my troubles

Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places

Of laughter and of fun,

It seemed his very trilling,

Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers

Crept slowly out of bed,

Then gently shut the window

And crushed his fucking head.

I’m not a morning person.

Elementos Adicionales

Usted es dramatica de una forma especial…

Usted tiene soundtrack…

My dearest,

When two souls, which have sought each other for,
however long in the throng, have finally found each other ...a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are... begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.

This union is love, true love, ... a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.

This is the love which you inspire in me... Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.

Yours forever, When two souls, which have sought each other for,
however long in the throng, have finally found each other ...a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are... begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.

This union is love, true love, ... a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.

This is the love which you inspire in me... Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.

Yours forever,

Letter from Victor Hugo to Adele Foucher in 1821.

How does it feel?

Crowds

There are few things more sad than feeling completely alone...

in a room filled with people...

Need You Now

Picture perfect memories

Scattered all around the floor

Reaching for the phone 'cause

I can't fight it anymore

And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping
In the way you did before

And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one
I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now

Whoa, whoa
Guess I'd rather hurt
Than feel nothing at all

It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call
But I'm a little drunk
And I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now
I just need you now

Oh baby, I need you now

Lady Antebellum - Need You Now

Treasures

If there is something that I love more than my TV is my iPhone…

If there is something that I love more than my iPhone is my Macbook…

If there is something that I love more than my Macbook is my Car…

If there is something that I love more than my Car is my Harry Potter books…

If there is something that I love more than my Harry Potter Books is my… nope …

I dont think there’s anything that I treasure more than my books.

But I would give them all up in a second,

for a chance to be with you…

Thoughts 2010

El 2010 fue un año muy interesante, este fue el año en el que me definí como persona. Tengo ya mucho tiempo de estar tratando de descifrar preguntas grandes en mi vida. Preguntas que realmente no he sabido cómo contestar. Por mucho tiempo me sentí perdida, perdida en la inmensidad de mi cabeza, sin saber que era lo que quería de mi vida, y por ende, de mi misma y de los demás.

Preguntas grandes como lo son: Quien soy yo? Que quiero ser? Que ando buscando? Todas, preguntas tan importantes, que me sentía abrumada buscando las respuestas. No entendía que quería hacer con mi futuro, con mi carrera, con mi vida amorosa. Todo era como una película borrosa que no lograba entender.

El 2010 fue el año de la verdad. El año donde mi búsqueda fue la verdad, la verdad de otros y principalmente mi verdad. Aprendí muchas cosas de mi pasado, aprendí verdades que tal vez no quería conocer pero necesitaba escuchar. Y de esa manera encontrar mi propia verdad.

Aprendí que lo que los demás me hagan no me define como persona y no define mi valor. Suena obvio verdad? Pero la teoría y la práctica son cosas muy diferentes, y cuando te ves envuelto en una realidad de este tipo, no hay definición ni teoría que valga, solo lo que tú sientes y encontrar paz con esos sentimientos, es lo que vale.

Aprendí quien soy, y que quiero de mi futuro, finalmente logre encontrar dentro de mi gran desbalance interno quien quiero ser académicamente, y finalmente tomar el siguiente paso. No valió la presión familiar, la presión de amigos ni la presión de la sociedad. Esas presiones para mí siempre han sido secundarias, nunca me he dejado guiar por lo que los demás piensen correcto, lo correcto siempre ha sido, lo que funciona para mí. No fue, sino, hasta que yo logre encontrar la respuesta dentro de mí, que sentí la necesidad de volver a retomar ese camino, y hacerlo como siempre quise hacerlo, sin presión de nadie, bajo mis términos y con mucha emoción y felicidad de seguir adelante. Darme cuenta que al final de tantos años sigue existiendo una ingeniera dentro de mí. Como me costó encontrarla de nuevo.

Aprendí que es lo que quiero de esa persona que estara a mi lado. Entendí quien debe de ser como ser humano, como amigo y como hombre. Aprendí como quiero ser mirada y como quiero ser amada. Al final entendí cual es el tipo de persona que me hace feliz y con quien estaría dispuesta a compartir mi vida y todo el amor que tengo para dar.

Aprendí que es lo que puedo conseguir y lo que puedo soñar, y aprendí que clase de persona soy. Aprendí que puedo perdonar, y perdonar de verdad, ser feliz y olvidar el dolor. Aprendí que lo único más grande que mi desconfianza y que mi carácter fuerte, es mi corazón. Y que este es capaz de dar todo y no engañar, de sanar y mantener su ingenuidad innata, su alegría sincera.

Soy feliz porque lo entendí, ahora es cuestión de ponerlo en práctica y de lograr mis objetivos.

Claro… los pequeños detalles que nos presenta la vida nos recuerda como la teoría es diferente a la práctica:

En el 2010 conocí a un hombre con quien quisiera estar pero no puedo.

Y conocí a otro con quien podría estar pero no quiero.

Detalles… detalles….

Pero el 2010 me dejo mucho, más de lo que puedo explicar en palabras. Me dejo un sentimiento de paz, de plenitud emocional. Es algo que realmente no tiene precio para mí. El 2011 comenzo de la forma en que comenzó, gracias al 2010 y al descubrimiento de mis verdades.

Más allá de eso, no sé nada….