Un Cuarto De Hora

Que es el amor? Sera el amor tan solo un pequeño rayito de luz que se escapa del dia y se viste de rojo para sedudir la noche? que seria el amor, si su color preferido no fuese tan apacionante y tan seductor como el rojo, y si sus colores fuesen negro, gris, o marron? Sera la rosa la flor preferida del amor y el amante? y si la es, fuese preferida si no tuviese olor, si sus petalos no fuesen tan suaves y delicados como la seda? asi como tinene la rosa espinas asi las tiene el amor y no es la belleza de la rosa, o la pasion que expresa su color, o lo brillante que sea el rayito de luz, lo que importa es el proposito que tine la razon de su exixtencia, eso es el amor. Este escrito lo he tenido por mas de 10 años, lo obtuve de una forma clandestina ya que de no haber sido asi hubiese acabado olvidado un basurero, pense que lo habia perdido pero solo estaba mal ubicado y pense que ya era hora de salir de entre las tinieblas, solo debo decir un cosa mas, gracias Mi

Confessions of a true love addict Hi my name is... really not important... but my friends call me the Black Widow (for reasons i shall not reveal right now) and i am addicted to love. I have been a victim of this disease for over 9 years now and been trying to get some type of treatment for it for 2 years... To be quite honest i don't think there is any. I have been to numerous "love doctors" (not to say i have been with different partners hoping to get a cure from one of them just to realize they are as sick as i am or worse, they don't suffer from it at all). I have learned a lot from each of these "doctors". Some have been very optimistic and enthusiastic about the whole thing, giving me tremendous amount of hope (just so later on they could loose it themselves and blame me for it), others have been very pessimistic about it and ended up catching the virus from me. Crazy "doctors" i call them. I had been looking, endlessly, for that one &quo

For all those times..... This is for all those times you where with me, This is for all those times you guided me, This is for all those times you helped me figurer it out, This is for all those times you piked me up, This is for all those times you took pictures of me, This is for all those times you where right, This is for all those times you made me smile, This is for all those times you gave me shelter when I felt astray, This is for all those times you gave me strength when i was weary, This is for all those times you figured me out, This is for all those times you made feel pretty, This is for all those times you where the best example, This is for all those times you made me think, This is for all those times you knew the exact answer to my questions, This is for all those times you made me feel like the best, This is for all those times you carried me in your arms, This is for all those times you came to my mind, This is for all those times you

Para ti que siempre estas conmigo Creo en la justicia, Porque sin ella No existiría la esencia de los dioses. Creo en los dioses, Porque sin ellos, No existiría la esencia del amor. Creo en el amor, Porque sin el, No existiría la esencia de ti. Creo en ti, Porque sin ti, No existiría la esencia de mí.

I look into the complicity of my generation and find that as the era passes by we have become more possessive and more obsessed with owning and collecting certain things. We have become seduced by the idea of possession, as if that were the only thing that mattered now a day. We want to posses more money (in a way we collect it), we want to have more "experiences" not to say have more men and women and be graded by that (another item that adds up to our collection and they better by the looks and by what they have), we want to have more cars, fancier, mote expensive, a better brand; and all this becomes a cycle. When did we start measuring our lived by how much we have or what we can acquire? When did we forget about what is truly important to us? When did we stop paying attention to our families and friends, caring, truly caring about the person that we have by our side? When did we start taking love for granted and sacrificing it for the sake of more money? I real