Joy, Fear, Confidence, Anger, Sadness, Friendship, Disgust Calm, Surprise, Shame, Enmity, Anticipation, Compassion, Kindness, Envy, Emulation, Contempt, Gratitude, Admiration, Pride, Jealousy, Sympathy, Obfuscation, Irritation…
A few years ago, my calendar was filled with holidays and frequent birthday celebrations every month. But as my journey through this world moves forward, birthday celebrations have dwindled, and my calendar is increasingly filled with the anniversaries of loved ones’ passing. And although I set out to write about various topics, seventy percent of the emails I receive are written with Silent Tears.
Judas Iscariote fue su propio Acusador, Juez y Verdugo. Que no tubo compasión de si mismo al enfrentarse a los dictados de su propia conciencia. Probablemente se vio atormentado con terribles pensamientos de culpa y sentimientos de profundo dolor en el corazón. Y quizás por vergüenza no tuvo el valor de buscar a su Creador y Maestro para suplicar por su perdón y así obtener la sanación de su atormentada existencia. Entonces quizás se sintió solo, odiado por el mundo entero y sin encontrar consuelo o como calmar su sufrimiento emocional, tomo la decisión de ejecutar su propia condena al quitarse la vida CON SU PROPIA MANO.
Judas Iscariot was his own Accuser, Judge, and Executioner. He showed himself no mercy when confronted by the dictates of his own conscience. He was likely tormented by terrible thoughts of guilt and feelings of deep anguish in his heart. And perhaps, out of shame, he lacked the courage to seek out his Creator and Master to plead for forgiveness—and thus find healing for his tormented existence. Feeling utterly alone—hated, perhaps, by the entire world—and finding neither solace nor any way to quell his emotional suffering, he made the decision to carry out his own sentence by taking his own life WITH HIS OWN HAND.
Come to me as the tenderest thought—born of the purity of a sincere feeling—whenever you suffer in solitude.
El diccionario define “AMOR” como un sentimiento intenso propio de los seres humanos. Por medio del amor los seres humanos pueden sentir a través de impresiones o estímulos lo que otras personas sienten. Adquirir mayor sensibilidad al grado de presentir un hecho que pueda acontecer en la vida de otro ser humano. Desarrollar la percepción de apreciar a través de acción y efecto todo lo que les rodea.
Anoche soñé contigo y pude contemplar tu rostro. Mientras mi cuerpo se agitaba por la emoción de simplemente poder verte otra vez…
Tus ojos orientales me hablaban con la luz de su mirar y tu sonrisa conforto mi apesadumbrado corazón.
As a Hispanic, I follow the Latin belief that cats have seven lives. Although in other cultures it is suggested that cats have six or nine lives. This has triggered a series of mythical, malevolent, good or bad luck, and even reincarnation stories around the world throughout centuries of human existence. But according to science, the mysticism of a cat’s seven lives is explained by its surprising bodily agility, anatomical structure, and multiple survival skills that help it overcome dangerous situations.
Every dawn is a warm awakening, renewing my existence as I feel the softness of your fingers caressing my lips. Breathing in the gentleness of your breath that dispels my tiredness. At the same time, the loving gaze of your eyes revitalizes my entire body, because I feed on you to continue living… Continue reading “I FEED ON YOU…”
¿Alguna vez han experimentado la sensación de acostarse sobre el suelo húmedo después de un día lluvioso, o sobre la grama verde al anochecer en un día de primavera con el cielo despejado solo para contemplar el cielo cubierto de estrellas? En la actualidad las personas se maravillan de las creaciones sofisticadas con avances tecnológicos que alimentan nuestros sentidos con las palabras “PERFECCION” Y “BELLEZA”, creando frente a nuestros ojos la percepción de un mundo gobernado totalmente por la inteligencia humana.
Two months have passed since I shared my most recent publication. My computer, keyboard, and desktop are covered in dust. It seems incredible, but every time I touch the keyboard, the dust sticks to my fingers. Leaving traces semi-tarnished by the density of feelings dormant between memories and tears, which gently awaken from dreams almost forgotten in time.
EMOTIONS AND PAPER STRIPS 