21 May 2011

On Love

“Love is when you are thinking … “how can I make you happy?” Attachment is when you are thinking … “why aren’t you making me happy?”      -by Dzogchen Ponlop

I realize that this is debatable specially if you are opposed to the philosophy of Buddhism, over acceptance and true lack of selfishness. However, at this moment this is the only thing that calms me down and helps me keep my sanity. I just realized that maybe my definition for philosophy of Buddhism is not that accurate.

18 May 2011

Au café du canal



Chez la jolie Rosette au café du canal
Sur le tronc du tilleul qui ombrageait le bal
On pouvait lire sous deux cœurs entrelacés
Ici on peut apporter ses baisers
Moi, mes baisers je les avais perdus
Et je croyais déjà avoir tout embrassé
Mais je ne savais pas que tu étais venue
Et que ta bouche neuve en était tapissée

La chance jusqu'ici ne m'avait pas souri
Sur mon berceau les fées se penchaient pas beaucoup
Et chaque fois que je tombais dans un carré d'orties
Y avait une guêpe qui me piquait dans le cou
Pourtant ma chance aujourd'hui elle est là
Sous la tonnelle verte de tes cils courbés
Quand tu m'as regardé pour la première fois
Ma vieille liberté s'est mise à tituber

On était seul au monde dans ce bal populeux
Et dans une seule main j'emprisonnais ta taille
Tes seins poussaient les plis de ton corsage bleu
Ils ont bien failli gagner le bataille
J'aime le ciel parce qu'il est dans tes yeux
J'aime l'oiseau parce qu'il sait ton nom
J'aime ton rire et tous ces mots curieux
Que tu viens murmurer au col de mon veston

Et je revois tes mains croisées sur ta poitrine
Tes habits jetés sur une chaise au pied du lit
Ton petit cœur faisait des petits bonds de sardine
Quand j'ai posé ma tête contre lui

Dieu, tu remercies Dieu ça c'est de toi
Mais mon amour pour toi est autrement plus fort
Est-ce que Dieu aurait pu dormir auprès de toi
Pendant toute une nuit sans toucher à ton corps

Chez la jolie Rosette au café du canal
Sur le tronc du tilleul qui ombrageait le bal
On pouvait lire sous deux cœurs entrelacés
Ici on peut apporter ses baisers

13 May 2011

life lessens by Maya Angelou

"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things:
  • a rainy day, 
  • lost luggage, and 
  • tangled Christmas tree lights. 

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

— Maya Angelou

Bad blogger

Whoop, whoop, whoop ... over those posts that I published here and blogger destroyed them...

12 May 2011

I have strated another of my so called D-tox diet. It is day 4 and I have 8 more days to go but I am already fed up. This never happened before. I always liked this diet.  Besides my gum hurts and the earliest I can see a dentist will be next Wed. So even if I could eat whatever, I couldn't eat them.

Up On The Roof



When this old world starts a getting me down,
and people are just too much for me to face.
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs 
and all my cares just drift right into space.

On the roof, it's peaceful as can be 
and there the world below don't bother me, no, no.

So when I come home feeling tired and beat, 
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet.
I'll get far away from the hustling crowd 
and all the rat-race noise down in the street.
On the roof, that's the only place I know,
Where you just have to wish to make it so, 
let's go up on the roof.

And at night the stars, they put on a show for free.
And, darling, you can share it all with me, 
keep on telling you.
That right smack dab in the middle of town , 
I found a paradise that's trouble-proof.
And if this old world starts a getting you down,  
there's room enough for two
up on the roof, up on the roof, up on the roof.

8 May 2011

Last night, surrounded by some friends, enjoying the sweet taste of proudness, I celebrated in silence without anyone knowing what was going on in that mind of mine. I just listened to what others had to say about him. He has changed for better and all is because of me. Only if he knew how good I was for him since I am not going to try convincing him of this fact.

7 May 2011

Hello my blog



I have been totally ignoring you. I miss you and I miss writing on you. I am back to write again.

4 May 2011

"Tomorrow is Another Day."