PhOtO PrOmPtS

I choose this picture because it reminds me a lot of a landscape near tafi del valle , where my family likes to spend weekends when ever possible. I love this picture because I know that’s what my brother and my dad would like. WhAt im trying to say it’s that even tough I am not a super lover of the country side I have been a witness of the passion people like my brother and my dad fell when they are surrounded by mountains and nature. Its a passion for life, for health for freedom everyone of us should try to catch at some point of your lives.

04/10/07

Quotations for Inspiration

"It's ok. You don't need to care." Mason, age 5
When I read this it reminds of me a little bit. I don’t know why but it s that’s something I tell myself a lot usually when im in trouble or when something happens which affects more people. I tent to believe I can solve everyone’s problems and leave mines to the end. But believing im ok… don’t make the problems go way, it does just make me focus on something else.

"The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught." Rachel Field
I haven’t thought about it before, but it’s so true. You CAN BE SCARE of something you haven’t lived or suffered.
I'm five-feet-four, but I always feel six-foot-one, tall and strong." Yvette Mimieux.
iTs hard of me to fell that way now, but when I did I was the most amazing feeling on the hole world !When you walk down the street and you fell everyone is looking at you because you have that special glow …AND there’s nothing in this world that could stop you, there’s nothing in the world you could not do .EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW WHAT FELLS LIKE!!!

"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live." Mark Twain
Maybe i didn’t find the real meaning of this extract but it seems a bit pessimistic .I believe mark twain was somehow trying to tell illusions are your live but at the same time ,that’s what they are, only illusions.
I’m always imagining things I know are not going to be true; anyway I like them, because only for a moment the world is mine and im on top of it. Only a MOMENT no one can blame me for let me fly beyond reality and it seems to me mark twain didn’t want that to happened so... I dislike this fragment



"If you are doing your best, you will not have time to worry about failure." Robert Hillyer
Well, I still can’t make my mind up weather I like it or not. It depends on the moment of your lives we are going trough, but failure its always worrying because this days on crisis (at least in this country) success depends on more than giving our very best.


“Silence is where the victims dwell." Nelly SachsI don’t relieve silence is where victims dwell .EVEN tough I don’t fell like a victim, silence is no more than our conscious believe and its always with us. NOT ONLY WHERE we might fell alone

"Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines." Amy Tan I relieve this is the most funny quotation, but if you see it in deep you may realize that the only reason to feel your avoiding land mines it’s because you have something to hide or that embarrasses you. Its ok to have secrets but a mother could never look for the harm of his/her child

A SaFe pLaCe ...

A safe place

I took my time in order to chose what I really wanted to talk about .The idea of being on a safe place tormented me a little .There was no way that place could exist and so the idea of safeness or somewhere I could expose my deepest feelings , my foolish frightens or my oldest secrets. After a while a find it, it was me, my own mind .That was the place and it is only my decision to let others in, instead of kipping everything to my self, like if I were wonder woman, because am not( not even close).That’s why I choose this secret of mine to share with all you. I hope no one get scare of worry about it, because I m ok, it’s never coming again .So here the … story. I m kind of nervous of telling it publicly but I believe I not going to regret.
I must admit I did it. I stood in front of the toilet, I grab a toothbrush and I push it into my throat and saw it all come out. It tasted so acid and it hurt anyway I made it again. Of course I knew all the physical and physiological facts of bulimia and until that moment I have always thought of it as the dumbest thing to do but I had been called UGLY several times that day and by one of the persons I cared the most at that time. So I felt that way, I felt it on every single part of my body, and inevitably I HAD TO related to food. You’ll see I had always loved chocolate and my mother always told me I had to eat least because “I had to take care of my body” , but somehow I related what she said that to appearance not to health. So I had enough pressure to fell the way I was felling and to “explore” what I knew could only hurt me .That night, when I went to bed, thousands of things cross my mind and by the next morning I felt everything was ok and made like if nothing had happened. Eventually, some weeks later I told it to one of my friends and I thought I had put it behind of ever. I didn’t some months later I try it again and for some longer time .I knew was I was doing, but the felling of throwing everything away was... special. It hurts, it hurts a lot, and not just physically because every time I did it I know I was digging my own well. I put a stop to it, I m just to self demanding to let my self catalogue as some twisted-weak – none caring person to stay in that dark storm.
I know it’s over now, hopefully I found the right persons to talk with about it and let myself go on enjoying life the way it must be. That ghost its not coming again, I know it wont even dare to. BUT if he does, ill have the support of the most amazing persons of hearth, but I know it’s not.
So that’s my story , and this is the safe place I chose to share it , because , probably , I could not find more safeness anywhere but here , where I am loved and I love back .

Clair de Lune

here's the link to listen to it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bINSmhssRRs

I know that for this task I was asked to choose a song... But instead I prefer to choose my favorite melody. I have to admit I listen the full version just a moth ago but, since then there’s no second in my life in witch I m not listing to it in my mind and feeling it in every part of my nerves.
This melody is from a French composer, Claude Debussy, here these some information I got from wikipedia to share with you Clair de Lune illustrates Debussy's delicate compositional style. Because Debussy did not rely on key-based melody lines and accompanying harmony, his pieces are lush, impressionistic, and often suggest dreamlike qualities. The tranquil Clair de Lune evokes a peaceful, moonlight night. Achille-Claude Debussy (August 22, 1862 – March 25, 1918) was a French composer. Along with Maurice Ravel he is considered the most prominent figure working within the style commonly referred to as Impressionist music, though he himself intensely disliked the term when applied to his compositions. Debussy was not only among the most important of all French composers but also a central figure in all European music at the turn of the twentieth century. His music virtually defines the transition from late-Romantic music to twentieth century modernist music. In French literary circles, the style of this period was known as Symbolism, a movement that directly inspired Debussy both as a composer and as an active cultural participant.
Im not sure how to describe everything about this melody, the first time I listen to it, I seem more like a melody I would spect to listen at a romantic movie like Pride and Prejudice or Romeo and Juliet ( just to let you know both are my favorites classic novels) but then … when I was in the blue and just to weak to stand all the height of the world and my shoulders I listen to it again and I find a soft but deep suport , as if it was telling me “you’ll be fine , just .. go on” and as I close my eyes every problem sorrunding me desapear ( I mean , of course it ‘s not like they simple vanish !) But I fell so much better.
There’s something so magical about it , it’s like a life soundtrack , it goes up and down , faster , and suddenly slower … and sometimes it surprise you , and that fells so good. You may even fell a little bit spoilted by the melody (if you liked it of course) because you never get tired of it and everytime you can find something new that you haven’t really payed attention before because you were waiting for your favorite part.
But what I love the most about it id the way it makes my skin fell it ,bristling it
, like the most smooth caress from a mother or the sweetest kiss from a lover .
It has so much drama and at the same time so much peace... it has became in my cable to earth and at the same time it raises my up to the sky and make me wonder what it’s like out there and wish for more …

You could be happy

( LISTEN AT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzn8UjhxM-M )

You could be happy-Snow Patrol

You could be happy and i won't know

But you weren't happy the day i watched you go.

And all the things that i wish i had not said,

Are played in loops till it's madness in my head.

Is it too late to remind you how we were?

But not our last days of silent screaming blur.

Most of what i remember makes me sure

I should've stopped you from walking out the door.

You could be happy i hope you are

You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything i own, smells of you

and for the tiniest moment it's all not true.

Do the things that you always wanted to

Without me there to hold you back, don't think just do

More than anything i want to see you girl

Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

MY NAME … MORE THAN ME

R oses and butterflies
O pinons I don’t care much about (they hurt my feelings)
S omewhere I ‘m gonna find you, my love
A nd no more thorny roses will cover my heart
R oses and butterflies
I magine how our love could make us fly
O nly if I had you be my side.

wElL ... ITS THE first time i try making somethind like this .... so please be considered.
lots of love! rosarito

FUNERAL BLUES

Funeral Blues
Wystan Hugh Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,

Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,

I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

My reaction :

This is the most deeply poem I have ever read, the way it’s written let me felt every line and provoke a great emptiness in my heart. I’m so glad we could shear it at class.
I could understand how the author felt at the moment he wrote it and then I can only think of crying. This person he is talking about was not only the love of his life, it was his daily breath. And I know he would have done everything she could in order to save her… because he loved her more than his own life.
Now that she is gone everything is dead, there’s no more color in nature, no more brightness in the sun and that bring him down, but then he is surrounded by silence and darkness it’s only worst because he knows he is alone now and doesn’t know how to escape from this deep well .Each day it passes he seems to drawn a little more but … he doesn’t care anymore … he is already dead and alone.

I hope you feel it as much as i did . ill be waiting 4 your comments!!! rosarito

The other day, while i was walking , i felt it again.The air in my lungs left me empty... and after that i started to get dizzy, but all this was not physical. It happened to be that i remember this poem , and as i wrote before... it bristle my skin and gave me that sensacion of falling down so quicky and so unexpectedly that the happy moments the author had with his beloved woman were less than the blink of an eye.

I stoped and stare at a mirror and look at my myself for a while as i continue felling that luck of air in my body.Although i tried so hard to understand and convince myself i havent loose anyone in my life yet... i know i have lost the person i`ve loved the most without even really having it.And i am the only one to blame about that , because i tried to convence myself it was the best. And now im here , just like the author of the poem trying to find a direction to carry on without him/her, trying to let air into my lungs, to live , to feel the joy is life , but its harder that i had imagined...

MaKiNg iT WoRk

HELLO EVERYBODY! iM TRYING TO MAKING THIS WORK OUT SO PLEASE , DONT LAUGH AT It , Deal with it ! see ya . rosarito