Difficult women…

 

Are difficult women, those who have more love to give, but don’t give it to anyone.
Those who speak when they have something to say.
Those who have learned to protect themselves and protect.
Those who are no longer satisfied.

Are difficult women, those who know how to distinguish the smiles of the people, the good ones from those not.
Those that you study well, first to open up the heart.
Those who never get tired of looking for someone who’s worth it.
Those which are worth.

Are difficult women, those who know how to feel the pain of others.
Those with the soul close to the skin.
Those who see with a thousand eyes hidden.
Those who dream in color.

Are difficult women, who know how to recognize each other.
They are the ones who, when life has no taste, give flavor to life.

(Mara Bagatella)

Here the original text from Mara Bagatella:

Sono le donne difficili quelle che hanno più amore da dare, ma non lo danno a chiunque.
Quelle che parlano quando hanno qualcosa da dire.
Quelle che hanno imparato a proteggersi e a proteggere.
Quelle che non si accontentano più.
Sono le donne difficili, quelle che sanno distinguere i sorrisi della gente, quelli buoni da quelli no.
Quelle che ti studiano bene, prima di aprirti il cuore.
Quelle che non si stancano mai di cercare qualcuno che valga la pena.
Quelle che vale la pena.
Sono le donne difficili, quelle che sanno sentire il dolore degli altri.
Quelle con l’anima vicina alla pelle.
Quelle che vedono con mille occhi nascosti.
Quelle che sognano a colori.
Sono le donne difficili che sanno riconoscersi tra loro.
Sono quelle che, quando la vita non ha alcun sapore, danno sapore alla vita.

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Mi LuMaCa

Risk it’s like breath…

El Mirador del Sol

 

 

Nobody knows the meaning of risk

only when you find yourself in there, do you think…

…is the right way?

No one can answer if not you.

The choose is hard and important consequences arrived…

but the important thing is

that your dream doesn’t have an end date…

take a deep breath

…and try again!

Mi LuMaCa

 

Life…it’s a joke or it’s real…you decide

 

I have forgiven mistakes almost unforgivable.

I tried to replace irreplaceable people

And I forgot unforgettable people.

I acted on impulse, have been disappointed by people

I didn’t think I could do…but I have failed too.

I held someone in my arms to protect it.

I made friends for eternity.

I laughed when it wasn’t necessary.

I loved and I was loved in return…but I was also rejected.

I was loved and I could not reciprocate.

I screamed and jumped for many joys. Many.

I lived love and made promises of eternity,

But I burnt my heart so many times!

I cried listening to music or looking at the pictures.

I’m back in love with a smile.

I again thought of dying of nostalgia and…

I was afraid to losing someone very special

(I ended up losing) … but I survived…

And I’m still alive!

The life doesn’t tire me…

Is really nice fight with persuasion,

Embrace life and live with passion.

Lose with class and win daring.

Don’t be scared about life…

 

Mi LuMaCa

Pablo Neruda…I like you when you’re silent

A sweet, deep and enchanting poem dedicated to my husband…”Let me also speak to you with your silence…Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring. ”

 

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.

Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.

I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.

Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.

Pablo Neruda

Goodnight…”Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”

Goodnight, who dies slowly and those who have decided to live with emotions, love and knowledge.

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let’s try to avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Pablo Neruda