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My Father

Today Tuesday 22 February, the man who gave me life 80 years old, has been my mentor, my example, my refuge, my everything, is 50% what I am, the other 50% is my mother. .. Ernesto Villanueva Torres, here is this gift:


MY FATHER (Juan de Dios Peza)



home I have in a sovereign
only one who worships my soul;
is her crown of white hair,
honor is the law and under his guidance.

In slow hours of misery and grief filled
strong and manly constancy,
keep the faith with which I spoke of heaven
in the first few hours of my childhood.

Prohibition's bitter and sadness in his soul opened
incurable wound
is old and carries in his head
the dusty road of life. Go

fierce storms of the world, the fate
miserable hours,
and passes, as Christ the Tiberias
standing on the hours curled.

Dry your tears, your pain is silent,
and only his eyes fixed duty,
picks thorns and flowers spilled
on the path laid out for their children.

She said: "Whoever is good, bitterness ever
her cheeks wet with tears:
in the world the chance
flower at the slightest blow leaves are removed.

Do good without fear of sacrifice,
man has to fight calm and strong, and is
who hates evil and vice
a bed of roses in death.

If you are poor, be content and be good;
if you're rich, it protects the poor, and
the same in your home than in the outside
save your honor to live honest.

loves freedom, freedom is the man
and most severe judge the conscience as much as you honor
save your name,
for my name and my honor to be your inheritance. "
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This code, in my soul could, since I heard it
be recorded;
in all storms was my shield,
of all storms has saved me.

My father is in his serene look
true reflection of his honest conscience;
much loving and good advice
surprised in the glare of his eyes !

The nobility of the soul is the nobility, the glory of duty
is his glory;
is poor but their poverty
holds the largest page in its history.

As the worship of my soul your love,
as luck would have to honor his name,
out love child who inspired me the most sacred
inspiration of man. I

heaven singing
always inspires me with love eyes to see,
and all the verses of my lyre
these are worthy of its name.



Juan de Dios Peza



Congratulations Dad, I love you!

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Lovers ... Jaime Sabines

The lovers say nothing.
Love is the finest silent, the more shaky
, the more unbearable.
The lovers are looking
The lovers are those who leave,
ones who change, who forget.

Their hearts tell them that they will never find
not find, seek.
Lovers
wander around like crazy because they are lonely, lonely, lonely,
surrendering, giving themselves all the time,
crying because they do not save love.

They worry about love.
The lovers live for the day, they can not do more, do not know. They're going
,
always somewhere.
hope,
expect nothing but hope.

know that they will never find.
Love is the perpetual deferment, always the next step
, the other the other.
The lovers are the insatiable,
who always - that good! - Have to be alone.
The lovers are the serpent in the story.

have snakes instead of arms.
veins
necks swell like snakes too suffocating.
The lovers can not sleep because if you sleep
be eaten by worms.
In
dark eyes open and falls into them with terror.
find scorpions under the sheet
and their bed floats as though on a lake.

The lovers are crazy, just crazy,
no God and no devil.
Lovers
out of their caves trembling, starving,
chasing phantoms.
They laugh at people who know everything,
of which love forever, truly,
those who believe in love
as inexhaustible lamp.

The lovers play at picking up water,
tattooing smoke, at staying.
play the long sad game of love.
No one has resigned.
say that nobody has to resign.
The lovers are ashamed to reach any agreement.
Empty, but empty from one rib to another,
death ferments them behind the eyes,
and they go, they weep toward morning
in the trains and roosters wake into sorrow.

sometimes I get a scent of newborn earth,
women who sleep with their hand on their sex,
pleased,
to gentle streams, and kitchens.
The lovers start singing a song from lips
not learned
and go crying,
beautiful life.

Jaime Sabines (Tuxtla Gutierrez, Chiapas, March 25, 1926 - Mexico City, March 19, 1999) Let

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means I love you forever live and forgive

thoughts delivered by Rocío Brauer in Stereo Joya 93.7 program "Scent of a Woman" which can also be heard in Cuernavaca in the 96.5 FM "Stereo World" ... identify a lot with me tonight, and so now I share with you, I found it here


means I love you forever I love you

means that you accept as you are,
and I do not want to become anybody else.
means I do not expect perfection in you,
just like you do not expect me.

"I love you" means that
love you and be by your side even in the worst moments.
means love when you're in a bad mood or tired

prevents you from doing what I want to do.
means love in times of discouragement,
not only in happy moments.

"I love you"
means you know your most intimate secrets
and not judge you for them, asking in return only
do not judge me by my family.

mean that I have love
enough to fight for what we
and not let go.
means thinking of you, dream of you, wish you and need you
constantly
and hope that you feel the same about me.

"I love you" means forever

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Continuing with the thoughts delivered by Rocío Brauer 93.7 program in "Scent of a Woman", which remind Cuernavaca can be heard on 96.5 FM Stereo world ... " I really enjoyed tonight, we now share with you, I found it here

Living and Forgiving



One morning a young man received a call from his ex-girlfriend, in which he said: I too felt the same as you felt last night, I wait in an hour in the park next to the small pier at the lake. He put the phone in place and his impression was a little scary, since a day before he had dreamed of his former girlfriend, with whom he had been on bad terms and bitterness and pride both lost family communication and friendship. I take a shower, fix and thought to tell her friends that she had called, but chose to leave it in privacy. Overall, it was time to return to cross both words, and that pride should not be eternal, much less a punishment trial.

The young man went to the park, approached the small dock and sat, watching and thinking I was going to happen, what would you say your ex girlfriend? What was it about? He watched people go by and between the people saw it, his former girlfriend approached the mysterious way, he saw strange, dressed completely different. He did not wear their clothes frequently, now wore a white dress to see her face a strange pallor, his eyes reflected an overwhelming peace, looked so beautiful. It was as if lightning flash of light, dressed impeccably clean shoes the color of the dress.

The attempt to say hello, but she said Walk.

She started the conversation, I learned that 've been sad and you've had many problems. I've dreamed you cry, I've heard screaming outside my house and I approached you, because of circumstances because of foolish pride, I know you did not want to know anything about me, and do not blame you both get hurt too We did a lot of damage and got away. Not here to argue. I do not come to apologize. I just came to tell you that although things were not fixed in due course. I think it's never too late.

you know? Wait until you call me, talk to, but your call never came. The wait, the thought of you erase my appetite, stole my sunshine and I was beating slowly. However

store faith, and said "the call" ... most never did.

do not blame you but if you understand. Is what you felt last night, what happened to you, I also felt at the time, but with much more pain, scream your name a thousand times and cry a thousand times sorry, what a shame that I've heard, it hurts me not you called.

But you know love? I think it's never too late to forgive and if I asked you to come to the park was to deliver this ...

She handed in his hands a cross, which was a symbol of love of the two, this cross is my body, this cross is who I am, I love you and want you to keep you for the rest of your life ...

He ran out of words as thick tears rolling down her cheeks, people looked at him and pointed him out. Someone asked: Are you alright girl? and said, yes, why? I see him walking and I mourn, did something happen? ... no thanks, I'm just talking to her ...

ask the person who missed the place he retired.

escort to his house to his ex-girlfriend, she asked him to please wait outside and the agreed, she never made him wait in the courtyard. He stayed 10 minutes waiting and did not return

Suddenly I hear voices and was out of the house to her friends, all with sad face and watery eyes. We hugged and said we were, we went.

A strange feeling ran through his body and ran into the house, the bedroom of his former girlfriend.

It was her breast, embracing the lifeless body of the girl, which reflected on his face a deep sadness.

young man with tears and a lump in my throat, I asked Mrs: What happened?

Tell me what happened?

The doctor says he died of sadness. She stopped eating, stopped laughing. We do not know if the indifference of away from everything. Do not know if guilt made unhappy, you have left this letter, he said.

He began to read.

Do you know love? I also felt the same as you. The air begins to fail, try to scream but I can not white lights illuminate my bedroom ... I will forever love, thanks for coming to the lake, thanks for being here. Although life could you not forgive me, I know now you will face me.

The only look at the corpse and said: forgive you me ...


... In love, friendship, family, let's not get petty feelings in our hearts, such as bitterness, hatred, pride, anger, etc. learn to forgive and ask forgiveness. Do not let tomorrow be too late. Look into each other eyes and feel how beautiful it is "live and forgive" Sounds

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The heart is the muscle that I like ...

very unromantic and maybe it is ...

But increasingly I am convinced that the heart is a muscle beautiful, perhaps the best, because it can regenerate itself and primarily because despite the pain it has inflicted in the past, can return to work and act to commitment to a new height ...

say that I would like biceps or triceps, do not you think?

Even better is the heart that knows no reasons, no known trauma or fears, hopes, throws, is delivered and does not hesitate ... who hesitates is one, but because sometimes sends first consciousness and mind, if we trusted each time this noble muscle, perhaps another day would dawn.

Play more heart and less with the reason may be the moral of tonight ... and it seems great ...

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The train of life

I continue with the thoughts on the thoughts delivered by Rocío Brauer and its program of 93.7 "Scent of a Woman", which remind Cuernavaca can be heard on 96.5 FM "Stereo World" ... I liked this one, which I now share with you what I found here


The train of life

life resembles a train journey. With their stations and track changes, some accidents, sometimes pleasant surprises, and deep sadness in others ...
Al
birth, we boarded the train and we met with our parents, we always travel with us ... But some will fall season leaving them to continue their journey, we soon find ourselves without his company and his love irreplaceable ...

However, many others will be very special and meaningful, they will be boarding a train in our lives ... Our brothers, friends and at some point, the love of your life ...

Some take the train for a joy ride ... Other during his trip will go through times of darkness and sorrow ... And I always find those willing to help the needy ...

Many to lose, they leave a permanent vacuum ... others go unnoticed so we do not even realize they vacated their seats ...

Funny how some people, even loved ones, are accommodated in separate cars to our ... All the way are separated, without there being any communication ...

But in reality, nothing prevents us to come to them if there is goodwill on our part ... Otherwise, it may be too late and find someone else instead ...

The journey continues, full of challenges, dreams, fantasies, joys, sadness, hope and farewell ...

Try to have a good relationship with all the passengers, looking at each one, the best we have to offer. Somewhere along the line, they will hesitate and probably we need to understand ... but remember that we too, often hesitate and need someone who understands them.

The great mystery to all, you do not know what season we never touches down. Nor will fall where our fellow travelers, even the one sitting next to us.

Sometimes I think about the time when I touch off the train. Will I feel nostalgia, fear, joy, anxiety ...? Part with the friends I made on the trip, will be painful and let my children continue alone, will be very sad. But I cling to the hope that at some point, I will be thrilled to see them reach the main station with a suitcase that they had when they began their journey.

What will make me happy, will think that I worked for them to grow and stay on this train to end ...

Let our journey on this train to be meaningful, it has been worthwhile.

"Live so that when it comes time to land, our fond memories leave an empty seat to continue riding the Train of Life"

Happy Travels!