FEATURED: Vida

El tiempo no es oro, el oro no vale nada. El tiempo es vida.

J. L. Sampedro.

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Formo un marco con mis manos donde trato de encerrar este momento, y entre mis dedos veo asomar esa tímida sonrisa que hace que tus rasgados ojos color caoba casi se cierren por completo al hacerlo. Por un segundo el estrecho vano que hay entre mis manos parece distorsionar el tiempo, mostrándome un carrusel de recuerdos que pasan velozmente frente a mis ojos, donde te veo todavía con aquel rostro de niña, como aquel primer día en el que nos conocimos, y contengo la respiración para ver si con ello también consigo retener en mi memoria algo de esa secuencia de irrepetibles imágenes que cambian continuamente entre pulgares e índices. Rápido me doy cuenta de que tanto esfuerzo será siempre en vano, ya que con cada nuevo haz de luz que estalla en tu mirada, todos esos recuerdos terminan por diluirse como la acuarela en suaves ondas de colores sobre mi memoria.

Ceso por un instante, y mientras este universo inundado de fotones sigue cambiando ante mis ojos, viene a mi recuerdo una determinada melodía que murmuro muy suave entre mis labios, y enarcando las cejas ante la melancolía, comprendo que nunca será suficientemente cerca mientras esté contigo. Que los centímetros, metros u océanos que algún día nos separaron, no fueron otra cosa que las rocambolescas cabriolas de un destino caprichoso y cruel, que un día, cansado de sus travesuras, decidió que por fin los dos compartiéramos aquel reducido espacio mientras esperábamos el autobús, y que sin saberlo ni pretenderlo, aquellos alocados electrones que conformaban nuestros labios, decidieron lanzarse al vacío para conectarnos con un simple chispazo. Nunca sabremos si fueron segundos, minutos o años los que pasamos prendidos a aquel beso, o si se partió el eje de la tierra como un fino cristal para luego volver a recomponerse como si nada hubiera pasado. Solo sé, que con aquel simple beso, pudiste saber todo lo que hasta aquel momento había callado.

Ahora que te miro sonreír entiendo que los problemas nunca fueron más importantes que lo que hemos ido dejando atrás. Y que mientras esta suave brisa que recién acaba de acariciar los pastos termine por desordenar tu pelo, y mientras el suave remolino que todavía ulula tras de ti siga deshaciéndose en el vacío, entenderás que jamás hubo otro principio que el de ahora, ni más juventud o vejez que las de ahora, y nunca habrá otro tiempo ni momento mejor que el de ahora, y que cada instante, no será otra cosa que nuestra última oportunidad para empezar de nuevo. Y que por eso, con tu permiso o incluso sin él, estoy dispuesto a hacerte feliz.

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FEATURED: If I am quiet by House of Heart ❤️

In honor of Earth Day 🌎

House of Heart

I can watch butterflies

float silently over gardens.

Conspicuous stained glass

of red, orange, and blue

set in facets of

ivory and sable veins.

They hover among the flowers,

compound eyes and fluttery feelers,

their faces smeared flaxen

too fine for the eye to see.

Fear nor death is a concept on

their mystical journey through

an enchanted world.

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FEATURED: Monday night by YesNoButWhy

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Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

You think your world just ended last night because, your heart broke. Well, you can’t really pin point and tell the exact moment, date and freaking time when it happened, but let’s just say you realised the full force of it last night. And so it will be that your heart broke on Monday, in the dead of an otherwise hot summer night. The fan running in full speed but you’re sweating, and inside your heart there’s a storm that could tear down everything.

Sometimes life can seem heavy and at the risk of sounding melodramatic, very dark and unbearable. But, one has to do what one can and move on, don’t they? I know you’ve tried and you really haven’t met with success, but perhaps you should just stop trying. Just like you didn’t go…

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FEATURED: WHEN YOUR DREAMING – #HOCUSPOCUS13

DreamcatcherIn the early morning of the dawn of a new day go outside to find some natural objects that represent your dreams you intend to turn into your own personal power

Begin your Circle of Life…💛

Your Dream Catcher

Start with making a hoop out of a flexible tree branch or a thick vine

Weave string or leather strips into a web within the hoop just as a Spider builds a new web at dawn to catch the dew that catches the early morning sunlight

Finding natural objects outside look for feathers ~ arrow heads ~ crystals ~ stones ~ beads just pieces of your everyday life items your attracted to ~ interested in ~ items that catch your eye

Then weave and spin those symbols into your Dream Catcher web with love intention and appreciation

Weave a web that brings all your hearts desire to you catch within it your life’s true purpose and passion
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Prosperity
Creativity
Compassion
Health
Peace
Love
Joy
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Weave into your web the vibrations of what’s hidden about you from sight

Generate that power from deep inside yourself

Then enters into the web is your spiritual truth

Once your Dream Catcher is finished hang it by your bed as the good dreams will be captured in the web sliding down the feathers into your awakening life while nightmares pass through the web and travel on far awaySleep AngelWhen you sleep tonight you will journey your life through your dreams…catch them

The results are that your heavenly dreams will begin to show up in your life on earth

Using a Dream Catcher as a tool can bring to you a new awareness of your spirit
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ONLY AN OPEN HEART…💛…WILL CATCH A DREAM

~ AMERICAN INDIAN PROVERB ~

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FEATURED: Storia illustrata by Doru

Original Article: https://atdoru.wordpress.com/2016/04/25/storia-illustrata-1012/

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FEATURED: Pantofii albaştri ai timpului by Rosedeny

Pantofii albaştri ai timpului

Mă simt înecată în trecut.
Chipurile fade stau ascunse după colţul casei
Şi îmi pândesc copilăria.
Poartă haine de culoarea greşelilor,
Descusute şi cu tivul gata să desprindă lacrimi.
Sunt şi eu acolo, îmbrăcată într-un sarafan negru al regretelor,
Strâns în talie de remuşcări imprimate în panglici lungi.
Îmi ating genunchii loviţi de cuvinte
Şi şterg sângele închegat din apusul verii.
Mă văd, dar nu mă recunosc,
Cu o foarfecă de oţel pătrund în firul răsucit al anilor trecuți,
Calc desculţă pe marginile pietrelor de opal,
Iar pe vârfuri traversez norii rămaşi pe pământ…
Cu fiecare pas, timpul absoarbe jocul copilului uitat în mine.
În stomac simt cum mă loveşte timiditatea,
Stropindu-mi glasul cu răgușeala unei pisici care obosește să alerge fluturi.
Mai am puţină încredere în buzunar,
E pentru toată viaţa…
Mi-ajung emoţiile rătăcite prin păr,
Le scutur din când în când în anotimpuri.
Mă dor mâinile încercând să ating timpul pierdut,
Mă dor tălpile încercând să sar peste cuvinte.
Chipurile fade apar ca nişte fantome,
Îmi înceţoşează lumea risipită în oraşe,
Mă despart de cutremurul resimţit în priviri..
Retina cerului e vulcanul nestins din mine,
Din mine, din tine, din destin.
Nu încetez să caut rugăciunile,
Parcă cineva le risipeşte cu mâna stângă
Peste câmpiile cu flori,
Iar vântul le cuprinde şi le presară peste privighetori.
Din glasul meu, încerc să desprind câteva note
Nu prea multe, de teamă că s-ar întrista pianul lui Chopin…
Noaptea vine peste mine,
Şi-mi trezeşte amintirile din mătase…
Astăzi mi-a adus în dar gândul speranţei
Pe care o voi purta în participiul mulțumirii.

Nu am ştiut că poţi traversa Vulcanul Noroios al amintirilor,
În pantofii albaştri ai timpului.

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Te întâmpin, zâmbind, îți ascunzi chipul după flori și aștepți să-ți deschid.

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S-au prins în horă florile iertării, sărbătoresc sinceritatea-n felinar.

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Mi te am. Mi te iubesc.

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E timpul să plecăm, mă găsești printre raftul cu cărți. Roșesc, m-aștepți.

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FEATURED: Her Name Was Laboni

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Documentary photographer Claudio Montesano Casillas tells the story of Laboni, a Bangladeshi woman who died in the garment factory collapse at Rana Plaza in Dhaka, Bangladesh, in 2013.


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