LOVE IS TO TAME AND TO BE TAMED

"It's lonely when you're among people, too." said the snake to the little prince. It might sound stupid or crazy, but maybe the little prince really exists, maybe for real, maybe only in some souls whose most of them belong to the ones of children and that probably becomes the reason why it's loney among people. There are some coffers of which a few wil never die down as the time goes by, things that exist in the eyes of a child. Sincerety, blamlessness, fairness, and the most of all, ability to love.

- Love is to tame and to be tamed- as the way of I take love. And as the fox cried to the little prince, it said "You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed". So how come people believe in the fact that crying when there are people around is something to be ashamed of? Are tears cursors of impurity? Is love something that makes us feel small? Why is everyone so far away from love when they think they are close to it? Why do they take love as an adventure of a few days? "Men have forgotten this truth" said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed." This fow makes me wonder how many of us fee responsible for who we love? Not all, anymore, takes forever as forever when they say -forever-.

And another question is: How come things are so -in appearance-? "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye" gave the fox a big secret to the little prince by advising this. Yet, people judge with appearance, they now judge with what the eyes see. None really relies on their heart to make the right judgement. Moreover, judging people is ike the most popular activity of all times, none judges themselves. None has ever said it'd be easy, it is the hardest thing that a person can get through. Yes, "That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judger yoursef than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yoursef, it's because you're truly a wiseman." For what we would be living, if it was that simple to do the right. For some maybe it has been easy to lose some of the values. But, isn't anyone aware of that the life they live without those values is faker than all?

Meanwhile, who said "le petit prince" is a story that children should read? How many men are responsible for their women? How many of the men mean forever when they whisper forever? How many men believe that their women are the peerless? The little prince did... Because...

....the little prince sees hundreds of roses which looks just like the rose he had on his planet. He was dissapointed for he had thought that his rose was the only one in the whole universe, for he had believed that she was unique. Yet, after a while, he understood that his dissapointment was for nothing at all, because his rose was still his rose, the only one, still matchless. Thereof, he turned to face those hundreds of roses, to tell them: "You're lovely, but you're empty", he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course an ordinary passenger woud think my rose looked just ike you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than you altogether, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed caterpillars. Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose"

THE EXISTANCE OF THE SUN

Deep inside, somewhere in the past... Inside the old boxes where the dark memoris are all put not to open them up again. Or right here, at the present. At the most dominant, the most breezy moment of your life. There is something, I know. Something gloomy. Like a very deep bruise. Yet, no, there is nothing like a scar. The bruise has gone so down that , in sight the skin is so soft, sleek and new. As if that bruise doesn't exist at all. However, within it gives pain with every blue song, every little memory of "before" and with every desparation of the life. It just doesn't take another bruise. It just doesn't let a stronger one in. Even at the happiest moments, it catches the eyes at where they gaze, shows its pain at a stroke. Hide the tears! for nobody to see.

Hold them to hide from yourself too! But what difference does it make? Don't the tears pour inside? Doesn't the chagrin of the past go down the heart, instead of the eyes? They do. I know.

But nobody, ask me nothing. Don't touch nor interrupt. They are sometimes tears of sanctity. Tears poured by being aware of the existance of the love that you will never find again. And... Don't they ever leave? Nobody but nobody can wipe them, the heart? Anyways, who wants them to leave? Let them stay to remind of that existance. Nobody, never wipe them away. Please. Don't erase whats makes me me , don't erase the one I love(d). You also may be leaving afterwards...

Let me stay as the way I am. Don't try to show me the light just because of I don't have the sun in my life. Already, I love life. Not because of I see the rainbow, but because of I had seen the sun.

BE DONE

It's a moment when you said "be done" to every memory, every heart, every soul, every tear. To everything. And to everybody. Patience is something that comes up like a sun. It helps. Indeed, it makes you see things colorful and it lets life seem happy, hopeful. It makes people seem glossy. It is like a miracle that you have been blessed to have, they say. Maybe it doesn't. Who knows... Have you ever thought how bad it can turn out to be. For, the coming rain right after the sun. In fact it can rain cats and dogs. So heavily, with the though flashes with noisy thunders. That's where the limit of patience is about to be exhausted. When you feel tired, sick and worried. When you start to ask yourself for why you have been trying so hard. When you begin to think to where all you have been doing is going to take you. When you question that if you are taking back for all the things you have been doing. Just like how the rain let you think. It always has this spleenful effect, doesn't it? Making you walk around with the sad, blue clouds in your head. Or with the blue, sadly angry tears on your head in the case of having the flashes and the thunders. It can be where you say "enough". To everything.... Unless there is no rainbow right after the rain. You get convinced that "all worths". Someone might make you get convinced. That speacial one. Either the memories convince you. Admittedly, they are much powerful than they seem. Or you. You sell yourself on. Provided that you are too connected to what makes you say "enough". Provided that you are too optimistic. Too optimistic that something can let you see the rainbow. And the rainbows are debonair! They are, indeed, unique. So gorgeous with their shape and for they are hued, of course. Well, that's when you get back to the beginning. Starting to see everything colorful, hopeful, serene. But, haven't you ever heard that rainbows show themselves not for long?For each human being in the life, there is a moment where you lose your shine and start to sleep with the rain drops. Rain drops, afterwards, might let you see the rainbow. But it all ends. None of us is that patient to bear something that kills our soul. It all comes to an end. For the beginnings with the ones who will hide the rain for us.

WHOSE ETERNITY SHE HAD BELIEVED IN

in the tale of a girl
and the butterfly of her
that she loved over
she heard love does end
and the butterfly goes hence

yet she believed not neither

clasped it so firm
whose eternity she believed in

They were pleased so precious
as the colors on its wings.
were naive as its beauty
and real as the fear of death
sincere as the lament for rest

hold she tight her butterfly
for it not to fly
hugged it to feel loved
whose eternity she believed in

one day it flied away
to a land
litte girl cant go away
to a land
where the cry is still
to a happiness
it cant desist

and the little girl fell
in a well
and then she did yell
in the lies,
in the hates,
in the walkouts

Yet she figured out
the one she loved wasnt the butterfly
and so on she came to know
the love of the butterfly was the butterfly
just like its life
short and false
besides with no returns

whose eternity she had believed in...

UNDERSTAND ME, BEFORE I TELL

the ones who can't succeed to explain are quite.
the ones who have given up on telling are quite.
the ones who have decided that they won't be understood are quite.
the dissapointed ones are quite.
the ones who are afraid of making mistakes are quite.
the ones who have fear of displaying themselves are quite.
the ones who are so weak not to realise they are not the one they think they are,
the ones who are so weak not to realise they don't live in the world in which they think they live are quite.
the ones who can't deal with the facts are quite.
the ones who think they have seen everthing and gone through any possibilities are quite.
the feebles who are deadly in need of seeming strong are quite.
Hush... Silence.
the ones who could talk forever are the ones who get quite before than anyone does.
then the women come next...
even they are counted in this cathegory.
then the poets...
the deaths get quite last.


and "Saying nothing... sometimes says the most." had once said Emily Dickionson. It doesn't have to sound logical. At least, mathematically. Yet, we all know, sometimes being quite is the best answer we can ever give. Indeed, it tells more than we think it does. Haven't you seen the long sentences, the prolonged words you have poured to someone actually has changed nothing. What have you got back apart from a huge "0"? Did they understand you? Even if they did, did you feel you were understood with the acts of those? Let me answer. No.
Like a quote; words, speeches... they sound great, but they don't add up to anything. All that matters is what they feel, what they want...
And yes, some of us choose to be quite due to getting tired, being dissapointed. But let me bring an optimistic vision for all. Would you feel that you were alive if you didn't get tired at all? Or would you really prefer to be the dissapointment instead of being dissapointed?
Well, some are quite because they can't explain, or they are ashamed, or they are desperate.
Yet, the ones who are quite because of they are dissapointed, because of they have seen that them talking changes nothing... this is a dangerous thing then. They are not the dissapointment, they are dissapointed. But yet the ones who got them to stop talking, they are the dissapointment, usually.

If only you really believe that you have tried enough to explain and saw nothing has changed for real...

You don't have to talk more
you don't have to make a sound,
if someone wants to understand you, then they will.
It's all about wanting.
If you get silence back to your silence,
then you know what it means,
you never have to try to make a sound again.
It's gone. You know?
It's all gone.
The dissapointment, either.

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MORE THAN A DREAM

YOU MAY NOT BE HER FIRST, HER LAST OR HER ONLY. SHE LOVED BEFORE, SHE MAY LOVE AGAIN. BUT IF SHE LOVES YOU NOW, WHAT ELSE MATTERS? SHE ISN'T PERFECT, YOU AREN'T EITHER AND THE TWO OF YOU MAY NEVER BE PERFECT TOGETHER BUT IF SHE CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH, CAUSE YOU TO THINK TWICE, AND ADMIT TO BEING HUMAN AND MAKING MISTAKES, HOLD ONTO HER AND GIVE HER THE MOST YOU CAN. SHE MAY NOT BE THINKING ABOUT YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY, BUT SHE WILL GIVE YOU A PART OF HER THAT SHE KNOWS YOU CAN BREAK-HER HEART. SO DON'T HURT HER, DON'T CHANGE HER, DON'T ANALYZE AND DON'T EXPECT MORE THAN SHE CAN GIVE. SMILE WHEN SHE MAKES YOU HAPPY, LET HER KNOW WHEN SHE MAKES YOU MAD AND MISS HER WHEN SHE ISN'T THERE.

BOB MARLEY.

*for the ones who believe in love again and again! (:

"someone out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll smile at you when you tell him, but he'll never laugh at your heart. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it. He'll call you to tell you goodnight before you get into bed or 'just because' he is thinking about you. He'll be bursting to talk to you each morning just to hear the sound of your voice. He'll look into your eyes and tell you that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and for the first time in your life you'll believe it! (;"

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..a heart that keeps beating, keeps hoping, keeps loving..

Rocks break, everything changes, even when you think you're sure, especially. You wanna know about me in 500 words? I get scared sometimes, I'm dissapointed, I have doubts and I love gettin' my way. I don't like change but I know it's good for me and inevitable, so I welcome it as best I can. If you want to judge me, measure me by the size of my hope. I don't know where I'll be a year from now. I want to be a million of things when I grow up. I want to leave my mark on the world. Everything changes, even when you think you're sure. Especially when you think you're sure. There is a poem by Yoham Framm that says it better than I will: "Defy the old dragon, defy the fear. The world may rage and quake, but I shall remain singing in perfect peace." Yeah things happen, things you don't expect, or want, or like. The world rages and you become someone you didn't know you'd ever be. And there you are, in your clothes, in your life. This is my future. This is me and I want things I never thought I would. A place to grow, meet new people, a place to surprise when life turns out to be nothing I imagined... and to be grateful for it. In perfect peace. There's power in change. With change comes lots of room to grow. The hardest part of moving forward is not looking back. I might be a little bit jaded, I'm a little damaged, like a vintage t-shirt you love because it tells a story. I complain a lot, but I remember everyday how much God had blessed me. I have a family I don't go a day without talking to. Old and new friends who make me smile. And a heart that keeps beating, keeps hoping, keeps loving.

Everwood