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La forma que tu me haces sentir, 
es indescriptible, pero igual voy a intentar hacerlo.
El cosquilleo que comienza en mis pelos, 
es como la brisa que pasa al atardecer en la marea, 
te captura cada pelo y bello de tus brazos, piernas y espalda. 
Me despiertas al escuchar que tu estas ahí. 
Cuando hablas, es como el pedal de un tambor, 
brusco, duro, constante pero perfectamente en ritmo. 
Mantienes todo bajo tu control. 
Cuando tu estas, 
todo resuena a la perfección tuya. 
Mis imperfecciones, se convierten en algo increíble, 
nunca me haces sentir menos de. 
Me agarras la mejilla, y me la levantas a verte ojo a ojo, 
y me susurras, 
"Eres bella. Así exactamente como estas, eres bella."
Me haces sentir que soy una reina, 
aunque no me merezca tu amor,
tu me lo das gratuito. 
No hay nada ni nadie mas perfecto que tu. 
Te siento en toda profundidad,
me sumerges en tu dulzura. 
No hay nada mas bello que tu aroma, 
el saber que tu siempre estas ahí. 

Gustavo Cerati- Crimen

LIfe equals Learning and Learning equals Life

Life a continuous cycle of learning
yet never really graduating fully. 
You may reach new levels, 
but the levels never stop. 
It doesn't matter your age, 
if you have a willing mind, 
you will continuously keep learning, 
and learning is a beautiful thing, 
it keeps you humble. 
I've come to understand more profoundly
what it means to be humble. 
It's not to be weak, or to let others ride you over.
Instead, you think of others before you, 
and that's not being weak, far from it. 
You need strength and discernment to be humble. 
Being humble is an honor. 
Serving others it's a privilege. 
Serving others it's liberating, not dead weight. 
Let's do something today,
how about we give someone something,
could be a smile, a hug, a caring word, 
maybe something material, a note, anything that shows love unto another. 
Promise you, you won't regret it.  

Abrenos los cielos - Christine D'Clario

I apologize

And once again, God has humbled me to the core
It's one of those moments when you are reflecting life,
maybe it's the holidays, maybe it's the end of the year.
I like to believe that I try to better myself daily, 
I am far from perfect, 
Oh lord, everyone that meets me knows that. 
I thought I was humble, 
I mean I've been working on that for years now, 
and I thought I was doing incredible, until...
I met someone recently,
whom I did not remember. 
Had no recollection of meeting this person, 
yet I had, 
and they remembered me. 
I realized tonight while talking with mom, 
that this person had been presented/introduced to me,
to the result of becoming friends with them. 
I was around nineteen years old, 
and I was stupid, very stupid. 
Yet, not throwing the age out there for an excuse, there is none.
I remembered looking at this person with disgust, 
like "ew, you're below me, bye" 
Now, I see I made a big mistake. 
I didn't see it then because once again, I was stupid. 
But now I've met the person again and I feel terrible. 
I remember her childish face, and her sister as well, 
I am starting to remember times when I've been an asshole, 
and it's hitting me to the core. 
I realized that as many times that I've been hurt, 
I've hurt others too. 
The thought of me causing harm to another, 
is heart breaking, my heart really breaks. 
I don't ever want to cause any sort of pain unto another. 
It broke me tonight. 
I was not expecting this at all, it took me by surprise. 
I feel shattered into pieces, 
all I want to do is love, and love and love. 
I have a second chance though, 
I've met this person again. 
They may remember the asshole I was to them or may not,
in the end, I do remember. 
I will apologize, and make amends. 
I've been humbled, and I'll probably be humbled once again in the future. 
But let me tell you, even though it feels like a blow to the stomach, 
or perhaps for example; playing soccer, 
and having someone kick you on your legs and 
landing on your back taking all the breath from you.
Being humbled is the best thing that could happen to anyone. 
It teaches you so much, 
makes you learn a lesson quick,
and God knows how I learn...
the hard way. 

Christine D'Clario - Abrenos los cielos (en vivo)

Arbol, cual es el tuyo?

Trees. 

Leafless trees is all I see.

There are some with a few, others with none. 

I imagine, we are leaves. 

We hold unto something so tight, 

even strong winds and showers couldn’t separate us from our tree. 

We dangle and whimper in the coldness outside,

hoping that one day we will show strength and vigor once again, 

and glow with the summer sun. 

We may be surrounded by other leaves, 

but we are alone in this jungle of colors. 

As the winds of life get stronger, 

we notice how our “friends” start disappearing, 

and they fly off the tree. 

Only the strongest survive. 

Only the ones that hold on for dear life stay attached to the tree. 

Others fall to the ground and are spat at and stepped at daily, 

until there’s no longer any shape to who they were, 

but are now turned into ashes in our hands. 

Being strong and holding on is not everything, 

it’s making sure we are attached to the right tree. 

Which one is your tree? 

What are You holding on to and not letting go? 

Let me just say, make sure it’s worth it. 

(no music this time, just the silence that comes from looking out a window)