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Not mine, but sometimes lyrics says exactly what you have inside.

"You have stolen my heart"

I don't know if you know 

But I feel you in me

Inside of my years
Inside of my bones

I remember the colors
In your mysterious eyes
Part of me stays
In the room where we met

And everything slows with my breath
As I watch you float cross the floor
And the night came as it went
I could swear that I knew you before
And maybe on another night, we were lovers in another life
Or maybe we were only strangers on mystery trains
And you were only a ghost that has stolen my heart away

I always wondered, if I knew you before
I feel like I had enough time on my hands

I know that you're with me still, I have this fear
One day I'll wake up and you'll be a dream

'Cause everything slows with my breath
And I watch you float cross the floor
And the night came as it went
I could swear that I knew you before
And maybe on another night, we were lovers in the moonlight
Or maybe we were only strangers on mystery trains
And you were only a ghost who has stolen my heart away

And now if you need me, you know where to find me
I'll be always falling under your spell

And everything slows with my breath
As I watch you float cross the floor
And the night came as it went
I could swear that I knew you before
Like maybe on another night, we were lovers in another life
Or maybe we were always strangers on mystery trains
And you were only a ghost that has stolen my heart away

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Brian Fallon

Charcoal

What is left behind once the flames of a sudden love dies down? 

Will all the exchanged smiles, laughter and sighs fly away to find another unsuspected host?

or will they be petrified into bricks of coal, 

keeping the visual remembrance of what one day lit the skies?

Will the charcoal turn into pencils giving wings to another artist demonstrating his own agony,

Staining his fingers, bruising the canvas, making love anew?

What will be left of us?

Helpless

I can't get enough of you. 

I want to immerse my entire day in the bare thought of you.

Helplessly learn all your traits, fell the electricity swimming thru your skin,

I want to know what kind of ribbons you tie to a tree,  

What tapestries enveloped your infant body?,

What colors fly your flag?, 

What notes move your body in unison?, 

Which god bend your knees?

What brings out your tears?

What takes your breath away?

Helplessly become part of you, since you are already most of me.

Inside

I see you on the person sitting by the window in a coffee shop, contemplatively eating his breakfast, 

I see you on a new friend as we get to know each other, 

I see you on a stranger standing in line across the busy market,

I see you passing by, looking behind,

I see you in a mirror when I gaze at myself,

I see you everywhere because in reality you are inside of me. 

Platonico

Oh Plato, what a cruel curse you've placed upon us.

You bring me the idyllic love

And take away the interest of my affection.

All unloved love remains perfect

Suspended in glory and agony

It never has the chance to be tainted with reality.

Forever ocuppies a pedestal in my soul. 

Unloved love remains perfect

Salt of my soul

Preserved, yet dry.

Forever, unfulfilled.

Generations to come

Will studied it's carcass

And theorize what loving you

Could have been.

Just the same.

I found you again. 

Funny thing is that now you wear a different mask, 

Glide on different toys. 

On Babel's tower we are practically on the same floor.

Where once we embraced in a bathtub, 

now we have sunsets and rainstorms. 

Dont lay down with wet clothes on,

Hold that kiss, 

oh...my dreams...sem dormir

And at the end of the day,

There you are, 

Just the same. 

K-pax

Where it lays the reality of you?

Is it here, is it back there or even back when?

You float between my awareness and delirium, 

Bring truths that only existed within my soul. 

You drag the agony of the clocks

thru a field of shadows.

The softer you speak, the deeper you reach. 

Galaxies apart, still

close enough to feel your warmth, 

Our worlds collide. 

Will you ever know?

Will you ever know the songs I want to listen laying on your shoulders?

Will you ever know the poems I wrote you in the darkest of the night?

Will you ever know the funnies I wanted to share with you? 

Will you ever know the flavors I want to entice for your palate?

Will you ever know the laughs I imagined on your lips?

Will you ever know that ... I always knew it?

Flow

There is a very narrow river that divides the land of "shoulds" and the land of "wants", where it flows the waters of what it could have been.
On the right side I lay, scorched by the warmth of daily waitings.
On the wrong side you gaze,
splendid by the coolness of possibilities that will never have the chance to prove itself more than a dream.
And the waters of what it could have been flows.
To reach the other side seems just a matter of stretching your hands.
To reach you seems to be a matter of stretching back in time.
So close, yet so unreachable.
And the waters of what it could have been flows.

Love : The other Amino-Acid

As humans, we are so incredibly fragile. We literally depend on love.
Any human being deprived of love, even if only in an infinitesimal amount, can't function or lead any kind of fulfilling life.
We are instinctively prone to search for love. Any kind of love will do, no matter where it is coming from, or even if it is not from another human being.
We have the ability to understand love even if is not directed as such. We read love on attention, on abuse, on dependency, or any form that may quench our need for love.
It is considered a mental disorder if you don't have the ability to receive or to perceive love.
It is as essential as air and water.
Self-love is also a type of love necessary for our well-being. From that, we can "metabolize" much of the love we need.
But don't forget that we also need "Essential Love". Just like we need to consume some forms of amino-acids because our body can not derive it from other amino-acids, some Love must come from an outer source. It is ESSENTIAL to life.
The happy twist of faith is that we can receive this "essential" love by giving it away. By being a source of Essential love to others, it reverberates right back at you.
Love: give it freely. Your life depends on it.

We are the world

Just step outside, look at the sky, the trees, take a deep breath.
Where is our thirst for knowledge? If you have an ounce of appreciation for the humanity as a whole, you must appreciate all the nuances from which it comes. We are the world. we are one. Why can't we be friends?

Come closer

If you can handle:
Dark humor
Off topic comments
Staring at animals 
Noticing bugs along the way
Getting wet from the rain
Listening to crazy family tales
Appreciate pebbles as much as diamonds
Coloring kids' menus with broken crayons
Choosing always the bendy straw
Taking pictures of clouds
Reading kids cheesy poetry
Eating dessert first
Receiving random nonsensical texts
Gazing at bonfires
Then come closer, pull out a chair 
Pull it way out of the way
And sit here in the grass next to me
I've got a feeling 
We are gonna be friends!

Full of it!

Thinking about the question of your cup being half full, or being half empty, I remember my younger self sitting in a science class where the professor argued that the cup is always full, either with air or any other content you put in it. 

This came back to me as I watched a video for a class I'm taking where we were discussing Happiness. 

The glass is indeed always full. In a sense of good energy vs. bad energy, the contents of the cup will be exactly what you put in. 

When you saturate your cup with good energy, happiness, anything positive, less space will be left to accommodate the undesirable stuff. 

Your cup will be always full. Now, it is up to you to take control of what goes in it. 

What do you allow in your cup?

Pearls

One of the great perks of being in a relationship is that we can have deep conversations at 8 am, on the way to work. 

Better yet it's when you've been together for 25+ years and still learning together. 

This morning Alex presented me with a great analogy and explanation about pearls. Then I added my 2 cents and this is what we came up with in the end. 

A pearl is the product of love and sacrifice of an oyster. 

Every pearl starts as a grain of sand. By entering the shell, it causes friction and pain to the oyster.  

I don't know about you, but I still have the tendency to push away anything that hurts or rubs me in the wrong way. Now here comes a simple mollusk to show me a different way to deal with adversities. 

For the oyster, it would probably be very easy to just stay there, hold the shells open for a bit and let the water circulates, washing away the grain of sand. Or it could even push the intrusion away.

However, we see acceptance. Despite its own pain, the oyster encapsulates it with its own essence and keep adding layer after layer of love, until the grain of sand becomes something beautiful, a shiny and unique pearl that can be presented as its own labor of love. 

Yup, some mornings are very productive! Another "One in a Roll" for Alex.   

Obituary

Today I watched a fascinating Ted Talk with Lux Narayan describing his findings after studying obituaries for 20 months. He compared the most used words in obituaries of famous and non-famous people. 

I was happily surprised by the fact that one of the most used words is HELP. 

We will be remembered by what we do, more than by who we are, or what we have. 

Amazingly enough, we crawl thru our lives giving such a great importance to what we gather and what we conquer, while knowing that our main goal is the things we do, especially for others, and how we make our surroundings, be our house or our planet, a better place. 

We mostly forget that we are writing our own obituary, one day at a time. Each action deposits your journey in a line. Your obituary is not something done after you pass to the next plan. It's something done now, done by you, each and every day. 

What are you writing in our obituary today?