Pinceladas de mi Alma

Hace algun tiempo he ido plasmando en papel mis pensamientos, que luego pasaron a ser parte de una carpeta en mi computadora. Por miedo a perder mi coleccion de vivencias y retazos de mi alma, he querido dejarlas aqui guardadas para compartirlas con todo aquel que al igual que yo no puede callar sus pensamientos. No soy escritora ni pretendo serlo, esta es la manera de vaciar todo lo que he venido guardando en mi corazon, son pinceladas de mi alma.

Vivir Despeinada


Todos deberíamos atender esta frase con intensidad, sin poses, disfrutando cada momento, cada experiencia, cada afecto. Sin lugar a dudas, seríamos mucho más felices.
Hoy he aprendido que hay que dejar que la vida te despeine, por eso he decidido disfrutar la vida con mayor intensidad… El mundo está loco. Definitivamente loco… Lo rico, engorda. Lo lindo sale caro. El sol que ilumina tu rostro, arruga. Y lo realmente bueno de esta vida, despeina…
- Hacer el amor, despeina.
- Reírte a carcajadas, despeina.
- Viajar, volar, correr, meterte en el mar, despeina.
- Quitarte la ropa, despeina.
- Besar a la persona que amas, despeina.
- Jugar, despeina.
- Cantar hasta que te quedes sin aire, despeina.
- Bailar hasta que dudes si fue buena idea ponerte tacones altos esa noche, te deja el pelo irreconocible…
Así que como siempre cada vez que nos veamos yo vo y a estar con el cabello despeinado…
Sin embargo, no tengas duda de que estaré pasando por el momento más feliz de mi vida. Es ley de vida: siempre va a estar más despeinada la mujer que elija ir en el primer carrito de la montaña rusa, que la que elija no subirse.
Puede ser que me sienta tentada a ser una mujer impecable, peinada y planchadita por dentro y por fuera. El aviso clasificado de este mundo exige buena presencia: Péinate, ponte, sácate, cómprate, corre, adelgaza, come sano, camina derechita, ponte seria…
Y quizá debería seguir las instrucciones pero ¿cuándo me van a dar la orden de ser feliz? Acaso no se dan cuenta que para lucir linda, me debo sentir linda… ¡La persona más linda que puedo ser!
Lo único que realmente importa es que, al mirarme al espejo, vea a la mujer que debo ser. Por eso mi recomendación a todas las mujeres y porque no hombres
Entrégate, Come rico, Besa, Abraza, Haz el amor, Baila, Enamórate, Relájate, Viaja, Salta, Acuéstate tarde, Levántate temprano, Corre, Vuela, Canta, Ponte linda, Ponte cómoda, Admira el paisaje, Disfruta,
y sobre todo, deja que la vida te despeine!!!
Lo peor que puede pasarte es que, sonriendo frente al espejo, te tengas que volver a peinar.


Un grupo de profesionales, todos triunfadores en sus respectivas carreras, se juntó para visitar a su antiguo profesor. Pronto la charla devino en quejas acerca del interminable ‘estrés’ que les producía el trabajo y la vida en general. Como una enseñanza más, el profesor pensó sobre lo que estaban conversando sus antiguos alumnos y entonces comentó: les voy a dar una lección más.
El profesor les ofreció café, fue a la cocina y pronto regresó con una cafetera grande y una selección de tazas de lo más ecléctica: de porcelana, plástico, vidrio, cristal (unas sencillas y baratas), otras decoradas, unas caras, otras realmente exquisitas.
Tranquilamente les dijo que escogieran una taza y se sirvieran un poco del café recién preparado.
Cuando terminaron, el viejo maestro se aclaró la garganta y con mucha calma y paciencia se dirigió al grupo: “Se habrán dado cuenta de que todas las tazas que lucían bonitas se terminaron primero y quedaron pocas de las más sencillas y baratas; lo que es natural, ya que cada quien prefiere lo mejor para sí mismo.”
Ésa es realmente la causa de muchos de sus problemas relativos al “estrés”. Continuó.
“Les aseguro que la taza no le añadió calidad al café. En verdad la taza solamente disfraza o reviste lo que bebemos. Lo que ustedes querían era el café, no la taza, pero instintivamente buscaron las mejores”.
Después se pusieron a mirar las tazas de los demás.
Ahora piensen en esto, dijo el profesor:
“La vida es el café. Los trabajos, el dinero, la posición social, etc., son meras tazas, que le dan forma y soporte a la vida y el tipo de taza que tengamos no define ni cambia realmente la calidad de vida que llevemos.
A menudo, por concentrarnos sólo en la taza dejamos de disfrutar el café.
“¡Disfruten su café!””.
La gente más feliz no es la que tiene lo mejor de todo sino la que hace lo mejor con lo que tiene; así pues, recuérdenlo:
* Disfruten cada instante de su vida.
* No se mortifiquen por lo que no tienen o no pueden cambiar.
* Aprendan a buscar su paz interna.
* Hagan de su vida una fiesta cada día.
* Visualicen 10 minutos cada día lo bueno que quieren ver en su vida.
* El resto déjenselo a Dios.
Y recuerden que, finalmente comentó el profesor: “la persona más rica no es la que tiene más sino la que necesita menos... DISFRUTA TU CAFÉ”.


Un estudiante universitario salió un día a dar un paseo con un profesor, a quien los alumnos consideraban su amigo debido a su bondad para quienes seguían sus instrucciones.
Mientras caminaban, vieron en el camino un par de zapatos viejos y supusieron que pertenecían a un anciano que trabajaba en el campo de al lado y que estaba por terminar sus labores diarias.

El alumno dijo al profesor:
Hagámosle una broma; escondamos los zapatos y ocultémonos detrás de esos arbustos para ver su cara cuando no los encuentre.

Mi querido amigo -le dijo el profesor-, nunca tenemos que divertirnos a expensas de los pobres.
Tú eres rico y puedes darle una alegría a este hombre. Coloca una moneda en cada zapato y luego nos ocultaremos para ver cómo reacciona cuando las encuentre.


Eso hizo y ambos se ocultaron entre los arbustos cercanos. El hombre pobre, terminó sus tareas, y cruzó el terreno en busca de sus zapatos y su abrigo.


Al ponerse el abrigo deslizó el pie en el zapato, pero al sentir algo adentro, se agachó para ver qué era y encontró la moneda. Pasmado, se preguntó qué podía haber pasado. Miró la moneda, le dio vuelta y la volvió
a mirar.

Luego miró a su alrededor, para todos lados, pero no se veía a nadie. La guardó en el bolsillo y se puso el otro zapato; su sorpresa fue doble al encontrar la otra moneda.
Sus sentimientos lo sobrecogieron; cayó de rodillas y levantó la vista al cielo pronunciando un ferviente agradecimiento en voz alta, hablando de su esposa enferma y sin ayuda y de sus hijos que no tenían pan y que debido a una mano desconocida no morirían de hambre.


El estudiante quedó profundamente afectado y se le llenaron los ojos de
lágrimas.
Ahora- dijo el profesor- ¿no estás más complacido que si le hubieras
hecho una broma?


El joven respondió:
Usted me ha enseñado una lección que jamás olvidaré. Ahora entiendo algo que antes no entendía: es mejor dar que recibir.
— with QUE BUENO ES DAR MEJOR QUE RECIBIR

The Dash by Linda Ellis


The Dash by Linda Ellis

There was a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end

He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years

For that dash stands for all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own;
The cars the house the cash
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

We'd be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
With your lifes actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

Cos that dash stands for all the time
That you spent alive on earth
And only those who loved you
Know what that little line is worth

It matters not how much you own
The cars the house the cash
What matters is how you live and love
And how you spend your dash

What matters is how you live and love
And how you spend your dash.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogugnws5qDc

Don't wantcha for the weekend, don't wantcha for a night
I'm only interested if I can have you for life, yeah
Uh, I know I sound serious and baby I am
You're a fine piece of real estate, and I'm gonna get me some land

Oh, yeah
So, don't try to run honey, love can be fun
There's no need to be alone when you find that someone

[Chorus:]
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha if it takes all night
(Yeah, you can betcha)
You can betcha by the time I say "go," you'll never say "no"
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha, it's a matter of fact
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that
(Yeah, you can betcha)
You can bet your bottom dollar, in time you're gonna be mine
Just like I should - I'll getcha good

Yeah, uh, uh
I've already planned it - here's how it's gonna be
I'm gonna love you and - you're gonna fall in love with me
Yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah
So, don't try to run honey, love can be fun
There's no need to be alone when you find that someone

[Repeat Chorus]

Yeah, I'm gonna getcha baby I'm gonna knock on wood
I'm gonna getcha somehow honey yeah, I'm gonna make it good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah
So, don't try to run honey, love can be fun
There's no need to be alone when you find that someone

[Repeat Chorus]

Oh, I'm gonna getcha, I'm gonna getcha real good
Yeah, you can betcha, oh, I'm gonna getcha
(I'm gonna getcha) just like I should, I'll getcha good
Oh, I'm gonna getcha good!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhCEhWiKXk&feature=related


Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day

Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look ok, I say

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are(yeah)

Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she let me
Her laugh, her laugh, she hates but I think it's so sexy
She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day

Oh, you know, you know, you know, I'd never ask you to change
If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same
So, don't even bother asking if you look ok
You know I'll say

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are
The way you are, the way you are
http://www.elyricsworld.com/just_the_way_you_are_lyrics_bruno_mars.html
Girl you're amazing, just the way you are

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Cause girl you're amazing, just the way you are. Yeah


There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small Brazilian village.
As he sat, he saw a Brazilian fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish.
The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch so many fish?”
The fisherman replied, “Oh, just a short while.”
“Then why don’t you stay longer at sea and catch even more?” The businessman was astonished.
“This is enough to feed my whole family,” the fisherman said.
The businessman then asked, “So, what do you do for the rest of the day?”
The fisherman replied, “Well, I usually wake up early in the morning, go out to sea and catch a few fish, then go back and play with my kids. In the afternoon, I take a nap with my wife, and evening comes, I join my buddies in the village for a drink — we play guitar, sing and dance throughout the night.”

The businessman offered a suggestion to the fisherman.
“I am a PhD in business management. I could help you to become a more successful person. From now on, you should spend more time at sea and try to catch as many fish as possible. When you have saved enough money, you could buy a bigger boat and catch even more fish. Soon you will be able to afford to buy more boats, set up your own company, your own production plant for canned food and distribution network. By then, you will have moved out of this village and to Sao Paulo, where you can set up HQ to manage your other branches.”

The fisherman continues, “And after that?”
The businessman laughs heartily, “After that, you can live like a king in your own house, and when the time is right, you can go public and float your shares in the Stock Exchange, and you will be rich.”
The fisherman asks, “And after that?”
The businessman says, “After that, you can finally retire, you can move to a house by the fishing village, wake up early in the morning, catch a few fish, then return home to play with kids, have a nice afternoon nap with your wife, and when evening comes, you can join your buddies for a drink, play the guitar, sing and dance throughout the night!”
The fisherman was puzzled, “Isn’t that what I am doing now?”

classic Brazilian story, probably also present in other cultures. Someone found the English version, but I could not identify the translator


Si aún no ha pasado el bisturí por tu piel,
si no tienes implantes de silicona en alguna parte de tu cuerpo,
si los gorditos no te generan trauma, si nunca has sufrido de
anorexia, si tu estatura no afecta tu desarrollo personal,
si cuando vas a la playa prefieres divertirte en el mar y no
estar sobre una toalla durante horas, si crees que la
fidelidad sí es posible y la practicas, si sabes cómo se
prepara un arroz, si puedes preparar un almuerzo completo,
si tu prioridad no es ser rubia a como de lugar, si no te
levantas a las 4:00 a.m. para poder alcanzar a hacerte el
blower, si puedes salir con saco de sudadera tranquila a la
calle un domingo sin una gota de maquillaje en el rostro...

ESTÁS EN VÍA DE EXTINCIÓN.... BIENVENIDA!

EL DULCE SABOR DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA

Una mujer exquisita no es aquella que más hombres tiene a
sus pies, si no aquella que tiene uno solo que la hace
realmente feliz.

Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven, ni la más flaca, ni
la que tiene el cutis más terso o el cabello más
llamativo, es aquella que con tan sólo una franca y abierta
sonrisa y un buen consejo puede alegrarte la vida.

Una mujer valiosa no es aquella que tiene más títulos, ni
más cargos académicos, es aquella que sacrifica su sueño
temporalmente por hacer felices a los demás.

Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente (aunque si me
preguntan a mí, todas las mujeres son muy ardientes... Los
que estamos fuera de foco somos los hombres ) sino la que
vibra al hacer el amor solamente con el hombre que ama.

Una mujer interesante no es aquella que se siente halagada
al ser admirada por su belleza y elegancia, es aquella mujer
firme de carácter que puede decir NO.

Y un HOMBRE........UN HOMBRE EXQUISITO es aquel que valora
a una mujer así......

Que se siente orgulloso de tenerla como compañera....
Que sabe tocarla como un músico virtuosísimo toca su
amado instrumento...

Que lucha a su lado compartiendo todos sus roles, desde
lavar platos y atender tripones, hasta devolverle los
masajes y cuidados que ella le prodigó antes...

La verdad, compañeros hombres, es que las mujeres en eso
de ser 'Muy machas' nos llevan gran recorrido...

¡Qué tontos hemos sido -y somos- cuando valoramos el
regalo solamente por la vistosidad de su empaque...

¡Tonto y mil veces tonto el hombre que come mierda en la
calle, teniendo un exquisitímo manjar en casa.

-Gabriel Garcia Marquez-


A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:
‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.
‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’

‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action’

source: “Like the Flowing River” by Paulo Coelho


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaGLVS5b_ZY

I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don't shed a tear


Through the darkness and good times
I knew I'd make it through
And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you


Hush, love


I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has...come


Where it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now there's joy
Where there was weakness, I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy


Hush, love


I see a light in the sky
Oh, it's almost blinding me
I can't believe
I've been touched by an angel with love
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new, new sun
A new day has...come


A new day has...come
Ohhh, a light... OOh


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuJrEBtmM1Q

It's amazing
How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may
I could never explain
What I hear when
You don't say a thing

[CHORUS:]
The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There's a truth
In your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all

All day long
I can hear people
Talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
(The crowd)
Try as they may
They could never define
What's been said
Between your
Heart and mine

[Repeat chorus twice]

(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me

[Repeat chorus]

(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me

(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)


A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
A youth she's content to leave behind....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
One friend who always makes her
laugh... and one who lets her cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her
family...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal,that will make her guests feel honored...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
A feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to fall in love without losing herself..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit a job, break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
When to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That she can't change the length of her calves,the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect..but it's over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..
whom she can trust, whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
Where to go...be it to her best friend's kitchen table...or a charming inn in the woods...when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...a month...and a year...

Maya Angelou


Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

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