Fleeting existence

Out there... 

Little snowflakes that falls down

covering the footprints of the road,

which led me to you.

But soon, in the spring, 

after each one of my steps, 

there is a flower 'forget me not', 

who will talk about you,

long after my fleeting existence.

It's been a while....

It's been a while since my last publication here...

...I, well... Many things has happened since the last time I've been here.

Some good and bad moments; Although, I think I'm ready to start it again,..

With what? Might you be wondering... (Ok, I know you don't)

I think I'm ready to start with my writting stuff, as I used to do months ago.

Also, I wanted to take a breath and see where I was planning to go with writting

At the beggining, I only wanted to do this because It was funny (still) but

the most important thing, was the process in which all this used to happen... 

Each time I used to write, it was  like if I were talking with my inner self, the little one

that lives there, in me. 

So, from now on, after all that time being absent... I'm ready. ;)

I just read an intersting tittle I saw on one of my tons of tittles that I just creat to give me ideas... 

This is:

The secret wish

Each time I do remember about this little story, it brings me memories from 2012-2013

I've tried to rewrite it many times, but it also gives me an nostalgic feeling and usually

ended up leaving it, even when it only requiers few changes...Anyway....  

This little story is so special to me... He's so great... Just, I'm a bit speechless... 

Sometimes, most of us stays there longing for incredible and unbeliable things just happens out of the blue, as in the stories we usually read or listen at any place.

Or as me, that I always take a time to dream about many things just before fall asleep...

This guy, who was looking for a place in which just lay down and look at the sky, was waiting for the moment in where those snowflakes just start to falls down... And before - after it, the story just starts.

∞

Little bird [Es]

Era una agradable mañana de primavera, en un lugar cálido y agradable. El día empezó realmente bien, para nuestro pequeño amigo, el pajarito. Este pequeño amigo, no era como las otras aves, él nunca pudo volar, quién sabe por qué. A él, le gusta pasar tiempo en las mañanas, viendo volar a las otras aves. Para él, era algo increíble.


Los vio volar tan alto, y sintió que sus pulmones se llenan de vida, pero al mismo tiempo, mientras disfrutaba del momento, un sentimiento en su interior iba creciendo rápidamente y luego, repentinamente y cuando él se dio cuenta, estaba inmerso en un mundo de pensamientos y de repente, una pregunta se le ocurrió… ¿Por qué no puede volar como las otras aves? Esto siempre lo hacía sentirse triste, por lo que, aquella gran mañana se fue disolviendo lentamente, convirtiéndose en un día gris, el de un pájaro que no podía volar.


Un día, nuestro pequeño amigo, se fue a su favorito colina, donde siempre se podía sentir una suave brisa, a través de sus alas, y luego le preguntó al viento...

- “¿Por qué no puedo volar?”

- A lo que él no recibió ninguna respuesta.

- Besó la tierra, bajo sus pequeños piececillos y posó su cabeza en la suave pasto del suelo con la esperanza de oír algo, pero como antes, él, no recibió una respuesta.

- Clamó al cielo; aquel inmenso cielo azul, por encima de él; que siempre trató de sentir el viento bajo sus alas.

- "¿Por qué estoy aquí?"

- A lo que él no recibió ninguna respuesta.

- Besó la tierra, bajo sus pequeños piececillos y posó su cabeza en la suave pasto del suelo con la esperanza de oír algo, pero como antes, él, no recibió una respuesta.

- Clamó al cielo; aquel inmenso cielo azul, por encima de él; que siempre trató de sentir el viento bajo sus alas.

- "¿Por qué estoy aquí?"

- "No puedo volar y yo no entiendo este mundo, todas las aves pueden volar por ahí cuando lo deseen, siempre estoy tratando de hacer lo mejor posible y comprender este mundo, pero solo como estoy  es difícil. Todo este tiempo, Yo y mis interrogantes sin respuesta. Tal vez, pronto me pierda en ti". Él dijo.

"Pero mientras pueda verte, querido cielo azul, tú serás mi única inspiración para seguir adelante, para convertirme en un mejor pajarito, porque nosotros, los pajaritos, también podemos aprender.”


Nuestro pequeño pajarito, yacía llorando solo en la colina, sintiendo la suave caricia de la brisa; mientras, escuchaba al silencio. Cuando él estaba secando sus pequeñas lágrimas, observó a una de aquellas aves volar con el suave viento, hasta desaparecer en la inmensidad de sus sueños.
De pronto, una misteriosa voz se escuchó proveniente de aquel inmenso cielo azul.
“Sueños rotos, corazón triste, errores cometidos, una gran sonrisa, nueva inspiración

-¿Quién eres tú?

“Déjame decirte quién eres tú.”
Dijo el cielo, mientras nuestro pequeño amigo escuchaba aquella misteriosa voz atentamente.

“Tú eres todos esos errores y aciertos cometidos, aquellos momentos felices, todas aquellas lágrimas…” Mientras una cálida brisa soplaba sobre la colina.

“… Todo aquello, es lo que te define.
Pajarito, eres lo que hiciste, aquello que estuviste buscando todo este tiempo; Aquel, quien a pesar de todo, aprendió a solas más que aquellas otras aves en compañía de todo el mundo.”

-“Déjame decirte que tú tienes aquella libertad que te permite preguntarse cosas, mi pequeño amigo, tú no estás solo.”

-“Algún día encontrarás algo increíble y cuando lo encuentres, no lo dejes, y si aquello, no se percata de tu presencia; no te preocupes, estate seguro de dar lo mejor de ti sin esperar algo a cambio.

“¿Cómo lo sabrás?” 

-Dijo aquel  cielo azul.

“Aquello te hará sentir como en casa, aquella calidez y brillo en tus ojos te permitirán saber qué es.”

El pequeño pajarito, comprendió perfectamente lo que aquel cielo azulado le dijo; A lo que luego, él sonrió gratamente, mientras sentía una calidez en su pecho.
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Un pequeño pajarito quien se conoció asimismo, así como tú lo harás.

¿Quién eres tú?

Words

[Es]
Jugar con las palabras es divertido.

Nos abre las puertas de un mundo lleno de

emociones entrelazadas de sutilezas, donde

todas ellas están en consonancia a lo que dicte

nuestra imaginación con la sola idea de dar a

conocer el mundo en el cual yace nuestro otro ser

abstraído del mundo exterior, donde se encuentra

jugando como el niño que otrora se emocionaba con las

cosas más simples de la vida.


[En]
Playing with words is fun.

It opens the door to a world full of

subtle emotions intertwined, where

all are in line with the dictates

our imagination with the thought of giving

see the world in which lies our other being

abstracted from the outside world, where it is

playing like a child once he was moved with

simple things in life.

'Nothing' and 'Everything'

Un día. . .  

'Nothing' preguntó a 'Everything' 

¿Por qué soy así?

Y 'Everything' dijo a 'Nothing' 

"Yo soy nada sin ti porque tú eres mi raison d' etré."

One day. . . 

'Nothing' asked to 'Everything'

Why am I so?

And 'Everything' told to'Nothing'

"I am nothing without you because you are my everything"

 (raison d 'etre.)

Alice and Jhono

It was a cold night, so cold that it would turn your heart as cold as ice…
I think that night, the weather was around -20, but even so, the room inside was warm and confortable for our two tiny friends that were going to wake up… 
Alice, was the first who woke up and when she looked around, she realized out that everything around you was bigger! So, she woke the little Jhono, who was sleeping without any concern for what was happening around him, and then he said:
“What's going on?” 
Alice was very scared to even try to speak. When Jhono realized what was happening, he got a bit scared too, because in the first place he could not understand why they were too small. Even so, he could not show his fear; for only thus, would frighten much more to the little Alice.
They were in the corner of the bed, which is red and it seemed a big place. Suddenly, our little friends heard some strange sounds… Like, if something around them, were crawling and it was getting close slowly to them. 

… They couldn’t see very well, because the room was a bit dark, the unique light that they had, was a soft moonlight… So, our friends had the idea to turn on the lamp that was next to the window, to feel protected with such light above them, when they started their periplus, it was a like a big adventure! Through the darkness, to reach the light. Jhono told her to take his hand and whatever happens, don't let loose his hand.

So, the decision had been taken. Our little friends took course towards the light, unaware of what they would find on their way.
So, they went down the corner of the bed, using a loose pins, they found nearby. At first contact with the ground, those strange noises that seemed distant, never felt so close and suddenly, a huge spider appeared before them. It was as if that spider would have been waiting for. 

Our little friends ran as fast as their little legs allowed them to.  The moon, who watched what was happening between the distance, dimly lit that spider. Being this scared. They knew that this would not be sufficient, as more and more spiders were coming swiftly toward them.  

They made strenuous efforts to reach the lamp, lying near the window. Jhono did everything possible so that Alice can reach that lamp first. When they finally reached the top, they saw a lots of snowflakes falling off from the sky in a soft dance with the breeze. Many of them looked as if they had life, and it was true.  Many of them saw to our friends and flew like butterflies on a spring day without any worry. While Alice lay watching them, enthralled by her beauty. Jhono went to try to turn on that lamp. . It was difficult and those spiders were getting really close every second. Then, some snowflakes got close to the window and gave to Alice a bit of stardust. It was the first time that Alice had seen something like that. Then, Alice went with Jhono and they both could finally turn on that lamp.

Those evil spiders run away from the light… Jhono and Alice sat together, wrapping one another, while they were staring at those snowflakes... Until they fell asleep under the warm light about them.

LITTLE SPARK

[pending correction]

As someday, a little spark of light was flying in the immensity of the space. She thought she was lost in that dark place the unique thing she that she could see there, was darkness, if it was something that we can call of that way.
She was losing her brightness, every day that she was there. Till one day, she could see something in the distance, she wasn’t sure what that was. Even so, she tried hard to go there.

She noticed that the distance between she and that big brightness, was huge. But even so, she didn’t give up, so she used all her strength and she transform herself in pure energy and could fly so fast like never before.
When she arrived and faced that big portal, she already knew that she needed go across to the other side. She took a deep breath and close her eyes, and entered it.
She didn’t feel anything or listen something.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that there were a lot of sparks as she. She was floating through a lot of sparks. Some bigger than others, some more friendly than others, she thought there was a nice place to live in.
But with the days she was floating there, she noticed that this place was the same to the other place where she was at first. All of them in perfectly harmony, it seemed a utopia, she thought. She didn’t know what do there.

One day, when she was floating without direction, she saw far away a little tiny blue planet. She felt curious about that planet. So, she started a new trip full of emotions and new dreams of what she could find out there.

That trip took days, but she disintegrated again to go there. The moment when she arrived there, she was surprised for that blue planet. She dropped on the planet. That planet was nice, she thought, and she realize that every person there has a spark of light in their shoulders. She was wondering why?

One day when she was watching to the people goes by. Saw a guy who doesn’t have any spark on his shoulder. She wondered why if all the people there has one, that guy seemed a nice person. So, she felt curiosity and at the same time that she wondered why him doesn’t have any spark on his shoulder. One day, when she really knew him, she went and got close to him timidly and she landed on his shoulder, when that happened, she, like him, felt something that never felt before … Those two entities separated by space and time in the beginning, became one, forming a single being.
That’s when she realized why, as the reason for his trip. He can see her by some minutes and it was enough for both because they knew that both of them will be together, shining throughout eternity.

A little spark, made the difference.