sábado, 1 de junio de 2013

Acknowledge limits



Some people comb and wash their faces before allowing others to meet or see. Let's say spouses allow to see and kiss each other before doing this convenient facts but, before being engaged or married, they both avoided being seen so.
Let's say we seldom go out naked or just wearing intimate clothing. We were told not to do it after being grown or during the process of early youth, so we seldom let brothers or sisters looked at us naked, that way we used when being babies, when needing help to get those dirty diapers removed.

Let's say we are trespasser, transgressors. We know what we did and what we're told not to do, but we sometimes fail doing what it is asked or sought.

Wifes hate husbands bringing dirty into their houses, particularly when a wife is that who often cleans.

It is written “Do not lie”, but we don't understand that cheating is more than that...

What makes you to do what it is not expected from you to do? (Don't stare at me, I'm alike).

1)    Lack of respect? You and I ask people not to do “this”, but we often do what they don't want us to do.
2)    Disobedience? We are told not to spoil the earth, but we throw trash everywhere. We criticize smokers or car drivers, but we set fire on bigger things (even with the tongue).
3)     Selfish or self centered? We don't want to be hurt or offended, but we keep on doing things people asked not to do with them.

Once each week I work with computers. I have dealt with their problems and virus and many come by surfing the Internet (MS and many send them for free) (their idea is you buy and pay). Some know to spy your docs, your personal data, same way you are permitted to freely download music form other computers (when using Torrents, Ares, Tubecatcher, Emule, etc.) I like to get data from Google and those browsers which know where I am by scanning my IP and IMEI. This is like being social, when people are awfully sick. Do I know the limits or the risk of this file sharing?

I have asked some friends not to send me FWRs. They can be nice, worth reading, but I find them impersonal. More than that, I avoid virus and certainly dislike those FWRs that ask me to re-send those FWRs. I hate those FWRs that try to bind my mind in a chain. These tell you: “If you love God (or Christ) re-send”. (Would that be the Christ like way, by the way?)

I seldom read FWRs (I delete them) and those who insist on sending them TO ME I consider disrespectful. Perhaps I told them “not to send” twice, they have no idea on the time I have spend fixing a machine and, what concerns me more, is avoiding others PCs were damage, because in my country many people avoid paying OS's legal licenses (They suffer more when cherished personal data or pictures are lost) (Recovery is useless is not securing or backing up data).

Reputation is important, my job matters me; but some people don't know the limits: We cannot get what we aren't paying for. The quality of a friendship has the same seal I have for others respect. If I want honor, I myself must honor others; so I had better knowing what they expect from me, to know what I can offer them: For free or priced.

God Himself, being much more than High, respect our realm. He does not force us to do His will. He invites us to do what it is best, and has let us to learn the hard way. He gives His advice, He told us what to do -what He expects from us- and has let some to be what we were and what we are... How long will He let us to hurt others? How long does it take us to learn the best WAY?

He has set a time and a limit. We are trespassers, transgressors, but there are limits we cannot go beyond, and this are lifetime, divine and human laws and those who come and are gone.

My mind tells me I will not woo a bossy woman. It tells me I don't like the people I don't like, because there is no need to tell others how you are (you don't need to be cracked) except when you pour yourself on God's hands.

Recently someone told me she is a little confused. She has a boyfriend who pays little attention on her emotions. He is not so affective with her, and her confusion lies on the other guy who is attentive, kind and sweet. She is lightly engaged with the first. She knows some limits, but the other seems interested in her, knowing she has a boyfriend and, each time the last meets, she felt more “loved” or cherished.

I told her that, after a year, as an average, people change in a relationship, particularly when one has achieved what he/she has sought (sex, affection or attention) (and I know these because I have lived).

When talking she knew the situation she is in... I told her that, not being a committed Christian, will lead both to sex. Such an affection or attention is not bad, but will drive them both to things connected to sex. What would be the end result?

She is becoming an adult and I told her mother... Her mother and I spoke largely and learnt many things on today's youth. I did many wrong things when being young, but today they have video cameras to record them and to upload those deeds to seek “glory” (or recurrent shame). Do I know my limits?

Some people I know told me: “Freely love”, “Don't think too much...” And I have seen how we walk all over people's emotions, dreams and expectations. I know how some nice looking faces are sought like gold. These have the “advantage” of saying yes or not to whom ever they want and, ask them how happy they are or how many they hurt...

Body beauty is appealing and many use to hide and try to be invisible (others, just the opposite way: Sometimes it helps). Allow me to say I would like a woman who writes like Emily Brontë, but will hate one who cheats or behaves like a dog in the streets (I know my limits).

I'm thankful God gave me the chance to learn from this life. Sometimes I wish I could do what Adam Sadler does in the movie “Click” (push some bottoms to go farther or stop it) and, as a gift, be finally pulled back with God's help to life; but I acknowledge my limits.

Sometimes we're not given a second time (that's one common limit). Sometimes we don't see others lines and jumped above neighbor's fences. We want these things done, we ask too many things, but bypassing other's expectations. What about the commandments? Do God need me to be happy? (Is it not I who needs Him?)

Sometimes I dislike not having enough time. I regret few tiny achievement, each day, but step by step we traveled long. What if living a day of 40 hour? Won't I feel the same lack? I set a limit and it could be a simple and honest joy: I did what I could (same as you, each day).

There are thousands of reasons to like or dislike people. We all are the same! Some of us try to open doors and sometimes we shut them before going in.

Too often we try to be heard, to get some attention, and dislike others have their ways and point of views. We childish expects others to behave, while we blindly see no other way, but ours. Shame on me! (I'm a blind man who often see what I see and not to mention I'm unwilling to note others warns).

There is an individual dialog between us an our mind. We like to hear that inner voice who longs to be heard and sometimes we missed her, and paid too little attention, when we lacked this Christian insight we have now. Loneliness comes when I stopped listening me and others. Loneliness comes when I draw myself and isolate from others, whatever the reason I could have thought of: I forgot my limits and theirs.

I have a pen friend who is writing at me... She said she dislikes people who listen music at high volume, no matter the music it be. She doesn't care if they love tattoos, change the color of their head or do drugs... “whatever thing any does without hurting me or embarrassing others is Ok” (We're talking about limits). Are not the commandments to avoid hurting others and oneselves?

Drugs consumers affect society. Any can say: “That's their problem” but WILL AFFECT ours. He or she has rights, and these affects social surroundings (we need that control).

God respects self-willed people, but He has His will also. Who am I to say no to His limits? He cuts the eternal life at those who are unwilling to understand this 2nd, 3rd... or any chance (I don't know how many, but I have heard of those who changed and of those who never repented).

Tradition limits our understanding. Shortcomings have handicapped some steps we reluctantly did and finally we left when feeling dismayed or disappointed, when not acknowledging the true limits: We hate being hurt; but we lie, we gossip, I cheat... Does my law serve me, and not others?

I don't want to be engaged with those I don't like. I've been invited to go out, to share, but there is not communion between light and darkness (let's say I'm in the shadows).

I tried to understand the world according to my hunches, to other's beliefs, and I will not stop talking to me, alone or in nobody's company. I'm happy those who kindly gave what I needed and I want nothing what´s not really mine: Emotions fade as years go by.

What would this world be without holy standards?
What would this be without God and His morals?

I came too short! I'm not any better, but certainly not worst (and I own Him all I lived).
I own Him more than this life, and I have told Him that I don't want eternity without being advised, being told, on what to do. I don't know what could be the best!

Some years ago I moved to Colombia and sold out all I could. I planned not to come back but I came, and he only knows my truly me. I haven't lost everything but I lost anything, and I don't want to spend the rest of this earthly life trying and trying, achieving nothing, because heaven is the limit.

I wish you could hear Him talk. Some missed their mothers or fathers, but I miss Him whom I have missed all my life. I was stubborn, I still the same, but I don't walk to walk this darkness without hearing, without touching His guiding hands: I am blind! I cannot not see life without Him.

God is God, and I see Jesus as His Son (Same way I see Him as He saw Himself) (I'm not Trinitarian nor Triune).

This “love” I try to express is different from others. It is not the missing of my Dad. It never reaches my Mom's bonds (and she is here, in this room, trying to convince me to wash some things I don't want) :P

God's limits are unknown. I'm learning to love Him for the Person He is. I hate the idea of looking after Him as Provider (and He is). I dislike talking, alone, as a prayer; because I sometimes needed to talk, and I know he heard.

This liking is sexless and with no gender. When I needed His words or works, He sent an man (or a woman) to speak to me. I know He uses circumstances to talk to (louder, sometimes) and He lacks nothing to say or do (It is I who lacks and comes short). These reasons are acknowledged! (namely limits).

I don't know why He made me to be. There was an English teacher (Elisa) who once wrote me “that she would regret not having been lived...”  She was right! We learnt the hard way.

Why are you angry?
Why are you all alone?

We did what we did and, as my friend MS says: “There's no need to cry over the milk spilled”. (Sometimes there's a second or a third chance).

Perhaps my dream reminds a dream. Perhaps I get it; perhaps I build over it. And I've seen how some of these take time (and effort) to be real and to be done. Life is a blind date! We don't know whom we are going to meet.

Just one more thing for you: Be visible! Hide and run when it be needed, but don't spend your life that way (Time is passing by and we're not assured when the next chance will come).

Show that face! Laugh till you die: No one will bring you what you stopped giving others.

Don't be too serious when telling a lie: Just give them the truth without hurting others, same way you would like to be blessed with real truth.

Love is not an option, but a must. Do not lie! Don't give others anything, if you don't know what you really want nor what they really need.

Relationships are built on some personal conveniences. Will you let others come to steal or hurt you?

Friendship and love are not to be begged, but to be given...

If you don't feel it, don't give it. It is like laughing!... You know when there is real joy with the people you are with (Don't lie at you) (Don't do that to others).


A.T.

This means.

What does this mean? Each time I see her name written.
I feel myself bitten, and her distance left me be ignored,
that hearing about her brings me joy
and she will bring others their cure.

She has a heart no one sees,
all I have seen seem are her deeds
She plants her seeds on soft soil.

I really don't know what's her worth
to tell all the truth with shut mouth
'cos she has blessed many lives.

I wish I could shout it out loud
and limits ignore I'm bowed
she has left blind open eyes.

What does this mean?
Her name tastes me like
sweet words my ears cannot
clearly hear.

Why am I feeling that?
I haven't  heard her voice.
I haven't seen her face.

My eyes ran in a race
these words, as horses,
won't win.

Where all these words
I begin, to write down
to understand...

She is not even my friend.
I just don't know where she is.

If love is the banner she raised,
why human hurt her so bad?
I'd better attack with my sword
to pull all of them back.

What do I need to find out?
Those whom I liked had no cure.
I will be bowed down for love
where the arm of her shield is secured.

A.T.   May 2013

Amar a consignación.


Lo que se fue no fue amor, sino una consignación de afectos,
una inversión a esa suerte de lotería, en el mercado de las emociones.

Amar a consignación es entregar un cheque en blanco
con la promesa del aval de quienes le firman.

Se entrega si se quiere, quizá con afecto puro y,
pese a lo que sea duro, no se miran los defectos.

Es transarse con afectos, no esperando hallar descuentos.
Que no sean los lamentos, la protesta de lo anulado.

Sí sabrá quien haya amado, mucho duele el descontento.

Te desgarran las rebajas, mucho más que el interés.
Bien reparas si no ves, el amor consignado.

Desagradables los descuentos, si dudaren de tu firma.
El cariño no se afirma, si se da por interés.

¿Qué te dice quien no ve? Sólo un número confirma.
Quien no ame nada firma, todo un cheque en mora es.

El amar es consignar, un valor que se ha otorgado.
Todo aquel que hubo amado, algo dio por un querer.

Es empeñarse, como prenda, por debajo del valor.
Sepan bien que el amor, vale más que tener.

¿Quién anhela en esa suerte, dar pérdida en la ganancia?
Sólo pierde la distancia, aquel quien invirtió bien.

Amar en consignación, es apostarle a la vida
y se borran las heridas, si se quiere con amor.

El azar y los imprevistos, son partes de ese negocio
¿Y quién quiere por divorcio? La moneda del infortunio.

Amar es consignar abonos a la fe, no descuentos.
Dar no es forzar los resultados, sino los aportes.

El amor es una inversión que, primeramente, se consigna.
Las ganancias no son la meta, sino el arte del negocio y,
por pérdida, ganamos experiencias que capitalizan...

¡Teme allí!... Quién no consigne su amor.

A.T.

miércoles, 22 de mayo de 2013

Stop my fall



I´m sick of being alone.
Eternally lost without you.

Come on! Let me in.
There´s no time
I should be in.

Open your eyes
Why can´t you see?
It´s my time
I want you hear.

Come!
Come on, my dear
Stop my faults
I want you here.

Stop my fall
Can´t I draw near?

Oh! Please!
Come on!
Let me be dear.

There´s no more time,
darkness begins.

I want you shine
I let you in.

Stop my fall.
This being alone
makes me feel sick.

Stop my fall
I let you in.

Break all these chains
Let´s take a break.

You´ve made me feel
my missing piece.

Stop my fall
and love me all.

Stop my faults!

You´ve shed new life
and peace in me.                   

A.T.

Caracas, Venezuela
Jan 9, 2013 (Edited May 2013).

jueves, 9 de mayo de 2013

Am I forgiven?


I´m just checking a site for dating and meeting (those that are "Christians", but using some fake profiles) and I read this:

"...He should be involved in a Bible believing Church, be kind, understanding, loving, be spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically fit. He should not smoke, drink, use drugs, or be divorced."

Quickly I felt we have the right to say our truth and what we expect from others IF WE PLAN TO MAKE A LIFE TOGETHER, but we sometimes become a judge and ask MORE THAN WE´RE GIVING IN... (God forgave us, but we´re harder than HE IS).

Let´s say I´m healed, and it´s lawful to expect certain good things I want others to be or do, while I AM doing nothing to make it happens (even in my own family).

I could say I´d like to re-marry. I could say I regret ALL MY MISTAKES and those failures that led me to divorce, but I could critize the bias some of US have to ACCEPT OTHERS the way they are TO HELP THEM to 
the ones they could be.

I know the reasons I have to avoid fat people, drinkers or smokers (all know what each avoid) but publishing and ad banning those who are fat, ugly, rich-poor will stop any to interact, to draw near and befriend... How come will I share a bit (a byte) of my tiny love?

I can say "I don´t want to marry a woman who has been in jail", but WHO AM I? since all my sins DESERVE PUNISHMENT, even death penalty.

Allow me to laugh! ( 
 ) Some of us are afraid. Afraid to love, to accept people (the way they are). We are afraid! Even to leave a tiny line of comment under some posts, blogs or simple isolated prayers.

I´m thankful most of the people I´ve read (here) are not like F.B. or twitters... 

lunes, 1 de abril de 2013

Te esperaré


 

Nunca más cruzados brazos
Cana, negra, blanca o fea.
Te buscaré dónde te vea,
Como amor en mi regazo.

Te esperaré.
Sanaré la herida junto a la mía.
Te ansiaré, cual mañana busca un ocaso
Como amor vejado, hecho pedazos
En lo que diste a otro, y no fue mío…

Te desearé,
Como la noche suspira otra luna,
Como sueños, en desnudos lazos,
Como amor, fresco y sin rechazo,
Ávido de ti: Mi pecho te ansía.

Mis brazos tibios, te declaman
Buscando tonos de alegría;
Te honraré, como los que aman,
Hasta ese minuto, y último día.

Te buscaré,
Como quien larga la espera;
En hallar todo, de la nada;
¡Cómo quiero que me quieras!
y que seas tú, mi amada.

Te esperaré, antes del fin de mis días.
Te buscaré como la noche a sus mañanas.
Cada minuto, que permitas,
Para que sepas quien te ama (si tienes ganas).

Aunque tu mundo yazga en pedazos,
Te buscaré y no estoy vacío...
Si tu amor se ha roto en retazos,
Sana conmigo, sin desvaríos.

Te esperaré
Te aguardaré
Marchemos juntos a otra vida:
Si hay amor, siempre hay salida.

Te esperaré y te buscaré…
Amar siempre fue mi decisión.
Sí he fallado (y me han fallado)
No hace mella a mi ilusión.

Te buscaré, te esperaré:
Amar es mi decisión.
Y, si el pasado me quitó vida,
Quizá mañana halla emoción.

Te deseo en la dicha y la desdicha.
Así vivas el todo, sin apostar nada.
¿Qué sería de uno el hombre?
Si cada uno no viere a Amada.

Parezcan los sueños rotos,
¡Eso no es vida! Ni era nada.
Te espero en la desdicha,
Cuando estés desilusionada.

Y, quizá, más allá,
Más lejos que esta aurora,
Se comprenda al decidir,
Que el amarse no se  implora.

Soñar no cuesta nada,
Y el amar lo pide todo.
¿Seré yo a quién tú ansiabas?
Y sin querer, viví a mi modo.

Te buscaré, te esperaré,
Tras los colores de la vida.
Te llamaré, te soñaré;
Y que se sanen las heridas.

¡Te esperaré!
Como busca el agua la tierra seca.
¡Te buscaré!
¡Te esperaré!

Como el río fluye al mar.
Como la arena rueda a su orilla
Como el cielo sostiene a las aves
Como la vida clama más vida.

Que tu dios no sea pagano,
Para que mi sueño no sea en vano.
Te esperaré
Te soñaré…

Como al rocío de cada día
Que viste a las mañanas;
Como el amor -en juventud-
Que va de a poco, a las entrañas.

Te desearé como la noche,
Desnudo, ya sin nada;
Amor fresco en tu regazo,
Ávido, de la deseada.

Y al final de mis días,
Te esperaré si tienes ganas;
Cada minuto, que permitas,
Para que sepas quien te ama.

A.T.             Octubre 2012 y Marzo 2013

miércoles, 12 de diciembre de 2012

Mundo Egoista

Hace algún tiempo he pensado de un modo egoísta. Por lo general, solemos decir: “¿Por qué a mí?” en casi cualquier situación que me resulte adversa, incómoda, injusta,  y desagradablemente tolerable.
No hace muchos años, mientras tomaba algo de comida en una panadería, luego de predicar en una plaza pública, se me acercó un hombre en una silla de ruedas y, como es mi costumbre, no me sentí nada cómodo. No tanto por que me pidan dinero, sino por lo inoportuno a la hora de que uno mismo trate de “medirlo”, a modo de que alcance para una y otra cosa, pues, a los “ricos” también les falta el dinero…
El hombre, una vez que me incorporé y sobrepuse a la importunidad (no tiene otro modo de mendigar) comenzó a contarme su “historia”:
En su momento –me decía- era el tipo de persona que sometía al que le viniera en gana. Consumía alcohol, drogas y, el momento que quisiese, peleaba y golpeaba y, según me dijo, más de una vez golpeó a su propia madre.
Su historia, quizá, no es peor que cualquier persona de barrio o de vecindario, pero era la suya y, por la expresión, dudo que fuera un cuento para sacarme otra moneda (él ya sabía que no cedería). Su situación, incómoda como uno puede observar, no podría ser peor: Una sonda para la orina y otro artificio para que los excrementos fluyan (así que su olor “natural” le apesta a él mismo).
Según su relato, él mismo resentía la mala vida que le daba a su madre (y no me atreví a preguntar quién se encargaba del resto de su aseo personal, el cambio de su ropa, baño, etc., etc.).
Una situación como esa te mueve a la reflexión.
¿Caminas?
¿Puedes valerte por ti mismo o dependes de otros para comer o hacer tus necesidades?
En ese particular –el de las necesidades- uno puede pensar: ¿Es amado? ¿Qué mujer lo “atiende” como hombre? (y es notable que huele “distinto” y -de la cintura hacia abajo- pues, sus extremidades no son como las mías o las tuyas).

Ese hombre, anónimo hasta el momento que se aparece en su silla de rueda, tiene un nombre y un pasado que debe atormentarlo. Su recuerdo, el día de hoy, vino a mi memoria tal y como debía volver a cada uno de nosotros cuando somos egoístas, pero DESAGRADECIDOS.
En cierta medida, me parece, no está bien el conformismo que se parece al abandono, a la desidia y, si se nos permite, un grado de aspiración –al mejoramiento- no es malo, sino, positivamente alentador y bueno. Sin embargo, cuando pensamos: “No me lo merezco” –tal vez- deberíamos considerar situación mucho más difíciles que las nuestras, mismas que no sabríamos aceptar y, en caso de no aceptarlas (como humanamente la mente se negaría a aceptar) conviene valorar, un poco, los bienes que tenemos versos a esos que otros no tienen.
Muchas veces, en medio de mi desagradecimiento, mi egoísmo, he tenido que pesar la realidad de otros, versus a las mías:
·         ¿Mendigo?
·         ¿Inspiro lástima para lograr un beso o un abrazo?
·         ¿Mi trabajo es dignificante?
·         ¿Soy apreciado (o despreciado) por ser quien soy, o por mendigar -o rogar- esos sentimientos que demando/produzco, y no los merezco?
Hoy -mañana- ignoramos nuestra situación. Hoy tenemos manos, pero no edificamos ni construimos mejores relaciones, trabajos ni amigos.
Hoy, tanto como ayer, podemos abrazar y, por cualquier clase de circunstancia, nos veremos limitados o privados de abrazar, decir una palabra constructiva, a esas personas que hoy vemos y, quizá, mañana no volvamos a encontrar ni saber.
Puede que, tal vez, no intentemos hacer nada por el ayer… Hay situaciones que nos hacen creer que no está bien hacer restituciones ni enmiendas… ¡Okey! ¿Y mañana?
Puede que uno no quiera a éste ni a ésta… y ¿si la vemos en silla de ruedas, en una urna? ¿Qué bien le hicimos y qué mal nos produjimos?
De pronto no parezca trascendente, sin embargo, sé que una mano afectuosa, una palmadita en la espalda (verdadera y genuina) pueda cambiar muchas cosas –incluso- salvar vidas.
NO puedo decidir sobre nada del aspecto de la vida de otras personas.
No puedo decidir lo q haré mañana, pero –en cierta medida- sí puedo hacer lo que haré, a partir de hoy…

A.T.       Nov 15, 2012