Just Another Door...

Hoy son tantas las cosas que me gustaría decirte , que me quedo sin palabras de tan sólo pensar que sería perder mi tiempo una vez más. Vi tus fotos ... luces tan y tan feliz , que se me hace difícil pensar y ver cómo una persona que en la vida y por años hizo daño , hoy es tan feliz. ¿Será que la vida te perdonó?¿Será que Dios te dió otra oportunidad?... Realmente no lo sé , pero sé que detrás de ésas fotos tan superficiales algo escondes tú. No importa , la vida te hace pagar y aunque yo entienda que hasta que yo no pase ésta página no me perdonaré , Yo confiaré siempre en la justicia divina de Dios. Es un camino largo el que tendré que recorrer , son muchas noches tratando de entender , pero como siempre he dicho "cuando no lo es, jamás lo será..." me resigné a entender que fué mejor así.


Una puerta se abrirá cuando Yo esté lista para abrirla y ése día lograré entender que todo nunca fué en vano...fué sólo la realidad que me tocó vivir. Muchas puertas se abrieron al pasar los años , pero yo sólo  me quedé el la puerta del olvido. Mientras tanto mi camino recorreré , sin mirar atrás , así como me hicistes tú y trataré con el tiempo enterrar en mi corazón lo que un día me hicistes vivir, para así cuando la próxima vez toquen a mi puerta , Yo tan sólo pueda ver las cicatrices de lo que un día me hicistes sin olvidarme jamás de lo que un día pudo ser...
Suerte en Tu camino ... Ya te Perdoné

 

                    

A Very Good Friend...

"Friends are like diamonds, precious and rare, false friends are like pebbles, found everywhere."-Thanks Aidy! 
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In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one...

"A precious thing , Not to be taken for granted..."

In primary school your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you; held your hand as you walked through the scary halls; helped you stand up to the class bully; shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus; saved a seat on the back of the bus for you; knew who you had a crush on and never understood why.
In secondary school your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy their social studies homework; went to that "cool" party with you so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshie there; did not let you lunch alone.
In pre-university your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car; convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded; consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan; found you a date to the prom or went to the prom with you (both without dates); helped you pick a university and assured you that you would get into that university; helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time letting you go.
On the threshold of adulthood your idea of a good friend was the person who was there when you just couldn't deal with your parents; assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything; just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories; and reassured you that you would make it in university as well as you had these past 18 years; and most importantly sent you off to university knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, hold your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!


Thank you for being a friend.
No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us get there.
There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends how much you miss them or how much you love them.
Chen Qin

What Friendship Means To You?

Many people will walk in and out of your life.

But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

To handle yourself, use your head;

To handle others, use your heart.

Friends Anger is only one letter short of danger

If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;

If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas;

Average minds discuss events;

Small minds discuss people.

He, who loses money, loses much;

He, who loses a friend, loses much more;

He, who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,

But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others

You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.

Friends, you and me…

You brought another friend…

And then there were 3…

We started our group…

Our circle of friends…

And like that circle…

There is no beginning or end…

Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.

That is why it is called the present.

(-: Don’t make them disappointed!

Friends are special & should be treated with kindness & respect.

Friends should be trusted & never accused.

Friends should be treasured .

Does friendship mean never having to say you're sorry, or truely feeling sorry when you have made your friend feel bad?

Friendship is not a thing of convenience.

You never abuse your friends, you protect them.

Friends keep secrets.

Friends make you feel secure, not insecure.

Friends are a part of your family.

Friends care.

¿Porqué los Hombres No Aman Como las Mujeres?

Buscando respuestas a mi pregunta , no le pude encontrar una simple contestación ; pero sí encontré más preguntas a mis respuestas.
Pienso que sí deben haber Hombres que amen como las mujeres y si los hay ... son muy pocos. Primero quiero definir cómo ama una mujer , según a mi entender. Cuando la mujer ama de verdad , ama sin medida , ama sin límites , ama sin esperar nada a cambio , ama con el alma , ama con deseo , ama con la verdad , ama con pasión , ama con alegría , ama sin pensar ; pero más que nada , ama con el corazón en contra de la razón...
El Hombre en cambio ama con la razón , sabe cuando hay límites , sabe cuando decir No , sabe cuando escuchar y cuando No ; sabe no tolerar cuando no debe tolerar , sabe que el mundo gira alrededor del sol , sabe que cuando se acabó el amor ... se acabó. En fin , el Hombre sabe cuando su corazón deja de amar y lo peor de todo , sigue su vida como si nada pasó y vuelve amar sin mirar hacia atrás .
Yo me pregunto... ¿De dónde sacan tanta fortaleza y nos dejan amandonos?¿Cómo es que pueden ser hoy lo que no eran ayer?¿Cómo ya hoy no recuerdan lo que un día fué? ¿Cómo es hoy te dejan de amar y ya mañana aman a otra?...
Realmente no lo sé ; no me imagino qué será , según dicen ; un Hombre cuando deja a una Mujer al momento no siente absolutamente nada , pero al pasar más de tres semanas es que comienza a extrañar y es cuando empieza a sentir la ausencia . ¿Será esto cierto? Realmente soy mujer y no lo puedo confirmar . En cambio , la Mujer herida , lo siente al instante , al momento y cómo sufre su ausencia! . Esperando una llamada , esperando que pase por su casa , esperando un perdón sin explicación y quizás nada , sólo volver a empezar. Pero cuando ya pasan más de dos semanas y sin saber de él , a veces no lo es suficiente , pueden pasar meses , días y años . Pasa el tiempo y al corazón herido ya la ausencia no le duele más , aprendemos a vivir y más que nada , aprendemos a vivir en soledad .
¿Porqué una Mujer deja de ser ella por un Hombre? ¿Porqué algunas de nosotras las Mujeres dejamos todo por un Hombre?¿Porqué no podemos entender que sí podemos cambiar el físico de un Hombre , pero jamás su interior?¿Será cierto que el Hombre sí puede modificar su conducta , pero nunca cambiarla? Realmente no lo sé ...    
Son demasiadas mis preguntas y quizás nunca les encuentre la contestación correcta ; hoy ya la mujer no es como ayer , el Hombre ha hecho con el tiempo , que ésta sea fuerte y tenga siempre su sexto sentido alerta . Algunas , luego de que les pagan mal , van en busca de su venganza y practican el dicho "Lo que no es igual , no es ventaja...-ET" ; otras , se quedan aguantando infidelidad tras infidelidad ; otras siguen hacia alfrente sin mirar hacia atrás y otras lo sufren en silencio con deseos de gritar , de actuar , de vivir y de darse a respetar .
En fin , sólo puedo decir que no todos son iguales , pero a la larga o a la corta algunos lo serán ; pero lo que sí estoy segura es que muchas veces sin ellos , no podemos vivir.

From My Backyard

The Caterpillars ... eating the tree

Today I was in the yard of my house ; I had big desires to enjoy the sun ; it was so wonderful today , after it has been raining all week. To my surprise, I noticed that my favorite tree had been invaded by caterpillars and worst of all ... had eaten must of the leafs and the beautiful white flowers. I began to think and understand that those caterpillars with dark colors and bright yellows details, which later will be converted into beautiful butterflies needs to eat and to be prepared to next step in their life. The tree leafs' will grow again and the caterpillars will become free butterflies. 
This reminded me , that is just like in life as I compared them like the colon cancer that my mother suffers from that today and throughout this recovery process, thanks to chemotherapy. To my understanding the cancer is so, once it arrives is like eating you ; goes on and on until you realize that something is wrong in your body or the Doctor gives you the awfull news. This is why I compares the cancer with them , and the caterpillars have already been fought and the beautifull butterflies have taken a big step in life. They later fly aimlessly and are free in life ...

This is a Beautifull Orchid

This is the way My Mother feels today ... free , with increasing difficulty that gives the chemoterapy , but rather positive because this process soon be over. Perhaps , they don't have nothing in common (caterpillar & cancer) but , I do it in a symbolic way. She had her chemoterapy today and is the number five and are 12 in total. She is strong, and today came with a little discomfort, but she said that she feels blessed, because the chemoterapy has given her a big hungry and I take it as fairly positive.




The caterpillars can be like that I think , a cancer that is eating you inside, but the butterflies, make me think that this is how is this cancer in my Mother ;in process of change to make her free! Not to make her life difficult during this difficult process ; Is the way to let her live 60 years more.
Mother I love you and thank you for the gift that you give me everyday of having you next to me.

A Beautifull "Trinitaria" Tree

lizlebron8@msn.com

                                                                                                                                         

If I see You Again...

Today I woke with a desire to learn, eager to understand ... To live without you, miss you not more in my absence ...

Even if you forget and you no longer want to see, even strange yesterday, although I do not want to have ... A thousand words are what you would say, but only I will tell ... I do not want to see you again ...

Another year passed without see you again... but you think you can even tell me ... and while I die here in the spring, summer, in autumn or winter ... You will not know I exist, to live no more inside of you ...

Think that you passed around here, brings me back to you, without you in my life without you in my sleep ... I saw you from my dreams without ever suffer for you ... dreaming that I loved you ... dreaming that one day I will have you again ...

By Liz Lebron

Living Happy ... But Lonely ...

Yeah… Happy but Lonely … when you stay with someone for many years , this is what happen next . You need to understand to be alone , love yourself and learn to be only with yourself. Happiness…I never meet that Guy ; I only met problems . Many years of understanding why a person can say I love you , but never loyal to you. You say faithfull and he is thinking to be unfaithfull … Always alone waiting for a word , but the word never came up , but the loneliness always there.


I learned that you can’t be happy until you accept yourself in the lonliness ; no matter what , no matter how many years ; you need to love yourself first .

By Liz Lebron

A Memory Left In Oblivion...

Remember, forgotten memories ... What happened? I still do not know. You smell ... Where is it? ... These are things that happened and never return. How I forgot, if I only offered him my love? Why did not I think if I went the most important thing in your life? ... Sad bitterness Where does? ... If, today left me in oblivion.

I remember more, no happiness and you think about it ... Who made you forget who taught you to dream? ... They're just illusions that gladden the heart are bypassed love, without going into the reason ... Could it be that you lack love? No ... my mind remembers the love, but yours recoincide in the illusion of new love ...

I can say you forgot, you do not remember any more ... The heart does not lie, it knows the truth. Conscience betrays and hurts the feelings with reason. In contrast, the heart helps to remember with love ...

See? Today you can not remember, I remember you hand every moment, every minute, every second ... Time changes, but as usual, but instead you changed it, leaving all they had in you ... My memories, I thought were unforgettable for you, but it was so dead inside you, so leave me, sinking into oblivion ... ..

By Liz Lebron

My Great Truth...

Time goes by, night falls ... Darkness conceals, lost light. Today I am here and you? Where are you? ... You there and I'm here without you. Everywhere you look, the more I listen only your name and not your heart. There is space, but there is no forgetting. I dream of having you, I dream of kissing, the night falls, I find myself alone and on opening my eyes I see shadows of what was. I want you to understand, that I understand my heart. Many things seem surprising, but the meaning of this are the beats of my love. The words are fast, but their meanings are eternal ... The heart is restless, but their desires are so desperate to feel immense. Love is still and is waiting for you by whom.
They will spend days, nights, rain and darkness especially does not matter, because although the sun off, love will shine and will not allow everything that my heart is dying in eternity ...


You see roses, is seeing stars, you see love and above all is to see my heart happy. Although you do not understand everything I feel for you, want you to know that even if people object or when your heart is the word impossible, I will be thinking that God will help me get what I most desire. Anyway ... despite tears overflow my eyes, I want you to know that my desire and love are immense but do not accept our love and my love for you, I'll try to make do with love in my silence ... ..

By Liz Lebron

Dream He Loves Me...

How beautiful is love and be loved! What a joy it is to dream and be dreaming! How deep is to feel and be felt! ... Loving is not just love, is to understand, feel deeply and have always in need with a sigh that smell essence of passion. Yes, sigh, a sigh that makes you feel most beloved person to be the happiest on the earth. It continually remind minute by minute second by second, in my soul so eager to love, to feel, to have you. It's not just a sigh, but have you in my arms and feel your body next to mine, and your warmth beside me for support, so that sublime desire, be more happy that my sentence ...
Siren is my best punishment; feel my heart stirs and beats for you, is my favorite food, touch and caress your body and feel that you're mine is soñarte between large sheets of immense passion.
Your love, the most sacred, the largest one ever have imagined .... You only have you .... only if you're not next to me but the sun fails to shut down and out and all the rain clouds disappear without being able to exist ...

By Liz Lebron

When I Saw You From...

A beating heart,
heart hurt
I lost my senses,
when I saw you from ...

And though the words were many
I meant that you
most did not go to a cold goodbye
because your love died
by not having me ...

The warmth of your embrace I felt,
when you despedistes me,
with a simple goodbye
out of me ...

How I suffered when I saw you leave,
how I cried to the knowledge and understanding
never have you again ...

How much I cried,
How much I missed you ...
Years will pass,
and still miss you ...

And no matter the suffering of my heart,
because here I only command,
life knows how much I loved you,
and you never will be more understanding ...

I loved you and how much I hated you,
was only love,
just know,
that was on yesterday ...

And although my eyes were closed forever,
knowing that I shall never see,
but one thing I am sure,
never my love,
I'll never have ...