Wedding Congratulations In Spanish

She laughed, and drank white wine ... is safe from herself.
laughed, drank, listened and laughed.
and watching ...

and reveled in the eyes of all,
were all bright lights,
and everything was funny. Funny

hear the laughter, comments
dirty words, insults, propositions,
hot looks, the desire of others,
drooling, slobbering all ...

And at times I felt shame, but then walked away from it the feeling of shame.
Everything was so familiar, so familiar, so dirty, so libidinous, so disgusting.

felt nauseous.
Was it the wine? was the wine itself, but also the disgust of the conversation.
wanted mourn, but the river once again, was drunk.
always drunk to handle the situation, handling silent
hot words, morbid about her body ...
recalled his double life.
Who would have thought, at work no one would believe ..

looked around near her, her love,
know this part of his life, again
shame. Embarrassment. Shame itself.
front of his beloved, and drunk, and laughing and listening to the words of other mouths,
wide-eyed, the trenchant language, taunting of sick minds, minds
degenerate minds promiscuous ...
And his beloved as a spectator of the most pathetic and sordid spectacle.
nausea. Damn sick. The

music plays in the background, follow the laughter and conversation. Looking
and drinking wonders how he has not gone to an asylum ...
How do to keep sane ...
ah! of course, wine. Wine and climbs saves his cup Cheers.
Now there are more eyes that look. Everything is double. Everything is blurry.
better that way. Tomorrow will remember some things ... not all.

3 pm the next day. Nausea
drunkenness, an anthology headache,
a damaged self-image, shame unbearable.
Fear of fear of her lover.
So ...

then assaults,
is insulted,
scratch,
is neglected,
cut,
blamed,
sticks,
kills self ,
refuses itself,
and cries and screams,

then silence, then nothing, then rearm, then drawn the guilt slowly
to leaks, then return to love, then look ahead without shame ...

days, months, morning after morning,
the attempt of each new day, to keep calm and sanity ...
not mad, not mad, not crazy like a mantra.

Once replaced, repaired to the soul, the heart alone,
to love playing his door,
is ready for a new episode,
and everything begins again ...

The horror story does not end.
Groundhog Day.

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Language Changes .. Poetry



I feel necessary to change or transform certain "forms" of saying things or thinking, to step to the complete happiness.

In this re-signify the way in how we live and how we interact, I will share some phrases and poems, which from the context of Biodanza, can be modified to completely change its meaning.




1. few months ago, someone told me to 'make sacrifices for the couple ":

" Over time, the feeling of pain by having sacrificed something of themselves by a demand for the other, grows, and multiplies the feeling of having been disloyal and treacherous to himself. Sooner or later this will be criticized the other "remember that I sacrificed this for you" and the like. And the feeling of resentment and hatred and even rejection after the other, they grow up. Then there is all this innocent people, who suffer the consequences of something that does not have the slightest idea, come infidelities, the screams of aggression ...
is not what I want for my children, is not what I want for my companion, that's not what I want for myself. "

MANIFESTO himself, but with some" minor modifications "

" Over time, the feeling of pain not been able to of sacrificing himself with a need for another , grows, and multiplies the feeling of having been disloyal and treacherous with who you say you love . Sooner or later this will be criticized by other "remember that you were not able to take this for my" and the like. And the feeling of resentment and hatred and even rejection after the other, they grow up. Then there is all this innocent people, who suffer the consequences of something that does not have the slightest idea, come infidelities, the screams of aggression ...

... that's not what I want for my children, is not what I want for my partner, is not what I want for myself. "

2. At the same time I heard something like this (poem Gestalt):

"I am me, you are you
you in yours, I mine,
're not here to meet my expectations,
and I'm not here to meet yours,
if we will be beautiful,
if not, can not be helped "

Now the change is not of my creation, I owe it to Rolando Toro:

" I am you , You are I
you as my I as yours , you
here to meet my expectations
and hopefully I can meet yours,
if we will wonderful
if not, is a disaster "

Then I have much more clear what you want, from what I NO.

I do not selfishness, I do not want
individualism
Delivery not want love.
take

to thank the Biodanza Rolando and the wonderful feeling I'm not alone, I'm not I only including human encounter as a poem ...

And the angels who accompany me ..

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"What is poetry ?, Say while nailed into my pupil your blue pupil.

What is poetry! And you ask me? Poetry
you. ..

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Closing ... 10 step

Desarraigo.
I look at my house. Alone. Sometimes dark, others bright.
always at peace.

First step: I wash the clothes
.. all.
Sheets, towels.
spaces need to clean, eliminate odors and flavors.

What is not understood,
is that is will not get "the dirt"
only draw energy from one another,
no longer live in my home, my life, my heart.

Second step:
clean and tidy bathroom. Eliminated
toothbrushes that do not belong to me,
shaving cream, deodorant, dental floss.
appear conquered new space is not my mess.
There will be time for that.

Third step: The
photographs. Perhaps this is the hardest part.
are so many memories and illusions that reflects our faces,
that part hurts.
that will not burn or break.
I have no value for that. Only
sack of view. I keep them in another place outside the home.
Why? I do not know. Perhaps
that years later, his heart more spare
have the courage to get rid of them permanently.
The excuse I have is that the pictures are not just us.
There are also family, friends and others who want to remember. But I have
clear that they are just excuses.

Step Four:
Clean the study. Saco
books that are not mine,
notes with other letters, journals
personal development that does not interest me
notes of a career that I studied, but almost
judging from all the sleepless nights, all texts I read,
all jobs in which I participated.

Step Five:
Pantry.
Sort, clean, throw all that I do not drink,
eliminate what I like about what there is.
A legacy: good food.
thanks: the vegatarianismo.
course not so extreme. There is no national holiday pies.
I have no problem with exceptions. I'm not militant.

Step Six: Cut
to what unites us yet. No more self
borrowed
no more calls or emails,
no more conversations about nothing.
Each with your choice ...
And mine is far from what is hurting me,
and that includes the proximity of a being that pertecene to the past.

Step Seven: Clean
routine.
This does not hurt, but it costs. Fill
shared moments that are now empty. Grin
of loneliness and to welcome to friends. Schedule
weekends, holidays and evenings of entertainment, not to give space
nostalgia.
"Longing for what?
of everyday life, the feeling of Sunday afternoon,
in pajamas, sharing ... I do not know, maybe just
home. The report
time daily working lunches
families, leisurely breakfast on Saturday.
beginning to understand that one is contained in the other
too often.

Eighth step: Clean
mental.
suddenly discover that she was not ill, or neurotic.
That I can sing, because I like
without fear that another bothersome.
That I can speak my mind without fear of being disqualified,
I can show affection without fear of abuse.
Suddenly, I find that I am quite proud of me, I do not want to change
,
because I have nothing to be different from what I am.
Because I like the way I am.
does not need a psychologist to try to convince me of something
do not believe.
That break was an act of survival, self-care
have to be healthy and be strong, to make a decision.

Ninth step: Clean
emotional.
I release myself and wipe my heart.
of pain, heartbreak, bounce.
I wash my wounds, I do not disloyalty, and love by halves.
not my language, and I do not understand it hurts.
Perhaps, this cleanup is the most important of all.
tears I clean, I clean my need to flee,
clean me the feeling of being a tiny point of no value.
clean I feel abused and frightened girl.
I clean the ironies of overlapping attacks.
And I find that I am friendly, lovable, desirable, cuddly,
more than I ever imagined.
And I find that I like, and I would not settle for less.

Tenth step:
I prepare.
Because life goes on, I prepare.
This time, rather than mourn, my net patch, patch
my soul, and get ready for love.
I have something to offer who knocks at my door ...
I want to discover and experience love, freely
without wounds of the past without fear, or resentment.
I prepare, because I realize the world is full of people
lovable, kind, desirable,
that I understand what loyalty, love, for companionship.
Because what I heard so many times that nobody would want me as much as ...
or finding it was not better than someone else ...
Not true.
So I prepare.

... fix my hair, I look in the mirror, I do mimes,
smile because it is the beginning ...

"Total ... everything is beginning in the mountains"