Vital Signs And Head Injury

Friends! Wrote not long ago, but yesterday came the inspiration to me and grabbed it seems harder now, so here I leave a little poem I just wrote. As data "curious" I will say that I lasted exactly two hours to write it. I hope you like it! Remember! Any criticism, opinion, comment is accepted! :)


Re-birth
Chaves Jimenez Fabiola

Worms
that fed my soul,
have died.
And my skin is then regenerated.
Clean water gives life to my soul and fire

the rottenness that was building up inside me.

scary I managed to move my hands, and enable
my vision;
stabilize my thoughts wander
and with reason.
I managed to overcome one of many fears,
in love with a dream,
committed my desires.

learned in solitude, where no

opinion of others trying to control my actions;
where dialogue is possible only with God. Dialogue
able to change a route,
to dispel the confusion.

I decided, with a firm step,
forget my childhood fancies,
denying the insipid abundance
looking little authenticity.

've been born again, I'm back to believing
fall and I have learned to heal my wounds
And I understand that simplicity is
the pleasure of living

Tattoo Above Pubic Area

The sweet taste of an exquisite woman - García Márquez

Hello!

Lately I've been too busy with college, and did not have time to write. I have like 5 tickets means (barefoot? XD). But I do not want to leave my blog into oblivion (too late ... xD) So here I share a piece of García Márquez that I came in the mail and I really enjoyed ... :) Hope you enjoy q! :)

THE SWEET TASTE OF A WOMAN DELICIOUS

(by Gabriel García Márquez)

If you have has not passed the knife on your skin,

if you have silicone implants in some part of your body,

rolls if not will generate trauma,

if you've never suffered from anorexia,

if your size does not affect your personal,

if when you go to the beach prefer to have fun at sea and not on a towel for hours

if you think Fidelity is possible and practical,

if you know how to prepare a rice

if you can prepare a full meal with dessert,

if your priority is not to be blond at all costs,

if you get up at 4:00 am to get to the gym first,

if you go to gym clothes quiet street on a Sunday, without a drop of makeup on her face ...

ARE IN ROUTE OF EXTINCTION ... You're a fine woman!

An exquisite woman is not that which most men have their feet

but one that has only one that really makes you happy.

A beautiful woman is not the youngest, or thinner, or the one with smoother skin or hair more striking;

is one that with just a frank and open smile, with a light touch and good advice can be happy life.

A valuable woman is not one that has more titles, no more academic positions; An exquisite woman is not the most ardent (though ask me, all women are very hot ... and we are out of focus are the men);

but it vibrates to make love only with the man she loves. An interesting woman is not one that is flattered to be admired for its beauty and elegance, is one strong woman of character to say NO.

AND MAN ... DELICIOUS MAN is one that values \u200b\u200ba woman.

That is proud to have her as a partner ...

Who knows virtuous touch as a musician playing his beloved instrument ...

Struggling to his side sharing all his roles, from washing dishes and hanging clothes, to give back massages and care she lavished upon him before ... The truth, fellow men, is that women in that of being "macho" bring us great ride ...

What fools we have been and are-when we appreciate the "gift" only the shine of your package ...!


Tonto thousand times foolish man who eats shit in the street, taking a delicacy at home.

Gabriel García Márquez

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Something like a story (yet I have not named)

My thoughts visited me while trying to sleep. Seconds, minutes, hours, and doubts exceeded this fatigue. With a mediocre light and broken that old notebook where I used to write my poems, I used to put my thoughts in the hope that from my mind for the rest of the night.
always thought that writing and lyrics were ridiculous, until I found them an infinite world where escape when I feel lonely, sad, angry and even happy. It was like a conversation, without the need for someone else knew of madness in which he meditated. Writing had become my favorite pastime.
With few years of life, could not understand why my parents had to live in different places, why could not see my father more often. But when I grew a few more years, so I was wondering why they left such an important decision to be guided by emotion and not reason. His last whim had me in jail without output, which increased my confusion, my doubts.
always wanted to know how it felt to have a large family, sitting at the breakfast table and share our dreams. But all I hear every morning were the cries of my mother complaining. Is it my fault was his impatience and conflicts with my father? Claims fell over me as if I had decided to come to this world on my own, as if he wanted to be a burden to my mother. I was just your responsibility.
My mother never gave me a hug, and never was interested in how I felt. Only cared about me and home food. Still involved with that strange looking man, which always had fear, just because being in his presence made me feel the hypocrisy that accompanied the malice of his soul. But what could I do?
Our house was big, but I never felt comfortable in it. It was full of extravagant ornaments, costly and somber paintings and large sculptures. That even had rooms were busy and a beautiful garden, where I preferred be. However, the silence of the day made me feel closer to the solitude and indifference of my mother hurt me more and more without my noticing.
never had many friends, but once I met a girl that changed my life forever and she felt the joy that was absent in my life for many years. He was compassionate, loving, sincere and beautiful. Her long, wavy black hair caught my attention the first time I saw her, but her eyes made me want to be with her forever. I remember those beautiful evenings orange, where the mere fact of contemplating nature painted me a sincere smile in the midst of sorrow that surrounded me.
dark Every moment, she was my light, was the person who transmitted me peace and caused me to want to fight for the few dreams that I had.
At that time, I do not know much about religions and things complicated, but the persistence of it I went to that path. She attended a church that I could never understand, was different from those he had visited before and had vowed never to return.
not follow God thought it would help me in my life, but from the moment I agreed to get involved with God, my life seemed to be improving. I learned that my parents should forgive and move on and all my other problems seemed to burn like paper and vanish like smoke.
However, the change characterizes the world struck back my happiness.
One day something clear, we walked to the bridge that led to the other city. A soon to another, she began to talk about the colors and what they meant, I said he liked the white and hated gray. And while talking as he always did, the felt a little uneasy this afternoon, but did not pay much attention. When I got home after saying goodbye to her, I noticed an off-white paper in my coat. It was his letter was a farewell note. Without explaining in detail why that was the last time you see her.
She was always my support and certainly the tears turned to my days when I felt depressed and she was not beside me.
After leaving, my life was filled with bitterness again, and there was nobody who could understand me or console me.
As weak human being, I began to blame God for all my conflicts and walked away from him completely discussions with my mother grew and I decided to leave school to work and move to a place far away. Certainly forgave, but hate me again with more intensity than before.
did not know why it happened, at that very moment. Why this urge to fight and improve vanished. So many "why" in my head and no answers.
The years passed and my salary went down quickly. By not completing my studies, I could not get more than enough to pay of debts, the food of the week. Alone, empty, angry, frustrated, powerless and was bitter as he lived. Every morning I woke up without motivation, without something worth fighting for so many years living and thus led me to take the decision. At one point, used in desperation, I thought the only thing I could take a break from all the conflicts of my life was death. And after consulting the solution to my mind, away from sanity in those moments, I decided to act. The simple fact of not having to worry more about my life in the next minutes, I was a bit of tranquility, but still with fear, never thought I would have to plan my own death.
A letter, a farewell, a habit. The hatred of life, to my parents, to myself would be written in a letter. I thought if my mother was aware that it had decided to end my life, would feel guilty and that gave me satisfaction in the last moments of my life. I took a pen and a sheet that had come loose from my old notebook. The words came to mind drunken confusion, trembling pulse affected my writing, but it was already decided.
To my mind came a picture of where I used to be with her. The bridge would end my concerns, my life. My face was expressionless, as if they were going the transition from life to death. My feet were walking toward that infrastructure, high enough to fulfill my desire for suicide, my feet and I walked towards him. Determined
was standing over that insecure about, feeling the wind in my face expressionless, blind with the afternoon sun, breathing the aroma of life for the last time, without hearing the sound of the hurried lifestyle of the city without listening to my annoying thoughts for once, only a few seconds of dying. Distant and unexpected, a sweet voice caressed my ear calling my name. She was. Hope.

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Too many want to change many things, but for now, that's what I have. When it's time, it will edit and finish.

Any criticism, comment or opinion is accepted! Adelante! :)