Star Sacerdotise - Thoughts and Poetry
Monday, September 06, 2004
Happyness
Once I was told that we don't miss people, we miss the moments we had with them. Actually, we love what we lived and not those with whom we shared life.
Happyness is inside us and not in our loved ones.
Think of it..
Sunday, September 05, 2004
"Everybody's Free (to Wear Sunscreen)"
[Baz Luhrmann]
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year- olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Mayber you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody's else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Dont' be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will Look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
[Baz Luhrmann]
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year- olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Mayber you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody's else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Dont' be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will Look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Shadow
I became a shadow...
I don't recognize the exact moment my light vanished
Faded as a canddle blown
In an ordinary anniversary.
Then I remained to your light's flavour
Deppending to exist disguised on walls
And floors and ceilings of the world
Following your steps
And even adoring you with all my heart
My soul need to travel streets and pathways
By your side not dragged by you
And lightless I stumble on the way
Fall on sidewalks waiting to be held
Searches to relight in you my extinguished heart
I became a shadow...
I don't recognize the exact moment my light vanished
Faded as a canddle blown
In an ordinary anniversary.
Then I remained to your light's flavour
Deppending to exist disguised on walls
And floors and ceilings of the world
Following your steps
And even adoring you with all my heart
My soul need to travel streets and pathways
By your side not dragged by you
And lightless I stumble on the way
Fall on sidewalks waiting to be held
Searches to relight in you my extinguished heart
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Sweet
Sweet taste of you
Lay down to my troath
And into me it stays
Sweet smell of you
Enters my soul and my senses
Dizzing me all the way
Your signs always awake me
Sweet taste of you
Lay down to my troath
And into me it stays
Sweet smell of you
Enters my soul and my senses
Dizzing me all the way
Your signs always awake me
You
I won't be mistaken,
Cos I love your voice and your touch,
And everybody will know it,
Will hear it,
As I'll scream it to the world.
I won't be broken,
Cos you love me as I do love you,
And you'll respect my disclosure
Will stand by me as I jump
As I'll lay myself in your arms.
I won't be forgotten,
Cos I will leave my scars in your heart,
And you'll need me to kiss them,
Will call for my arms to embrace you
As I'll stay always by your side.
I won't be mistaken,
Cos I love your voice and your touch,
And everybody will know it,
Will hear it,
As I'll scream it to the world.
I won't be broken,
Cos you love me as I do love you,
And you'll respect my disclosure
Will stand by me as I jump
As I'll lay myself in your arms.
I won't be forgotten,
Cos I will leave my scars in your heart,
And you'll need me to kiss them,
Will call for my arms to embrace you
As I'll stay always by your side.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Mask
She was scared. Scared of the distance he created, as they have never been lovers. On his voice, no trace of care. Not a sign of feelings. No hate, no love. Just indifference.
How could he be so cold? Can anyone wipe away a lover as autumn leaves? His attitude hurt deep in her heart, a wounded heart with so many unhealed scars.
The only explanation she found was pain. There must be a hidden pain, as huge as hers, leading him to that path. Indifference emerged as he sensed a single trace of pain’s possibility.
Mask. A mask to be wore whenever it was necessary, to veil the pain. To be used to hide the tears from the image on the mirror.
She was sure the fear will pass. Same will happen with his pain. One day, masks and wounds would have no place. Both would overcome the past, and will build a live with true love as keystone.
Hours on the clock
According to Einstein, time is relative. And you have to know nothing about quantum physics to agree with him.
If you want to think that only because the hands of the clock move always in the same pace, lives goes on at the same rhythm, there are two possible explanations. Either you are not realizing what’s going on around you, or your life is a one stand routine.
The chronology of relationships has nothing to do with the time you have been together, but is closely related to the intensity of what you live. You can have more moments together in a month to be remembered than people who have spent half a life in a marriage. You can make love ina a year more times than couples that are celebrating their silver wedding. It’s a matter of tunning. Vibration. Molecules. Quantum Physics.
Are we capable of keeping this going on, that’s the question. Better than this. Can we make it even better, instead of let the same time that built things, take them away?
All I know is that I live deeply.
And that’s why I love Einstein.
According to Einstein, time is relative. And you have to know nothing about quantum physics to agree with him.
If you want to think that only because the hands of the clock move always in the same pace, lives goes on at the same rhythm, there are two possible explanations. Either you are not realizing what’s going on around you, or your life is a one stand routine.
The chronology of relationships has nothing to do with the time you have been together, but is closely related to the intensity of what you live. You can have more moments together in a month to be remembered than people who have spent half a life in a marriage. You can make love ina a year more times than couples that are celebrating their silver wedding. It’s a matter of tunning. Vibration. Molecules. Quantum Physics.
Are we capable of keeping this going on, that’s the question. Better than this. Can we make it even better, instead of let the same time that built things, take them away?
All I know is that I live deeply.
And that’s why I love Einstein.
Vastness
I lie sleeping over you. You take me in your arms, caressing me. Shelter me and kiss me. I dream.
I dive in your distant stare and I drown. Sensations, waves made of long deep words that carry all my happiness weight. I look at you and I’m never tired of seeing your thoughts flowing to me. Vibrations of care.
To swim in your love, we reach the shore. Survivors.
Survivors from a world, we found each other on the vastness of an ocean of faces and shadows. We recognize each other and we join.
My body shakes as I think of your kiss. I want you always in me.
I lie sleeping over you. You take me in your arms, caressing me. Shelter me and kiss me. I dream.
I dive in your distant stare and I drown. Sensations, waves made of long deep words that carry all my happiness weight. I look at you and I’m never tired of seeing your thoughts flowing to me. Vibrations of care.
To swim in your love, we reach the shore. Survivors.
Survivors from a world, we found each other on the vastness of an ocean of faces and shadows. We recognize each other and we join.
My body shakes as I think of your kiss. I want you always in me.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Twilight Zone
He lives in the Twilight Zone. Does not allow any contact to the outter world, hardly breaths. Arms around his chest as a protection, does not allow himself to love. Fear. He fears what's unknown, possible. Closes himself to the world, so the world cannot hurt him.
From the place he hides, he gets only flashes of love. He does not give himself, neither opens his heart. He leaves behind him smiles, carresses, tenderness, only cause he fears he can't live without them. He thinks that he will not miss what he does not know. In his troubled mind, he imagines he had loved once, when he tried to take a glance outside the Twilight Zone. He is mistaken. All he had was a breath of love, a subtle taste of feeling. He is tied inside a coccon made by himself, from where he controls his tiny universe.
He gives up before trying, he can't take the risk. Fear. Relationships bound, bounds are bridges, and bridges can be taken by imaginary armies, that can destroy his false security.
Fear. He thinks that the real world can be touched by hands. That what you get is what you see. World made of shadows. Never knew what true love means.
Maybe someday he will dare to chalenge this fear, stepping out of the jail he lives in. Then, he will know the pleasure of being taken, invaded, touched.
On this day, the sun will be shinier, and he will look to the stary night as to a blanket of light, and will see beyond. He will see the woman who will be his love, to whom he will offer himself, not as an enemy to be conquered or feared, but as a trusted friend for the pathway. And the pathway outside the Twilight Zone will have stones and flowers, they won't be relevant. The important thing is that he will be whole and not a secluded specter, wraped in shadows. He will shine as light.
Monday, May 17, 2004
Sunrise
I hear thunders far way, I can feel the storm comming, closer and closer. The sound becomming louder. The unstoppable presence of the rain arrives, waters to clean and carry all tears. My heart needs the rain and welcomes it as guest-of-honor to feast. Thunders are heralds as they announce that the pains will be taken by the waterflow, drowned in the cries of the drying fountain. And it rains, heavily, and it carries all suffering, desilusion, renewing the once lost and confused soul, and thunders growing stronger change the storm into music, feeding ears that seek consolation. And heavy drops fullfill the streets and alleys and cover my feet and soak my body, spreading relief all over me. And for eternal moments, I allow myself to be carressed by the rain, letting go all that hurts and weights. And thunders, as rain, move away, changing tune. And raindrops music from the sky calms the soul, now clean. And the storm goes by, as everything goes, taking with it the tears, the pain, leaving only happyness and hope that feed my most intimate dreams. And in the sky, after thunderstorm, the sun rises and a new raimbow rises with it. My soul smiles happy. A new morning has begun.
Dreams
I dreamt about you last night. And as all dreams, coherence and logic had no place. In my dream, you loved me. Your eyes smiled. The seashore wind blew, uncombing your dark hair. Peace commanded that cold and desert beach.
And I got lost at your smiling glance. And in awhile, I was inside your thoughts and they were calm as the the at the cold and desert beach. We were no loger there. Your arm embraced me in a long and warm hug and couldn't feel the sand on my feet.
Sheets werw everywhere. Your body was melted to the sheets and I could see glances of it melting to my skin. I could no longer see stars and ends among ourselves. I could feel your sweet smell in me and your hands touched all over me. I was surpassed by pleasure, devouring you. And I was plenty of you. Enlaced legs in sintony moved in the same rythim. Your mouth played with my neck, making me bristle. My nails making paths on your back and your heavyness was taking my breath away, and I burned in desire. Your mouth tattoed my breasts, that were desperately begging for more. In the end, souls mirrored in our eyes told we're satisfied. The spreaded sheets testified it. I fell asleep at your side and dreamt and when I woke up, from the dream within a dream, you were sleeping at my side. I went to the windos and saw the sunset and there was no more sea. For a moment, I looked back to the bed and it was not there. In its place, only an empty room. And you were gone. I woke up crying in despair. I don't know how long did it last, but I still have your bites on my breasts. Do you have scratches on your back?
I dreamt about you last night. And as all dreams, coherence and logic had no place. In my dream, you loved me. Your eyes smiled. The seashore wind blew, uncombing your dark hair. Peace commanded that cold and desert beach.
And I got lost at your smiling glance. And in awhile, I was inside your thoughts and they were calm as the the at the cold and desert beach. We were no loger there. Your arm embraced me in a long and warm hug and couldn't feel the sand on my feet.
Sheets werw everywhere. Your body was melted to the sheets and I could see glances of it melting to my skin. I could no longer see stars and ends among ourselves. I could feel your sweet smell in me and your hands touched all over me. I was surpassed by pleasure, devouring you. And I was plenty of you. Enlaced legs in sintony moved in the same rythim. Your mouth played with my neck, making me bristle. My nails making paths on your back and your heavyness was taking my breath away, and I burned in desire. Your mouth tattoed my breasts, that were desperately begging for more. In the end, souls mirrored in our eyes told we're satisfied. The spreaded sheets testified it. I fell asleep at your side and dreamt and when I woke up, from the dream within a dream, you were sleeping at my side. I went to the windos and saw the sunset and there was no more sea. For a moment, I looked back to the bed and it was not there. In its place, only an empty room. And you were gone. I woke up crying in despair. I don't know how long did it last, but I still have your bites on my breasts. Do you have scratches on your back?
