without judging

Dame:
¡Oh Dios! Un hijo que sea lo bastante fuerte para saber cuándo es débil y lo bastante valeroso para enfrentarse consigo mismo cuando sienta miedo;
un hijo que sea orgulloso e inflexible en la derrota honrada y humilde y magnánimo en la victoria.

Dame:
un hijo que nunca doble la espalda cuando debe erguir el pecho; un hijo que sepa conocerte a ti... y conocerse a sí mismo, que es la piedra fundamental de todo conocimiento.

Condúcelo:
te lo ruego, no por el camino cómodo y fácil, sino por el camino áspero, aguijoneado por las dificultades y los retos, allí déjalo aprender a sostenerse firme en la tempestad y a sentir compasión por los que fallan.

Dame:
un hijo cuyo corazón sea claro, cuyos ideales sean altos, un hijo que se domine a sí mismo antes de pretender dominar a los demás, un hijo que aprenda a reir pero que también sepa llorar, un hijo que avance hacia el futuro, pero que nunca olvide el pasado.

Y después...
que le hayas dado todo esto te suplico entregarle suficiente sentido del buen humor, de modo que puede ser siempre serio, pero que no se tome a sí mismo demasiado en serio, dale humildad para recordar siempre la sencillez de la verdadera sabiduría, la mansedumbre de la verdadera fuerza.

Entonces yo, me atreveré a murmurar: ¡No he vivido en vano!

This is the poetry I once heard, I was in pain, so much emotional pain, I was lost and left alone, I was trapped on a job that kept me away from everything I am now, I was sure this -the one Who I am right now- would never be anymore.
I remember this specifically because not two hours before this very moment someone asked me why I was crying.
"I feel as if the whole world is on my back right now, and is bending me down, I can't see up front anymore..." I sobbed and the guy held me for a second just ot say I was late for work, I needed more than that. "There's no way out of hits right? this is what I'm gonna be ever more..." he kissed me and sent me on my way, I was on my way when on a station I heard a latin radio station and they gave the hour and then in a very grave voice, and very slowly this poem started, I didn't paid atention until this little bit:
"Dame:
un hijo que nunca doble la espalda cuando debe erguir el pecho"
It means:
Gime me:
A child that nevers bend their back when they need to rise its chest
it makes no sense, it'll be like "A child that doesn't bend their knees when needs to walk tall"
and it was like a message, like someone telling me things weren't as bad as I thought.

At the very end it says "dale humildad para recordar siempre la sencillez de la verdadera sabiduría, la mansedumbre de la verdadera fuerza." (make 'em humble to remember simple things, and the calmness of true strenght) right there I started crying, So hard,SO HARD.. I couldn't move, I was late for work that day, but then? then the mill was just dark clouds on my sky and my time there ended, I was back on my path and was not easy, it was never easy... but I was stronger, knowing things will be better from that day.
I heard the same poem today and felt like crying once more.
how far I am from th elost child...

hope my father *if any of them cares enough* get to think I'm not a total waste.




( text )

Caged beast

Pacing back and forth in this tinny cage
Pacing trying to see more than the glimpse of the light
From a small line, breathing hard,
trying in vane not to roar the frustration out
Not even the heart beats on its own normal pace,
‘cause it would be too much for this small space

My head spins dreaming with the well remembered blue of the sky
The swift wind in the meadous, the sun, the freedom
Incaged, one day it woke up and noticed it.
The need the urge to be free again,
How did it happened? When they close the cage?

Wings out on the space, where the creatures still live
Away from the desolation
Away of the missing dream, the numb skin
Something trapped in its chest
Crawling its way out across the spirit

A sigh caught in its troat
The food taste like poison
The air smells like rotten and scum
The mind drifting in dreams of scapes
Complicated, magic ways to get away

Again cold, tired and sad
Again in despair and sorrow
In mild anger in complete rage
In complete frustration in abandon
In a cage a beast is locked


you'll nver believe who's my boss!!! did I ever mentioned the complete idiot I had as intern when I got surgery in march? well if I didn't.. he was complete stupid!! I did my own record, my epicrisis was made by myself too, and NOW , he's my BOSS!! can you believe it? ARGHH!!!
anyway that means i'm ok, and that Dennis will be with me yet again, so is not that bad huh?
let me know what do you think about the poetry.

Kisses