Can You Feel It

Now that the King of Pop is gone, everyone is asking for the favorite song from him. Personally I like Thriller, Bad, Black and White...but there is one that I really like and it is from the Jackson Five. Groovy, but I like the lyrics.

My last 3 wishes.

The last three wishes of Alexander The Great

Finding himself on the edge of death, Alexander called his general and told them his last three wishes:

1.-That his coffin had to be carried on the shoulders of the best doctors of that age.

2.-That all the treasures he had gain on all the conquests (silver, gold, precious stones) where to be scattered on the floor all the way to his tomb, and...

3.-That his hands had to be shown swinging at the wind outside the coffin so that everyone could see them.


One of his general, amazed by the wishes of Alexander, asked him the reasons for such thing.

Alexander explained him:


1.-I want the best doctors of this age to carry my coffin to show them that don't have the power to cure death

2.-I want the ground to be cover with all my treasures so everyone can see that all the wealth I have conquered will remain here.

3.-I want my hands to be swinging at the wind to show all the people that we arrived to this world empty handed and we will leave empty handed when our time is up.

We take nothing when we die, although I believe that good actions are like a kind of blank check.

Time is the most valuable treasure we had because id limited. We can produce more money, but no more time. When we dedicate time to a person, we are giving a part of our lives we can not recuperate, time we can not take back. The best gift you can give to someone is your time, and is always given to a the ones you care and love, family or friends.

Always smile :)

Tired...really tired..."Morituri te Salutan"

A year ago I was making plans to take another career, to try new things and been able to travel more. Had a steady job, dating... but something happen...to many things that become an avalanche, something I couldn't stop...Now I am in a strange place, among shit and smells...I know many of this my foul, I'm paying for my stubbornness and mistakes...The truth is that I don't know if what I am doing is really going to help...I don't know anymore what is the right thing to do...
Just talk to my mom, told me that my dad has been sick, and that yesterday night another person lost his life in the nonsense violence Juarez is living, just one block from home...
God I feel so useless, so tired of seen the dark of the tunnel, no signs of the light at the end of it...I wish I could do more...feel so lonely...I am tired...really tired..."Morituri te salutan"...

Immigrant Stories

Just one story of many, may not agree with illegal immigration, but they also have their struggles and battles.

Melanie Caruso - Artesia, California

My husband was taken into the custody of ICE in December 2008 and was in jail for almost 2 months before being deported to Argentina. He came here legally in 1994 and was misrepresented in court and ordered deported. He did not leave but instead started a case with a new lawyer to try to undo what the first lawyer did. We met in 2004 and we have two children together that are now 3 and 4 years old. They scream out in the night for their father. My husband has doesn't have a criminal record, he paid taxes, he had health , dental and life insurance. He had a wonderful job. We lost our first home that we purchased, our jobs, our cars...everything. My children and I moved to Argentina but the poverty was so great that my husband unselfishly sent us back to live with my family. He has a 10-year bar and we are trying to get that waived. Please help us by signing the petition. Please help us. Thank you. I ask you to please visit our website: www.bringmarcelobackhome.moogo.com as we are trying to get petitions signed.


More Immigrant Stories here

HELL IN A CELL

If anything I get from my father is the love for wrestling, I once tried it but I guess I was no material for it (El Arkangel was the name I wanted to use), but I still respect the wrestlers in a great way (Long live the Guerrero family). If any match I would like to be part is the Hell in a Cell, of course against the Undertaker. Brutal and can take a whole out of you.

If you think that was brutal see the rest

The Hero in your soul...just more words

"In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that man’s proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserve, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."

Ayn Rand

Is music the Universal Language? Or just another cliche?

Leonard Bernstien explains it in a great way in the prelude to the Beethoven's 9th Symphony "Ode to joy". It does not matter what kind of music you like, you will love this.



If you like it enjoy the other parts.
Part 2


Part 3

LIGHTS THAT NEVER GO OUT

There are lights that never go out
lights that come, lights that go
lights that last, lights that are
shine on the shadows
shine on the grief,shine on the friendship.

They are the lighthouse of night, of day, of life
they are doors of entrance with no exist
light that never go out
light for eternity
shining in secret, they're always shine.

Lights that never go out
candles of time, candles to take with us
tied to our harts, they're always shine
Polish by smiles...yours and mine
a shining suit that wears our hart

Lights that never go out
more clear than crystal
more clear than diamond
hope we knit to our brothers and sisters
to make a suit of friendship that always shine.

Lights that never go out
in search of that smile and soul
that also wants to shine
Light that never go out
and yours will always shine

Light of star, of the sea star
light that carries, takes and gives
essences of your souls
perfumes that illuminate my solitude

Please never go out
If you do
Who will make my soul shine?

35

Well, today I am 35, just wondering what has been of my life. Tough times now, not a clear future, but I have hope. There are many things I wish I could do, become a photographer, travel more, see people I love and care for... but as a good friend told me, for now I have to live by the day... but all I really wish now is for my family to be safe, and for my friends to be happy, so my friends please be happy.
Always smile :)

Enjoy the Song, I love it.

Indigenous Migration and its Challenges

(This was part of a research made recently, this is the sum of many points of view from the indigenous people of Mexico that migrates)

It started with the search of work for the benefit of the families and to improve the conditions of our towns of origin, since the severe economic crisis of the 1980's, which sadly it is not overcome yet.

The number of Mexican Immigrants during this 28 years in the United States is now about 26 million, and it is false that many are returning to their communities as result of the recent economic crisis in the U.S. Migration has helped the economic crisis feel a little less because of the great quantities of money we sent to our families and at the same time help the local, regional and national economies of Mexico.

Immigrants have suffered great violation to our human rights, it has been like that and always be, not only in the US but also everywhere, Europe, Asia, Australia, even Latin America. I am aware that in Mexico migrants suffer from that too, immigrant from Central and South America and other countries on its way to the United States.

I talk about human right violations because every immigrant has to give up them when we chose to move: the right to work freely, to have a roof over our heads, access to health services, education, to move freely inside a country, to have no language barrier, legal assistance, in other words we are ghost, no name faces. Besides that there is discrimination, and police and military persecution. But there is also something we need to make a difference about these rights when we talk about indigenous people, because for them the problems are triple: first because for been indigenous people, second for been immigrants and third for been Mexicans. A great percentage of us are monolingual, we only speak our native language, others are bilinguals speaking the native language and Spanish, but that does not help us because for the ones that live in the U.S. because of the English. The simple fact of not been able to speak in the language of the place we work and live means to be at risk, of suffering many of the common right we want: work, cultural and political.

Despite all, this has not stopped us, we still have our capacity of organization and also to be able to defend ourselves. The new generation of indigenous people that arrived when they were really young or that have been born here are trilingual, they can speak the native language, Spanish and English.

It is important to recognize this great strengths if the indigenous people. The collectivity of our origin town, people, has taught us to do everything together. We have been doing it like that ever since we arrived to the US, organizing us to defend ourselves, keeping alive our traditions and native language, what we are and have been for centuries.

The indigenous people of Mexico has been force to leave our country in search of the human, economic, educational, health and cultural survival. On the economic aspect this has been good, but on other not. As immigrant, indigenous and Mexicans we suffer great challenges. We are suffering from discrimination on both sides of the border because or our native language and we are losing that.

Living in a xenophobic country, insecure of itself, where the dominant cultural view is the one from the white and it ignores the rich cultural compositions that is in it. They talk about assimilation and adaptation but on the way they live and think. All we ask is the respect of our identity.

What negligence can cause...really sad and mad

Mexico day care deaths stir anger at safety rules

Building containing about 142 infants and toddlers had only one exit

HERMOSILLO, Mexico - As the day care swiftly filled with smoke, caretakers, neighbors and parents fought to evacuate 142 children — many of them babies and toddlers — through a single working exit until rescue crews arrived.

No fire alarm or sprinkler system had gone off, and one mother said a second door to the day care was bolted shut and nobody could find the key.

More here

Pictures

Wish

You have believed that you can cover the sun with a finger,
can hold the moon in your hands and play with her,
can touch the wind,
you believe that you can cover the absence with a picture
wishing to be with someone through the imagination
wanting not to hurt the people you love,
without anyone on your side
your smile is just a veil that covers your tears
wishing to break that cage that is holding your soul
to shout that you want to be listen
when you are cover by darkness and silence
sometimes you walk with no direction
wishing to get to someplace
running with hundreds of faceless people
wishing to be touched on the shoulder to say “hi”
but when you weak up in the morning you just think
I wish for you to be here.

Rush Words

In Memory of Manuel, a fallen friend

Here are these rush words in search of a poem.

Between the cries and the silence, there are other things.
But… How to see them through the smokescreen
of the cry, of the false options, of the demands
of the clear voices that the deaf make,
of the lights of the cameras edited on the shadows?

Manuel is death, by day light bullets
-nothing more clear- but the bright explosion of the bullets –
it is said in the dark holes- can only be seen by night
and… here I can only see the reflectors light
when the chiefs and the generals walk in a parade of weapons,
showing their traitor uniforms,
trying to cover their coward faces
asking questions hiding behind the lamps.

The traffic lights where Manuel stopped
will keep showing its three colors.
Although your dream were stopped by a red light
How can the bullets stop the clear sight,
the dreams draw on the children’s and mother’s smiles,
on the thoughts that call to enjoy life?

In the presence of the cowards’ arrogance and impudence.
The shed blood rises with the battle song.
To announce the coming of a green light.
One that flanks the shadows
on the streets of history.

With kindness we pick up your body
motionless because of the bullets
and we begin another march, back home,
to the classroom, that place the is once again of everyone,
liberating all the voices,
taking off the gags,
shouting the words of dreams.
We don’t say goodbye, but farewell
Your light, your torch will always be seen.

By Antonio Munoz

Just words

This blog is just that, just words in world where they are need more than anything. Just a humble space where everyone can share a little knowledge of themselves. Words are just that, words, but they are made so we can communicate, educate, share our inner self. Also, words are made to be listen, so we can learn too, have more understanding about each other, so we can be more tolerant with the different. Words are also to create discussion, to share our ideas, but also to listen the ideas from others.
For me also is a form to express how I feel and what I think. I do not know the whole truth, and also I will be wrong many times, but I am learning, and most important, I am willing to share my words and listen to yours.