I KNOW IT HURTS HONEY!

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Don’t waste your precious time!

The more you want it, the longer you are willing to stay in pain. It’s simply the determination to conquer the thing, we can’t reach no matter how hard we try. It took me 59 years before I gave up. I prayed and I cried. I asked God the “why’s.” Nothing ever changed. Some desires are just not to be obtained. I paid my dues. I put in the work. I’m done! I’m finally at peace. Lo Que será, será! Just as simple as that. Good is working something in you and out of you. I’m waiting on him in perfect peace!

I’m Not Giving Up

When hope leaves my soul I don’t know where to turn. I search high and low to find a reason not to give up. I rehearse the life stories and the circumstances that brought me to this place.

I can’t go back and change a thing, there are no even a remote possibility. I think, I dream and never find a way to turn time around. Where has life taking me? I can’t reconcile my reality with the dreams I had as kid.

I look across my window and see the farm, the pond, the cows even a donkey is running around. All is so far from the memories I had of my fathers farm in Puerto Rico. I’m feeling lonely, broken, sad and confuse at times.

Why life didn’t keep us together? Why everyone scattered to diverse places. Holidays perhaps reunite us for a little while. I want to let go, I want to give up. Help me Lord to find a reason, to wait for a change of the season.

I trust you will make come to pass every spoken word over my life when I was down in the ground looking up to the cross. I will not give up today, I will hold on as long as you keep me strong and hold me with your right hand.

Camino de Soledad y Dolor

Nadie la vio caminando las calles con el corazón en pedazos. Las risas de los transeúntes se oían a lo lejos queriendo ahogar el dolor que calaba sus huesos. Los seres que la aman no estaban.

Era una época hermosa, los escaparates destellaban luces de colores y adornos simbólicos. La multitud le arropaba pero sentía la gran soledad que la embargaba. ¿Donde estaba aquel que la dejo sin importarle su dolor?

Ahí cerca en la calle donde el tren pasaba. En una casita donde una vez se juraron amor eterno quedó rota la esperanza. Suena una canción esta vez con más efusión.

Dónde vas María
Dónde vas María
Solita y a pie
voy buscando al niño
donde lo hallaré
voy buscando al niño aah ay
donde lo hallaré.

Deja salir las lágrimas que había luchado por guardar. Ya no hay vuelta atrás es hora de salir para siempre de ese lugar. Adiós al pueblo donde hasta las piedras cantan; aquel pueblo a nivel del Mar.

Allí donde el ojo de agua crea por lo general un ambiente de paz. Esa paz que hoy de ella se escapaba.