An old friend says to J.

When we are certain that we are out of a relation we should be out at once. It needs a lot of courage to tell someone you loved and aspired to marry that the relation is no more but once you said that there is no looking back, there is nothing to look for, absolutely nothing.
It’s a fraction of second in which a heart breaks but before that there is a whole saga attached as of how and why that person behaved that way in that particular moment. Sometimes we give unnecessary importance to the whole I am missing someone and/ I need someone… calls of our own heart.
Once you love someone and make him/her part of your life, you should be prepared to accept the person with all his/her negativity and shortcomings.
There are so many ways people try to recover from heart break… whatever is your way let that person never know that you bled nah! Never, it’s not about being strong or weak but just being mature. Cutting off all the communications is the only way. Cry if you want… scream if you wish but never let that guy know that you did that. The only way I know is forget about it or at least pretend it never happened. I would have changed my name if needed to overcome a heart break.
I have seen so many people in the mode of revenge after the heart break. One thing shouldn’t be forgotten that the pleasure of togetherness was equal so the pain would almost be equal… blame games only make the suffering permanent… here writers and bloggers are at risk they paint the gloom on the pages and try getting rid of the suffering but they don’t know that this way the suffering becomes permanent and the person go through similar pain every time he/she visits the pages it not only haunt the person involved but the peripherally related person.
You will never get to know, when someone is knocking your doors, if you are busy listening to old echoes.

Its spring my love its spring.

Could spring be ever stopped?

Spring has its own ways ...
To remind you
That you are alive
in my heart , in my mind.

my j.

I walked in the world to find you and I found you in my arms ...
We booked our bodies
in airy cages full of passion . we escape from the sadness of solitude and live  for no tommorow,
 Take with you a remembrance my old love
A beautiful and carefree
remembrance
Take with you a hug
from  those endless nights desperately searches each other  mouth  steal the breath for a little common life

James Redfield ""The Celestine Prophecy'''

                                                      

James Redfield masterpiece The Celestine Prophecy is first published in 1993. The story of this novel is built around philosophy and spirituality that come from various old Eastern Traditions and also the spiritualism of the New Age. Here the readers will follow the journey and the deciphering attempt of some ancient manuscript about spiritualism in Peru. One of the old Traditions discussed in this book is vegetarianism, how it gives a person an ability to create a connection with the Divine. The story goes as the main character progresses in the journey and also his spiritual life. During that processes, the main character, which is the narrator, slowly starts to see the existence of synchronicity and the bigger meaning behind coincidences happening in life. The novel has a fascinating story of adventure and discovery, of psychology and spiritualism and maybe even religion. Beyond all that, The Celestine Prophecy might have the role of a guidebook to mold your understandings of the reason you exist in his life, to lead you to a path with new optimism toward the coming days.

John-Roger

You are the Light. 

You are divine. 

You are in a state of becoming aware of what you already are. 

In your spiritual quest, look for love in all things

John-Roger

John-Roger

John-Roger

Kovacs - My love

Never again

My love has left
She’s not coming back
anymore.
I’ll never again  see her smile
as she looks me from  the windows.
We’ll never again
have long talks
at the pilows
no, not anymore.
Never again
to feel the smile
in her voice.
Never again
to feel the gentle touch
of her hand.
Never again will
we be outside in woods
the full moon up there
in the sky at night.
No, never again.

Allow me

     Apart from fear,

      Beyond any doubt,

       Beyond  the surprise,

        Beyond  the confusion.

         Allow me to discover you inside our dreams

THE NAME OF THE STAR by Maureen Johnson

The day Louisiana teenager Rory Deveaux arrives in London marks a memorable occasion. For Rory, it's the start of a new life at a London boarding school. But for many, this will be remembered as the day a series of brutal murders broke out across the city, gruesome crimes mimicking the horrific Jack the Ripper events of more than a century ago.

Soon “Rippermania” takes hold of modern-day London, and the police are left with few leads and no witnesses. Except one. Rory spotted the man police believe to be the prime suspect. But she is the only one who saw him. Even her roommate, who was walking with her at the time, didn't notice the mysterious man. So why can only Rory see him? And more urgently, why has Rory become his next target? In this edge-of-your-seat thriller, full of suspense, humor, and romance, Rory will learn the truth about the secret ghost police of London and discover her own shocking abilities.

Malagueña Salerosa - Chingon

Tom Waits Little Drop Of Poison

This is my truth

and exists only because

i shared once

WITH YOU ....

I asked a taxi driver
- Know what love is ;
and told me I do not know this road -...
I asked a teacher
- Know what love is ;
... And told me -no have done this course -...
I asked and a crazy ...
- Know what is love ??
and he replied ...
Love you is what made ​​me so now- ..

My little smiling girl. ill give you...

 Εvery smile of you it is a star in my own sky.

I'll give you a small silence to fill it with your own dreams and words.
What will be greater in number the stars or the words ?

The Way That Lovers Use

The way that lovers use is this;
   They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
   -- So I have heard.
They queerly find some healing so,
   And strange attainment in the touch;
There is a secret lovers know,
   -- I have read as much.
And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
   Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,
   -- So lovers say.

Rupert Brooke