posted September 28, 2002 09:31 PM         

When the last scene of my life passed before me, I looked behind, for the footprints in the sand and I noticed that a lot of times, in the road of my life, there was just one pair of footprints in the sand.
I also noticed that that happened in the most difficult and distressing moments of my life.

That upset me a lot, then I asked God;
- God, didn't you tell me that, if I follow you,if I had love in my heart, you will always walk with me in the road of my life ?
However, I noticed that during the largest tribulations of my life, there was just one pair of footprints in the sand. I don't understand why in the hours that I needed you most, you left me alone.

Then God answered me;
- My dear daughter, I would never leave you in the hours of proof and suffering.
- When you saw in the sand, just one pair of footprints, they were mine.
It was exactly on these hours that I carried you in my arms.

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posted September 29, 2002 09:03 PM         

e-mails from you come down my line,
new technology that is fine,
but do you think this process,
will make the eventual end of pen and ink?

I want your style in white and blue,
a permanent watermark of I love you,
I want the smell of your perfume,
on envelopes femininity grand,
but above all,
I want a letter from your hand.

author unknow

posted October 01, 2002 08:20 PM         

I come to tell you all of Him,
And the way to encase Him in your bosom,
And of the discipline that brings His grace.
To Those of you who have asked me
To guide you to my Beloved’s presence—
I warn you through my silently talking mind,
Or speak to you through a gentle significant glance,
Or whisper to you through my love,
Or loudly dissuade you when you stray away from Him.

But when I shall become only a memory, or a mental image, or silently speaking voice,
When no earthly call will ever reveal
My whereabouts in unplumbed space,
When no shallow entreaty or stern stentorian command will bring an answer from me —
I will smile in your mind when you are right,
And when you are wrong I will weep through my eyes,
Dimly peering at you in the dark,
And weep through your eyes, perchance;
And I will whisper to you through your conscience,
And I will reason with you through your reason,
And I will love all through your love.

When you are able no longer to talk with me,
Read my Whispers from Eternity;
Eternally through it I will talk to you.
Unknown I will walk by your side
And guard you with invisible arms.
And as soon as you know my Beloved
And hear His voice in silence,
You will know me again more tangibly than you knew me on this earth plane.

And yet when I am only a dream to you,
I will come to remind you that you too are naught
But a dream of my Heavenly Beloved;
And when you know you are a dream, as I know now,
We will be ever awake in Him.

posted October 02, 2002 09:00 PM         

I had a tough day, it's nice to come home and see your posts! thanks

posted October 11, 2002 10:40 PM         

First, I desire that you can love, and loving, be also loved.
And if you are not loved, be brief in forgetting.
And forgetting, doesn't keep sorrow.
I desire, however, that it is not like this,
but if it goes, know how to be without despairing.

I also desire that you have friends, that even bad and inconsequent,
they can be courageous and faithful, and at least in one of them
you can trust without any doubts.

And because life is like this, I desire although that you have enemies;
Nor many, nor few, but in the exact measure ,for, sometimes,
you questioned yourself about your own certainties.

And , among your enemies, one , at least ,it's a fair person,
so that you don't feel too safe.

I desire that you can be useful, but no irreplaceable.
And , in the bad moments, when it doesn't remain anything else,
that usefulness should be enough to maintain you on foot.

I desire although that you be tolerant;
not with the ones that commit small mistakes, because this is easy,
but with the ones that commit a lot and hopelessly,
and making good use of this tolerance,
you serve as an example to the other ones.

I desire, if you are young ,don't ripen too fast,
and being ripe, don't insist on rejuvenating
and being old ,don't despair.
Because each age has it's own pleasure and it's own pain ,and
it is necessary to leave both.

I also desire that you be sad ;not the whole year, but just one day.
And ,on that day ,you discover that the daily laughter is good;
the habitual laughter is tasteless and the constant laughter is insane.

I desire that you discover, with the maximum urgency,
above and in spite of everything, that oppressed and unhappy people exist,
, and they are around you.

I also desire that you to plant a seed, no matter how small this seed is, and accompany
it's growth, like this, you will know about how many lives it's made a tree.

I desire , that you have money ,because it is necessary to be practical.
And at least once a year, you put a little of this money in front of you and say " That is mine ",
like this, it's very clear who is the owner of who.

I also desire that none of your affections die, for him and for you,
but if one of them die, you can cry without lament and suffer without blaming.

I finally desire, that ,if you are a man, have a good woman, and if you are
a woman, have a good man and that you love each other today, tomorrow and the following day,
and when you are exhausted and smiling, there still be love to the next day.

And, if all of this happen,
I don't have anything else to desire to you.

_______________________________________________

I hope the translation make sense

posted October 30, 2002 08:24 PM         

That one that I cannot look , is the only one that I see.
That one that I don't know, is the only one that I guess.
That one that calls me, has a voice that I never heard.
That one that fills out my life, makes it without knowing.
That one that live in my heart, entered unintentionally.

That one that loves my smile, never saw my lips.
That one that I feel so close to me , is the one that is more distant.
That one that is my Master , is the same who says that I teach him.
That one that is so equal to me it, is the one that is the most different.
That one that I scare with my words , is the same one that is enchanted with them.

That one to whom I dedicate these words, is the same that will leave me because of them...

posted October 30, 2002 11:20 PM         

Thanks Jacqueline!!!!

posted October 31, 2002 04:31 PM         

Did you liked ?
I wrote for a friend,but I thought that he hated
Do you know that it's me jackiep ?
I changed my nick...bad numerology.

And I also missed this thread a lot.

posted August 13, 2006 08:17 AM         

It doesn't need sugar 'cause it's already sweet
It doesn't need an oven 'cause it's got a lot of heat
Just add a dash of kisses to make it all complete
And that's the recipe for making love

And if you've made it right you'll know it
It's not like anything you've made before
And if you've made it wrong you'll know it
'Cause it won't keep you coming back for more

I didn't get it from my grandma's book upon the shelf
I didn't get it from a magical and culinary elf
No, a little birdie told me you can't make it by yourself
And that's the recipe for making love

posted August 13, 2006 09:42 AM         

Ah
If theres a cure for this
I dont want it
Dont want it
If theres a remedy
Ill run from it
From it

Think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
cause I love you

Ive got the sweetest hangover
I dont wanna get over
Sweetest hangover

Yeah, I dont wanna get over
I dont wanna get
I dont wanna get...over

Ooh, I dont need no cure
I dont need no cure
I dont need no cure

Sweet lovin
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love

Dont call a doctor
Dont call her momma
Dont call her preacher

No, I dont need it
I dont want it

Sweet love, I love you
Sweet love, need love

If theres a cure for this
I dont want it
I dont want it no
If theres a cure for this
I dont need it
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love