Dicen que el
pasado ya se fue, el presente es ahora y el futuro no lo sabemos.Pero también
creo que el pasado te hace ser , lo que eres en el hoy y con ello también
puedes saber a donde quieres llegar en tú futuro.
Why this name? Why the blog? -Because in my mind, i built my own business with my creations, together with another new designers . A soft name inspired by dreams and secrets; in french, always sounds mysterious. Because this dream is not possible.I decided present myself in this blog. I hope you enjoy it with me in this little space . I invite you to share with me your thoughts and dreams . Welcome to my world
sábado, 28 de diciembre de 2013
jueves, 19 de diciembre de 2013
Famous daddy's letter to his daugther
Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
This post is, of course, dedicated to my daughter, my Cutie-Pie. But I also want to dedicate it beyond her.
I wrote it for my wife, who has courageously held on to her sense of worth and has always held me accountable to being that kind of “boy.”
I wrote it for every grown woman I have met inside and outside of my therapy office—the women who have never known this voice of a Daddy.
And I wrote it for the generation of boys-becoming-men who need to be reminded of what is really important—my little girl finding a loving, lifelong companion is dependent upon at least one of you figuring this out. I’m praying for you.
martes, 17 de diciembre de 2013
Verdades a tiempo tardio
Me pregunto porque la gente, ve la necesidad de mentir.Es más¡miente! no lo entiendo.Suele decirse que a veces es mejor no saber.Una cosa es no saber , a que te digan algo sin ser la realidad.
Siempre me ha perseguido el miedo a provocar que no funcionen mis relaciones por mi falta de seguridad, alguien me dijo una vez que mi inseguridad hacia que no funcionasen.
Han pasado muchos años, muchos tipos de relaciones fallidas, y no solo relaciones de pareja si no también otras pensando que mi inseguridad hacia que fracasasen, que era mi culpa.
Hoy esa persona que me hizo creer en aquello me ha dicho que se sentía solo, que tengo falta de olfato para saber quien me esta usando de verdad o eso es lo que he captado de sus palabras.Me dice que me falta esa especie de intuición para detectar quien va con unas intenciones u otras y que soy tan buena que las personas saben que pueden jugar conmigo.Es decir, escogió el jugar conmigo--¡¿ porque era buena persona!? que clase de persona hace eso.Aunque ahora lo reconozca porque he sido yo quien ha preguntado¿Como la gente es capaz de saber sus intenciones y de hacer creer a quien no ha hecho nada, que es culpa suya?
Creo que no se ha parado a preguntar si esa inseguridad mía que hizo tan latente en aquel momento no fuese una llamada de atención a ese llamado"olfato" del que habla ahora, que hacía que me diese la impresión de que estaba jugando conmigo.
De todas maneras, de todo aquello y de mis posteriores relaciones siempre he pensado en que era mi culpa y mi inseguridad.
¿Porque no me dijo que me faltaba olfato para detectar que estaba jugando conmigo y que solo sentía afecto y que aunque fuese el quien volviese a mí aquella vez, era por miedo a estar solo?Decidió culparme y decirme que era tan insegura que haría fallar todo.
Menos mal, con el tiempo he visto que la falta de inseguridad en una persona , es solo una excusa puesto que , quien quiere a esa persona da igual tal inseguridad, es más se le ayuda a superarla.
Pero cuanto sufrimiento me hubiera ahorrado el saber que no fue culpa mía que es el egoísmo de unas personas que no saben estar solas , se auto engañan y engañan a la que no les ha hecho daño nunca, ni siquiera lo ha pretendido.
He pasado años, de aquellas palabras en aquel momento y situación.Ahora espero que me ayuden a ver que todas esas relaciones no debían funcionar por otros motivos y no siempre por mi culpa.
La mentira más común es aquella con la que un hombre se engaña a sí mismo. Engañar a los demás es un defecto relativamente vano.
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) Filosofo alemán.
viernes, 6 de diciembre de 2013
To "Madiba" of the world
You ' ve
gone.
Where?
No blue sky,
is clearest
as you did to us.
The world
is crying,
the trees
are sad,
who is
going to take care of them now?
You lived
to bring peace,
no matter
what color was the sand,
you could
take one off them ,
to make a
"both".
and live in
harmony
Today the
sands are together.
"TOGETHER" say Rest in peace
Mr.Mandela.
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