LA VIDA, TU VIDA... LIFE, YOUR LIFE....EN ESPANOL Y/and ENGLISH...

Someone told me a few weeks ago that life was not going to get easier sooner but that we had the choice to make it work for each and everyone of us! I guess they are right. There is so little time and so much to do in this world today. So to help us see what life should be all about I am going to postsomething for you to think about from a great teacher. If you like it and would like to know more or would like to voice your opinion, you can do so here or you can write me at brendaysaguirre@gmail.com I will try to share with you what I have learnt and what I am learning with an open mind.
Have a great day!!!



LA VIDA, TU VIDA

Primero, tu vida es tu vida, no es la vida de nadie más. No permitas que nadie te domine, no dejes que otros te dicten lo que has de hacer. Eso es una traición a la vida. Si dejas que otros te digan lo que has de hacer, sean tus padres, la sociedad, tu sistema educativo, tus políticos, tus sacerdotes, sean los que sean, si te dejas dominar por los demás, te perderás tu vida. Porque el dominar proviene del exterior y la vida está en tu interior. Nunca se encuentran. No te estoy diciendo que tengas que ser alguien que siempre diga no a todo. Eso tampoco sirve.
Hay dos clases de gente. Una pertenece al tipo obediente, dispuesto a entregarse a cualquiera. No poseen en su interior un alma independiente. Son inmaduros, infantiles, siempre buscando la figura del padre, buscando a alguien que les diga lo que han o lo que no han de hacer. No son capaces de confiar en sí mismos. Esa gente forma la mayor parte de la población mundial, las masas.
Luego, en oposición a esa gente, existe una pequeña minoría que rechaza la sociedad, que rechaza los valores de, la sociedad. Ellos creen que son rebeldes. No lo son; son sólo reaccionarios. Tanto si escuchas a la sociedad como si rechazas la sociedad, si la sociedad permanece siendo el factor determinante, entonces eres dominado por la sociedad



LIFE, YOUR LIFE

First OF ALL, your life is your life, not anyone else's life. Do not let anyone dominate you, do not let others dictate what you have to do. That is treason to life. If you let others tell you what you do, whether they are your parents, your society, your education system, your politicians, your priests, whoever they are, if you let yourself be dominated by others, you lose your life. This is because the master is from the outside and life is within you. These two, your interior and your exterior ever meet. I'm not saying you have to be someone who always say no to everything. That will not help.
There are two kinds of people. One belongs to the obedient type who are willing to surrender to anyone. They do not have within them an independent soul. They are immature, childish, always looking for the father figure, looking for someone to tell them what they have or do not have to do. They can not trust themselves. These people form the majority of the world population, the masses.
Then, in opposition to those people, there is a small minority that rejects society, and rejects the values of the society. They think they are rebels. They are not; they are only reactionaries. Whether you listen to or reject society it continues to be the determining factor of your thoughts and so you are dominated by society

I WAITED FOR YOU

I waited for you that night
And you did not come.
I waited for your call,
And you did not phone.
I waited for your car to drive up
And it never appeared.
I wanted to call you around eleven pm,
I wanted to take you your usual just around then.
But you had an appointment so I thought you were there,
And so I sat waiting for you to appear.
At two o´clock I decided to wait no more.
So, Oscar and I decided to close the door.
I did not fall asleep for another hour or two.
I just laid in bed thinking about me and you.
The next day I awoke with a start at seven,
I was going to call you around then.
But I figured you´d be asleep so it would make no sense,
So I closed my eyes as I laid there surrounded by the smell of incense.
At 9am I sent you a text to remind you to call,
I did not know you were not there at all.
We went out and it was not until after three,
That I expressed what your absence was doing to me.
Because we had such a rule in our home,
I waited for your call feeling somewhat alone.
A call came at 5 but it was not from you,
Suddenly my world changed and I didn´t know what to do.
I went looking for you and no one could say,
I went everywhere searching for you on that day.
Finally at our home someone said those words I still hear,
Then I realized what had happened and I felt the tear.
Days turned into weeks and weeks now into months,
As we seek justice and as the evidence mounts.
I waited for you to arrive that day,
I waited for your call for you to say,
“Hola, negrita, mi amor, como estas?
Ya tengo hambre, en que piensas?”
And I would say, “Adonde sea, cielo, no importa, mi amor,”
Porque ya sabía que sea como sea estaría contigo,
Y juntos estaríamos en nuestro mundo de YO PUEDO.
So I waited for you and you never came,
Now I am sitting here in so much pain.
You are still with me, I know that to be,
Because you were always so much a part of me.
But I waited for you that silent night,
When someone took you away and turned off my light.
I waited for you and I wait for you now,
To tell me what happened, to tell me just how.
Can I go on living without you by my side?
Will my tears forever come with the tide?
Y la pregunta sigue siento lo mismo, mi amor…
La pregunta que te hice muchas veces sin este dolor,
-¿Sabes que, mi cielo?-
Y tu, riéndote me decías, -¿Que, negrita?-
-Te amo un chingo,- yo te decía.
-Yo te amo, tambien, bebe- tu me decias,
Y nos abrazábamos, riendo, y besando.

And so I wait…

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
January 4, 2010
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