Sunday, May 07, 2006

The Right Thing

Hoy, por primera vez en la historia de mi vida fui a la Feria del Libro y vi libros. En realidad, no fue para eso k fui, y me detuve en un solo sitio despues de la diligencia y de prolongadas coincidencias- la feriatienda de Thesaurus. (Ey, ya k estaba ahi me ahorraba tener k jalar pa la Lincoln con Sarasota. Ademas no creo k abran los domingos.)

Anyway, me compre 2 libros: Never Give Up y A Toast to Life. Muy apropiados para las circunstancias presentes. Pequeños libros con grandiosas palabras. Por primera vez fui sola y con lentes de sol.

Today was a long day. But I think we honored Shakespeare's words.

"Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast."

11 comments:

local wannabe said...

libros son cul

annush said...

si abren los domingos... :P

Chelle said...

hi early birds! :P

low- yupsie. and i owe u a post!

nush- ah, k cul, ya tengo otro stop para los sundays. i like that place.

Edwin R. said...

wow annush!? y ati como te va? pasando para saludar :)

plataforma said...

Disfrutalos ampliamente.

Chelle said...

edw- hi!!! :D

plat- amplias gracias. :)

Anonymous said...

POWER

I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.

I can

I am

Anonymous said...

hi michelle ,you still dont know me but thats irrelevant,,just want to share with you and your friends the extraodinary song by pink floyd ,echoes.....here are the lyrics and take a little time actually 23 minutes ,to listen to this master piece......................................................................................................Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.

And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....

Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....

Chelle said...

the only real kind of power any human could express comes from and belongs to God, not any of us. any other kind is fake and passing.

I am = OM. :)

Anonymous said...

i know....its just a poem,,,,

Chelle said...

i know :)

that's what i thought about when i read your poem. it reminded me of God, hehe.