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As I am; stubborn and headstrong

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My body is wandering aimlessly, I feel like the day, gray. Today the sun is not shining on me, it wasn’t by my window, I thought I would see it, but didn’t. I ache all over, my bed calls me and I could not fulfill it. Masochist I am, I don’t think that it is.

My soul and my body says NO, but at the same time says YES, but I feel like dying. I want to be strong, but my sky are crying, asking me to rest my body and I’m still standing and without cause.

I’m cruel, but I am not, I wake up, but no strength to fight the battle. My mind wants me to move, my body wants to rest, and not allows it. Desperate yells

“damn miserable, I have no strength, do not play the brave, and let me where it wants this body, that just reclaims,  rest”.

I know! I can understand.

I know I have to rest, but, how to make myself understood, in this body, almost lifeless?, what to do, when they don’t want to. Is difficult to see how your body changes when you feel bad, and as your

“face says a thousand words without saying one”.

You body strong, feeling sad, you just want a break, rest.

“A mind that works and acts upon the impulses of a machine that cries openly;

“Rests, tomorrow is another day.”

As I am; stubborn and headstrong,  will do the opposite until this body can not more, and fall.

“Just me, asking for a YES, to stop,  NO, which prevents me from being me”

People do what ever, for ignoring the sign, that the body give.

 “We complained and preach otherwise”

“Too bad, is true”




Killing Us Softly: Advertising’s Image of Women

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It’s amazing how women are exploited sexually speaking every day to draw attention to a product. Even seeing a voluptuous woman, half naked in a car ad, or cigarettes.
I was, from an early age model.

“I know how to beat the copper in that environment”

I have two daughters, one 17 and one 13. My daughters took modeling classes at an early age, one at nine and one at 5, in their classes, they had to use, very flirty clothes and makeup too strong for their age, but I wore them in according to age (without they, lose the elegance): HELLO! At that age mothers dress their daughters as adults, leaving nothing to the imagination. Girls are girls, why throw them to fly so fast?

We just have to go out and see the girls, young women, dressed, imitating what they see in advertisements, magazines, etc.. As we also see adult people; imitating girls throughout, clothing, footwear and more. Self-esteem plays a crucial role in the growth of girls. As the mothers reared in the future can not be criticize, was their responsibility.

“You made it fly, now holds pressure”

Others mimic so well, famous models and actresses, who prefer to stop eating to avoid gaining weight and be beautiful.

“Beauty is relative”

Is also noteworthy that there are movies and some TV shows where women are portrayed as “sex toys” Where is the sense of respect for women and what it represents? Is lost.

Wholesale “Women” Who gives more?


But not only the woman is exploited Where is the man in this story? they also come into the attack as “sex symbols” Where the handsome man with big muscles, earns more and less handsome skinny weakling, earn less.

The handsome and big muscles is the main character, and the chubby of funny belly, is secondary. Or just that;

“Those who are beautiful go to glory and least graceful fall wearing saints”

How is that possible! …

My whole world is critical!

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Image        If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.

Today I will not be critical. Let alone who criticizes you. I am the worst person to do so, we always see the straw persons, when the us is not glass. Sitting at the computer, close my eyes looking, for a simple why? why we tend to be so, since we got criticize everything, everything around us is criticized. Can you imagine! Jesus criticize us all the time. How would you feel?, because I know how I would feel if he did. We were very downcast head all the time,

“It would be shame, Walker, muted value to express a feeling.”

Applies to the character of a person whose habit of behavior comes from another review of a problem, instead of giving your opinion or act in accordance to an end.

Sometimes unintentionally, wishing, we do. Not that “OK! “Today I’m going to criticize everyone!” Not God! is simply that flows through the veins to us, to say it, as when we say “hello”, “Good Morning.” Everything in our lives is rounded on critics, one here, another over there.

The only way we can avoid doing it so is

“Do not criticize for not being criticized,”

Break the chain, avoid falling into one, think of our Lord Jesus Christ, if he criticized us all the time, we do not like it, I know. The church, criticize us all the time, and we criticize them too. This is a vicious circle from which one can’t escape, even if we don’t want to, out of our mouths endlessly. What else I can tell you, live with that!, because I live with that too.

I can to end by summarizing that:

 “The criticism even bother us, sometimes it is necessary and strengthens us to go forward”  © GV

My Moment

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I have watched the sky as the clouds were scattered everywhere, so watch for a while and felt he spoke to me, gave me the answer I’ve wanted for so long. If you ask me what heaven say?, I can not tell with much certainty, because he was so clear and sharp to my eyes, I could tell he did not want anyone noticing, out of my eyes many tears that no one could see, because I was wearing glasses.

I kept watching my heaven, though in part it looked gray in others noticed her beautiful blue, a cloud suddenly uncovered the blond sun, my eyes to reflect on the other hand, because of course, was my husband looking at me, and I suddenly knew that the union of heaven and myself, was secret and that we would see at other times only when he wanted.

God works in mysterious ways and now I can vouch for that. He and I had a moment of complete peace, where we communicated only by thoughts, but I felt so secure that not even the noise of the cars I felt, was like me and him alone, and no one else existed.

Now I want to happen again, feel the heat, the wind rubbing my face and feel that gives me his blessing at all times. I share my story because it was very refreshing to know that I count on him as he knows he can count on me. It was my time and I will write upon my memory as the best of my days. In good hour!

The human being!

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The human being is incomprehensible, we get so deep into the mistake that we ignore the pardon for not just saying it.

If it rains, we want the sun. When the sun shines, we want the cold embrace us. Or simply, if it doesn’t rain, we want rain, no one can understand human beings.

Presidents or Governors changed every four years depending on where people live. But the truth is that if elected, we put it in a glass box, idolize him, then when time passes and there is no change, we want them to go to hell. Who understands then!

Where is the wise man and the simplicity of women, the daily complaints of what could be and wasn’t.

If I were to unite all of the above, I would say where my eloquence in everything.  I write if I join the fate of every being that my likeness adorned from head to toe.

If not all true what I said and wrote before, I can say openly that if they think it’s a lie, then why:

“We all want to go to heaven but nobody wants to die. “

If I!

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“If I find myself with reason and I lose track of my time. I want the concept, lose reason, do not know that yet, I have all my senses. Where waits and saves, the best memories of a conscience, well-marked, which is well sealed, a good reason for my notion in my mind”.

If You Were To Fulfill A Dream

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If you were to fulfill a dream, it would meet you, tell you how much I admire you, how I love your simplicity, if anything good is to tell a story, would take a lifetime and still my fate, would have no validity, can incredible, but true: That with just watch the sky I feel like I touch you my dear skyscraper.

That would I, if I don’t know I have you.  Who would I be? If I lost searching for my destiny, as well as my dreams, but I must try to find you and tell you then, how much I love you.

If I were to explain, what my heart holds, and shout from the rooftops, I would say I want to be free, and to feel the wind that touches my face, saying the “Our Father”.

Look for me in my story, of someone who wants to achieve their goals and purposes as anything else, do not forget me for wanting to fly, let me find myself, and feel what I can give,hear in every mouth saying my name, remembering, as I went and wanted to give.

You are my proof of what I wanted to be, I am a poet of my history, my life a writer, screen writer of my story, and actress of my days, as stated in the field to be an actor you must first be a clown, because I’m a clown who wants to tie you with my bow, and deliver the most sacred, a living history that one day was cast in pieces.

Dreams, dreams are, if it is my fault, own them, give me the most severe of punishments. But after been fulfilled first.