Te busque

Papito

Sali rapido en mi biclicleta para ver si te alcanzaba.

Te busque en la ciclo via de los domingos y trepe por los arboles para ver si te veia.

Te busque bajo la mesa donde jugaba de pequena y solo encontre tus pantuflas.

Te busque en las paginas del periodico pero no habia noticias.

Te busque en tu oficina y aunque tenia miedo de la estraccion de muelas llegue alli pero no te alle.

Te busque en los salones vacios de la universidad pero. Nadie me pudo informar.

Te busque tras las huellas de la playa que llegaban al mar pero no se donde estas.

Entonces recorde tu y mi madre tomados de la mano, corri y corri hasta que llegue. La mire a los ojos y alli te alle. Han pasado 10 anos desde que partiiste pero te amamos con la misma fuerza.

Estas en el cielo para el amor jamas se apaga y siempre estas presente.

THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN HUMAN BEINGS

The human being is complex and fascinating from many points of view. The gender difference has been an issue for many generations. Every year the 8^th on March the women around the world commemorates the international women’s day, they achieved political and social equalities. Through history women have been struggling to claim their rights, indeed women have got laws which give them more social and political opportunities.

Despite this recognition, even this century women are still being treated unequally in comparison with men. Therefore I believe is important that everyone should be educated and illustrated about this process through history, so somehow everybody will be aware about the real situation and how we can contribute with our participation in the society with our female conditions, professionalism, knowledge, skills and thoughts to contribute of our development in balance and comprehension.

We are all together human beings. This proposal does not mean be against men. We have grown up into a particular culture, under the influence of the family and education system. Most men are not aware of women’s condition due to cultural “ignorance”. We both women and men were domesticated in certain paradigms and behaviours that define us, this differences enriching our relationship, as long there is not struggle power.

There are many factors such as culture, race and belief that make differences between everyone, nevertheless we are the same source and energy. Somehow we share similar feelings of love and the need for a relationship with others. However in some cases these differences have increased the conflicts and led to become a racial discrimination, anger and war. Nowadays solve this differences is very important to coexistence in peace and harmony.

Why are we living in sorrow, hatred and disrespect for others? If we share the same house, our planet, we are the same matter, same soul, under the same sun and breathing the same air. I think each person should be start to love and respect himself to find her own love to share this with others.

“Your duty is simply TO BE — not to be this or that” Ramana Marharshi

By, Clarita Isabel Parrado

A Room of One's Own

I should have written this long time ago… from the great experience that I had when I visited the GWL.

Any way… Give her a room of her own… Let her speak her mind…

Here in the UK in the 21^st century the woman social roll is still vanished and indifferent like in most part of the world. Although women have more “opportunities” of work, the statistics of 2004 census proved that women are being paid 20% less than men. The areas of work for women still: health, teaching and secretary, including the house caring and raising the children. I can’t deny that men are changing the attitude towards raising the children and some couples divide tasks at home.

Any way, women have obtained several achievements through time, now that history is being localized in places. Places that I will call in memory of Virginia Woolf “A room of her own”. One of these rooms is localized in Glasgow and was obtain by a group of brave women that decide to preserve: history, Books, Journals, Photographs, Archives, Posters, Ephemera, Newspaper cuttings Videos and DVDs, and several voices of women during time and around the world.

For Virginia a room of her own, means the space that women deserve to produce intellectual work, and in her time it was a miracle to achieve “being a woman”. The things apparently change and some women don’t understand what is the hassle if we are able to study, vote or work. But what they don’t realize is that without suffering and sacrifices of these women that achievements wouldn’t be possible nowadays and that history should be known and told too.

On September 21^st is the twentieth anniversary of the Glasgow Women’s Library, after the opening without paid staff in 1991, only with the iniciative of women. They “have grown from an unfunded, grassroots initiative with no paid workers to a busy, multifaceted organisation with nine paid staff, sessional workers and over 20 volunteers. Over 1,800 women have become members and many thousands more have visited or used the Library’s resources or learning opportunities”[1].

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[1] http://www.womenslibrary.org.uk/aboutgwl/gwlhistory/

The birthday card

Thursday, April 10, 2008 (4:42 AM)

(I'm feeling accomplished)

There once was a birthday card, it wasn’t like the other birthday

cards, this one was a special card, with more pages and glittery gold

lettering, and it was a treasure to the eyes. It was so pleased at

being a birthday card it just couldn’t wait until the day someone

bought it and it got to wish them a happy birthday, he would make

someone feel happy, and that was the best gift of all.

This card could also sing the birthday song when opened, but it was so

proud a card that when people opened him up in a shop to hear his

wonderful song, knowing these people would just listen to him but not

buy him, and being a card all he wanted was to be was bought, he never

played the beautiful song to any of them.

It didn’t matter who opened him, dukes or maids or kings or lords of

big lands from far off, he never played the song. Infact it was so

long since he had that the shopkeeper forgot the card could sing a

song, and he put the card among the cheaper cards.

“Oh hello, I am a Christmas card” said the card with the robin on it.

“Well I am a birthday card, more important than you, people come from

all around to open me and hear my song” Replied the birthday card.

“Oh, excuse me then, I’ve not been here long, we cards tend to sell

out fast this time of year, and ill bet you do too” said the card

cheerfully.

“Er…yes Erm… I’m the last one infact, were just that good” Said the

birthday card felling a little unwanted all of a sudden.

“Oh wow, your song must be good, can I hear it then?” the Christmas

card asked politely.

“Indeed you can not, I will only play to the person who buys me, oh to

be there and see there face when they hear my song”

The card would have said more but it was interrupted by the cry of a

sticky faced kid with blond hair “ITS NOT FAIR” yelled Tom.

“What’s wrong now son?” asked his mother, a tall woman with a pink bell gown on.

The boy pouted “All my brothers and my sister have there birthday

before Christmas, but not me, they get twice as many presents as me

and I get half as much as them” he complained.

“But you have what you wanted” the mother said peacefully.

“That’s not the point I should still get more because they get more”

moaned tom folding his arms.

“Ah miss Rynes, here for a birthday card for Tom I guess from all the

noise” Said the shopkeeper. The card looked so happy when he

shopkeeper picked him up, but not so happy when he picked up the

Christmas card too.

“Why should she get to go, she is not as important as I am, I give

joy, not merry, whatever that is” it said.

Miss Rynes nodded “I just wish he would appreciate what he has”

The shopkeeper lowered his voice “if you ask me, you should stop giving” he said

“Even if only you appreciate what I do shopkeeper, I would still give

my children the happiest birthdays and Christmas I could, after all

since there father left”

The shopkeeper winked at the boy and takes a note out of his own

pocket, and places it in a pouch “Have a merry Christmas” said the

shopkeeper.

“But I never paid….” She started, but stopped as the shopkeeper waved his hand.

“No need, you do need something left to put in the card after all”

The birthday card was so exited, it had been taken to a home of

decorations, and at night the woman had written something inside it

and put some money in, to be honest the mother was upset about her

child to the point it made the card want to play its beautiful song to

cheer her up, but decided not to, she proberly wouldn’t appreciate it.

So the day the card longed for arrived the morning after, it was sat

proudly on a box of all coloured paper with a ribbon, it waited and

waited “At long last I will be able to play my song to someone who

will appreciate it, not the dukes kings maids and lords or the

Christmas card or the mother, but the one I was made to sing too”

And before you knew it the boy ran down the stairs “Oh boy, what’s

inside, please tell me, let me open, I never saw this present before”.

And the card Realised the kid wasn’t talking about him

“Now, now Tom, you must open your card first” said the mother “I spent

all night thinking the perfect thing to write inside”

“Aww come on” the boy said in impatient annoyance.

“Aww” thought the card “I am here to play my song to him and he

doesn’t even care, but my song is so good, it will change his mind

about me”

But Tom just tore open the card, pulled out the money and tossed the

card away, before it could even play its song.

The card was so terribly upset it began to wish it wasn’t a card, but

then had it played its song to the lords and dukes and kings and

maids, the shopkeeper or the Christmas card, or even the mother,

perhaps it would have been appreciated all the time.

And as he thought on this the boys sister pick him up, she read the

note inside and looked at tom “Did you read this?” she asked.

“No but I got two whole dollars from inside and a new train set” replyed the boy

“But its mom saying how proud she is of you and how she appreciates

you” said the sister.

“Whatever” replied Tom as he ran out of the room with his train set to

go to his friends house to show off.

“What a beautiful card” she said. And the card played the song to

someone who may just appreciate it. The girl called on her mom and

they both listened to its song, and the card realised it was not

appreciated as being a birthday card, but a cheer up card.

It was placed on the window beside the card it had been so rude too

“I am sorry” said the cheer up card to the Christmas card

“Don’t be, I saw what you did for the mother and daughter and I truly

appreciate you for singing to them and your song is beautiful”

And all the people who walked past the window, as they gazed upon the

card, cheered up and started appreciating what things they had, and

the mother suggested cheer up cards to the shopkeeper, which not only

became there most successful card, but they got to celebrate it

together, as a family.

The card itself got sent to me when I was upset as a child, and I know

its true because when I opened it yesterday to play its song, I was

suddenly appreciative of all the thing that Joe has done, and the song

plays on even now.

By AsktheTyrant

Stranger across the sea

Stranger across the sea

Display of beauty

eternal paradise

sweet memories

Leviathan wants it

destroying life for it

the stranger stills

dream about new land

left loving ones behind

New faces appeared

hands that hold and comfort

dream takes new direction

eyes closed jumped and swam

across the sea

from south to north

Highlands green and cold

wait for the stranger arrived

but when a stranger appeared

the water changed

the colours are gray

is something no one likes

They don't like the stranger

different structure and forms

new colours and sounds

that are not familiar

we don't like you stranger.

by, Fractalitas

Easter

The Easter tradition period is related with the Lent and Lent in the Christian tradition, is the period the begins with the Ash wensday to Easter. The eggs, the lamb, the flowers in a pagan believe represents the begining of new life and in the same way for the Christian tradition easter remind us the things that Jesus live in this time until his death for us to begin a new life. Through the preparation of the beliver with the prayer, repentance, almsgiving and self-denial for the annual commemoration during Holy Week.
Jesus victory over death remind us difficult periods of our life that we go through but at the same time the reconciliation with ourselves and the deep searching of a transmutation of our spirits in every situation of our lives.
Like a precious teacher -Transito- said to me Lent means after dark times when the skies are cloudy, raining and full of thunder will come the light. Just remember to connect yourself with your beliefs with the meaning of being reborn in a spiritual way.

Links:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIjBG3YyP4Q

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent

Colombia Kogi - The Ancestral Territory

The Kogis are the Native people that lives in Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta located in the north part of Colombia. They have being living there for more than 500 years in armory with the environment. They teach us how human beings and nature can survive together and how they need each other in a simple balance of respect.

Friends of the heart of the world, of humanity... ancestral knowledge of peace and armony.

by Marcela D.Z.