G is for...GUARDIAN ANGEL

Guardian Angels are real. I know it, I’ve seen mine in my dreams.

My angel is beautiful and loyal, she’s always with me.

When I’m scared, when I’m sad or angry or just frustrated,

And suddenly I felt how a soft breeze clear my mind, It’s my angel

telling me everything is okay.

When I was seven my dad told me, don’t worry, your angel will always keep you safe.

I know it now, I knew it then, and every night I pray to say thanks. 

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F is for...FAVORITES POEMS, FAVORITES POETS.

FAVORITE POEMS, FAVORITES POETS.

Hermosas palabras para iluminar la vida.

JOSÉ ÁNGEL BUESA

CREPÚSCULO.

...Todo empieza a morir cuando nace el olvido.

Y es tan dulce buscar lo que no se ha perdido...

¡Y es tan agria esta angustia terriblemente cierta

de un gran amor dormido que de pronto despierta…”

POEMA A LA DESPEDIDA.

…Me queda tu sonrisa dormida en mi recuerdo,

y el corazón me dice que no te olvidaré;

pero, al quedarme solo, sabiendo que te pierdo,

tal vez empiezo a amarte como jamás te amé.

Te digo adiós, y acaso, con esta despedida,

mi más hermoso sueño muere dentro de mí...

Pero te digo adiós, para toda la vida,

aunque toda la vida siga pensando en ti.

PABLO NERUDA:

POEMA 17.

…Y mi alma baila herida de virutas de fuego.

Quien llama? Qué silencio poblado de ecos?

Hora de la nostalgia, hora de la alegría, hora de la soledad,

hora mía entre todas!...”

POEMA 15.

…Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente.

Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.

Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa basta.

Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

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E is for ...EVER AFTER!!!

“Do you know something about stars?”

They were lying on the grass, Mel was resting her head on Cameron’s shoulder. She couldn’t believe everything was so peaceful now.

            “A little.”

            “Tell me something about them.”

“See the group of stars that looks like a W?”

Mel shifted her body to look at the cluster of stars. “Yes.”

            “That’s Cassiopeia, a vain queen.  She was punished to spend half of the year upside down in the sky for her vanity.”

            Mel lifted her head to face him. “You know, smart asses are the new sex.y”

“What am I going to do with you little dirty mouth?”

“Love me?”

Cameron kissed her head. “Always.”

This was their start and their end. This was their infinity.

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D IS FOR...DEVIL.

“I can’t believe Peter killed all those people.” James drank his scotch; he and Lydia were finally at home.

“Do you ever suspect, he was the killer?” She asked.

James sat on the couch next to Lydia. “No, never, and I don’t know why?”

“I know why.”

James smiled and kissed her hand. “I’m listening.”

Lydia leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “Because Peter wasn’t the killer.”

            James’s chest hurt, he couldn’t move, his mouth went dried. He tried to speak and realized his body was paralyzed.

“The poison works fast. I promise you won’t feel pain.”

There was nothing else James could do. Silently he prayed, closed his eyes and waited for his end.

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C is for....COURAGE

“Don’t do it.”

“There is not another choice.”

“There is always a choice.”

Phillips, gave a step forward to the door ignoring the words of his younger brother. A hand gripped his left arm, Phillips was surprised by Gabriel’ strength. Someday his little brother would take the lead, but right now he was still the head of the family, the one who made the decisions and he had decided.

“Let it go, Gabe, everything is set. They are waiting,” Phillips pulled his arm free, and walk out his room, he went all the way down the marble stairs, leaving behind the house, crossing the grounds of the family property with Bash on his heals imploring.

“He’s going to kill you.”

“It’s a duel a first blood, maybe nobody will die tonight.” Phillips didn’t stop, he continue his way to the barns.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why?” Phillips stopped and look at his brother with all the intensity of his blue eyes, “let me tell you why, there is only one thig that matters, honor. All the money in the world is useless if you don’t have honor. Listen to me very careful Gabe, nobody will step over our name, no as long as a member of this family can defend it.”

Gabe held a sob. “If you go all go with you, I’ll be you witness.”

“Octavius is my witness. You take care of the family, take care of mom and our sisters.” Phillips give him a smile, “I’m good with guns little brother. Trust me, I’ll see you again. I promise.” Phillips kissed the head of his brother and jump onto his black stallion.

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B is for BE YOURSELF

Be a princess or be a warrior,

Use a sword or a magic wand.

Wear pink or wear black,

Walk in stilettos or combat boots.

         A girl can be strong playing football or dancing ballet.

    A girl can be beautiful with long hair or short.

      A girl can have a voice for a speech or for a song.

    A girl doesn’t need to be different to be powerful,

         To be equal, a girl just needs to believe in herself and in 

her ability to be whatever she wants to be.

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A is for ADRIAN

The sound of the sirens faded soon enough to join the silent night.  But Adrian didn’t stop. His palpitations were drums in his ears, black spots filled his vision, his lungs begged for air.

How long Adrian had been running? His chestnut hair was glued to his forehead and neck, his legs weren’t there anymore, instead, he had two big pieces of concrete and even though he was still running.

It was self-defense. He shouldn’t have listened to that woman. He should have stayed. What did she know? He didn’t do anything wrong…did he?

No, no, no.

Adrian’s legs finally gave up and he landed on his knees. Panting, he grabbed his chest trying to hold his heart. Was this how a heart-attack feels? He was going to die in a dark alley alone like he had always been.

It wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair. It had never been with him, still, he had hope. Adrian worked hard to graduate from high school this year. He thought that maybe someday he would go to university and become a lawyer so he could help others like him to find fairness.

He had never cried before, what was the point? But now what else Adrian could do? He was going to die, nor he was going to jail and in either case, his beautiful angel wouldn’t even know that he existed.

    His angel was the most extraordinary creature he had seen on Earth, Adrian fell in love with her the first time he listened to her playing the violin. He should have said something to her. There were so many things he should have done, there were so many things he wanted to do.

The noise of a trash can lid knocking onto the floor made Adrian jumped on his feet. He looked around with his hands into a fist, a famished cat came out from the garbage, lonely and a survivor like him.

Adrian closed his eyes.

Breathe, exhale, breathe, exhale. One more time.

He wasn’t going to die today.

He wasn’t going to jail.

This time, he was going to win.

Life owed him, and he was ready to claim it.   

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