Left is the new right.

Over many centuries society has created concepts for what we understand is good and bad. We decided to relate those terms to the left and the right, dividing the world in two, the light and the darkness. And some abnormal (most probably roman catholic), kept the left side of things under the shadows, until it became bitter, twisted and grey, right? Well I don't approve the use of left and right anymore, it is not right that left is left behind!

Jesus sits at the right side of God

You wait to marry Mr. Right

A correct sum is right.

Conservatives are on the right, communists on the left.

If you don't want it anymore, it'll be the left overs

If you are weak, you'll be left...

NON SENSE!

DIESTRO Y SINIESTRO, light and shadows......here is a campaign to support whatever is left from the left, and make things right with this wrong injustice!

I am left handed, and it feels right. I'm living in the sinister side, and there is plenty of sun here, FYI.

Shaila

I'm thirsty.

Today is friday. A very cold friday with any other particularity than boredom. I have been reading and listening to some songs that nearly take me somewhere special, somewhere I will take you one day. But then I open my eyes and I'm still here.
I read a bit more, get into the story, and then you come again into my thoughts:
-Would you leave me alone with my boredom, please?
-But I like to come and go, your mind is always so keen to dream...
-You need to understand that I need to detoxify myself from you, amor. You have to go. Or at least come just in special ocasions, like on the day we first met, for example, that's allowed I guess.
-.....It sounds fair, but everytime you think of me I feel empowered, bright, loved!!!! It's a vicious feeling!!!
-Well, in that case, I promise I will read about the sex life of the flies until one of us decide to leave.
-Hahahahaa, you are nuts Shaila.
- Yes. I am.

Anybody there could hand me anything about the sex life of the flies, please????

Meanwhile I will continue dreaming about that place, absorbing the magic of that moment, believing unbelievable things, painting life how I please. You would be bright yellow, amor. I would be red. Our eyes would meet in a green explotion of blues and browns, and around us only rivers and oceans and lakes and waterfalls, because I'm thirsty, amor, I am thirsty.

Shaila

The empty box.

Antes de nada, Feliz Anio Nuevo a todos!! Hoy es el primer dia del anio, ese que se toma como referente y coordenada para poner el huevo de una vida nueva. Resoluciones, promesas, deseos y propositos que tornan mas faciles cuando es 1 de enero. Pues bien, mis propositos de este anio estan ahi, como los de todos, solo que esta vez he decidido organizarme un poco mas.
Tengo una caja vacia, una caja especial. No es cuadrada, no tiene fondo, no me ocupa espacio, pero guardara todo lo que yo vaya consiguiendo en mi vida y todo lo que logre superar.
Le hice compartimentos para todos los tipos de miedo. Tiene una red que atrapa la pereza y hasta hice celdas para la gula, la soberbia y la envidia!!! Esas estaran bajo llave.
Separado de los chungos derrotados estaran los logros. La habitacion mas grande se la llevan las risas, que nunca van solas, siempre traen a amigos que se hacen amantes que invitan al amor. Asi que necesitan mas espacio.
La cordura comparte cama con la locura; estan condenadas a vivir juntas hasta que se lleven bien y bueno, deje una habitacion de invitados para la abundancia, la inspiracion y la suerte, porque ellos son muy independientes y les gusta entrar y salir a su aire, asi con en este caso hare una excepcion y dejare la puerta abierta, confiando en que se sientan comodos y decidan quedarse.
Pues ahi esta mi plan. Seguro que acaba todo manga por hombro y termina el amor durmiendo con el miedo, las risas haciendo orgia con la gula y la pereza matandose con la envidia!! Y es que esta cajita ha de moverse a mi ritmo.... :-)

Shaila