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Friday, 06 February 2009

  • Someday We May

     

    Someday we may meet, who knows where or when?

    Sa ibang araw maaari naming magkita, pero na nakakaalam kung saan o kapag?
     
     
    Who knows, my love, what the future may bring?
     
    Na nakakaalam, ang aking pag-ibig, kung ano ang hinaharap na maaaring magdala?
     
     
    You and I are separated by so many seas
     
    Ikaw at ako ay sa pamamagitan ng separated kaya maraming kabilang.
     
     
    All day long, the waves roll and the tide comes in and out, a constant rhythm, unending music.
     
    Lahat ng araw na mahaba, ang alon gumulong at ang laki ng tubig lumapit sa at sa labas, ang tapat na ritmo, walang hangga musika.
     
    This is how love should be, constant, unchanging, unending, a beautiful, soulful rhythm.
     
    Ito ay kung paano ang pag-ibig ay dapat na, pare-pareho at walang pagbabago, ang isang maganda at madamdamin ritmo.
     
     
    Someday, we may meet face to face. Someday,our paths may cross.
     
    Sa ibang araw, kami ay maaaring makamit harapan. Sa ibang araw, ang aming mga landas maaaring cross.
     
    What will we say then? Will we speak poetry to each other?
     
     
    Kung ano ang aming sasabihin pagkatapos? Kami ay nagsasalita ng mga tula sa bawat isa?
     
    Or, will we let love speak for us?
     
    O, ay namin ipaalam sa pag-ibig makipag-usap para sa atin?
     
     
    Love will say what words can't. Love will reveal the true essence of the heart.
     
    Pag-ibig sabihin ay kung ano ang salita ay hindi. Pag-ibig ay ibunyag ang tunay na diwa ng puso.
     
    We are separated by many seas.
     
    Kami ay paghiwalayin ng maraming kabilang.
     
    But love creates a bridge between two beating and full hearts.
     
    Ngunit ang pag-ibig ng isang tulay sa pagitan ng dalawang beating at buong puso.
     
    There may be many differences between you and I.
     
    Maaaring may mga pagkakaiba sa pagitan mo at ng I.
     
    But love is the bridge that you and I use to reach other.
     
    Ngunit ang pag-ibig ay ang tulay na ginagamit namin upang maabot ang iba.
     
    Love is an ocean that we will cross where we will find each other waiting on the other side.
     
    Pag-ibig ay isang karagatan na namin ang cross na kung saan kami ay makahanap ng bawat isa naghihintay sa ibang mga bahagi.
     
    So much distance lies between us.
     
    Kaya marami ng distansya sa pagitan ng lies amin.
     
    But distance does not matter to love.
     
    Ngunit ang distansiya ay hindi bagay sa pag-ibig.
     
    There is no distance too great for love.
     
    Walang distance masyadong malaki para sa pag-ibig.
     
    Someday, you and I may meet.
     
    Sa ibang araw, ikaw at ako ay maaaring matugunan.
     
    Peace to you!
     
    Kapayapaan para sa iyo!

Sunday, 01 February 2009

Friday, 30 January 2009

  • Love is a Well

     

    Love is a well so deep.

    A well is somewhere you go when you're thirsty. A well contains water. I want to write about the woman at the well and Jesus came to her asking her for a drink of water. how can love be compared to a well? People are thirsty for love. Everyone wants love to renew and refresh them. Love can renew and refresh.

    What do you say about love? What even is love? I don't know. Love is not the fairy tale that it's cracked up to be. What is love? Where is love and what is love?

     

    Is it true that if you give love, you get love? I'm not sure about anything anymore. I'm really not. I'm not sure that if you give love, you get love.

    I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME. I PRAY THAT I GET THE CHANCE TO LOVE. I PRAY THAT I WILL BECOME A LOVER OF SOMEONE. I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME AND I'M SO AFRAID OF GOING THROUGH LIFE WITHOUT EVER HAVING THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND SHARE IT WITH OTHERS WHO REALLY WANT IT AND NEED IT AND WANT ME TO LOVE THEM.

    I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME AND IT MULTIPLIES INSTEAD OF GETTING SMALLER AND SMALLER. I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME WITHOUT GETTING THE CHANCE TO EXPRESS.IT .

    O\NE WAY OR ANOTHER, THIS LOVE IS GOING TO COME OUT AND EXPRESS ITSELF. I'M SO SICK AND TIRED OF NOT REALLY HAVING ANYONE TO LOVE AND ANYONE WHO REALLY WANTS MY LOVE. HOW DO YOU EXPRESS LOVE TO OTHERS? DO OTHERS EVEN WANT WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER? I REALLY DON'T KNOW, BUT I PRAY THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME. I REALLY PRAY THAT THE LOVE INSIDE OF ME FINDS SOME OUTLET. SOME WAY TO COME OUT, SOME WAY TO EXPRESS ITSELF.

    I RAGE AND RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT. PLEASE DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. RAGE, RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE INDIFFERENCE OF THIS WORLD. RAGE AGAINST THE WALLS THAT KEEP LOVE OUT. I RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT, MY LIGHT. MY LIGHT IS GOING OUT AND NOTHING CAN STOP IT. EVERYDAY, I DIE A LITTLE MORE UNTIL ALL THAT'S LEFT IS SOME UGLY, OLD SKELETON. we I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME. I WISH I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPRESS MYSELF AND MY LOVE AND THE WAYS IN WHICH I CAN SHOW LOVE. BUT, HOW DO YOU SHOW LOVE TO PEOPLE THAT DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE. HOW, HOW, HOW IS LOVE EXPRESSED? I RAGE AND RAGE AGAINST THE UNFAIRNESS OF MY LIFE AND HOW NO ONE REALLY SEEMS TO WANT MY LOVE. I RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE, EVERY DAY DYING A LITTLE MORE AND MORE.

    MY HEART HAS ALMOST NOTHING LEFT. SO I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN GIVE. DAY BY DAY, MY HEART DIES A LITTLE MORE AND A LITTLE MORE AND A LITTLE MORE.

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    Lovers can be apart from each other all day.  They each have their own lives to live. They go throughout their day and they save their innermost thoughts and feelings for their partner. They save up all their emotions and feelings and wait until the end of the day until they see their lover, their partner again. Then when they meet again, they let fly everything that they had been wanting to say. It all comes rushing out of them. They pour out their hearts and souls to each other. They share their innermost hearts with each other. They dig deep inside of themselves, bring everything out that has been on the inside and they share with each other their days, lives, their feelings, their thoughts.

    Lovers share from the deep recessess of their hearts. They dig deep to find some treasure to give to the other. They offer themselves, they dig deep to find some hidden treasure, some new emotion, some unexpressed idea, emotion, whatever and they bring that out to give to the other.

    Lovers share from the recesses of their hearts. They do not only share from their abundance, but their necessity. What is more honorable, more loving, more giving, sharing from your abundance, or your necessity? When you are in love, you find that you have a deep and hidden well, a well that has been undiscovered until now until you find someone to love. This well has been there in you all along, but you never knew it until now.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Don't do things to make people love you. I used to think that if I did X,Y, and Z. ___________ would love me. He would see that I was worth loving, I was worth his love and his time. I used to think that I could earn his love by what I did and what I said. I thought that I had to work and work and work for his love. I thought that if only I did this or did that, he would love me and want to be with me. He would start thinking of me in new ways, and he would see me in a different light. But, guess what? No matter what I do, or what I say, isn't good enough for me. I can't buy his love, his time, his affection. I can't do anything to make him love me. So, what do I do? How do I move on from here? How do I pick up the pieces of my heart and make them whole again? I learn that I am lovable and worthwhile. I learn to live my life in hope and trust. but that is the hardest thing to do. How do you hope and trust when nothing seems to be working out at all? How do you find love? Where does love hide? Why in the world can't I find love? Where does love seem to be hiding? you can't make anyone else love you? You can't do enough or say enough to make others love you. They will either love you or not. There is nothing you can do to make others want to be with you or love you. You can knock yourself out, bending yourself over backwards to impress, to ingratiate, to force someone to love you and that never, ever, ever works.