Go out and play in the rain
Paint a picture with crayons
Feel childlike with no apologies
Dance like you have a fancy dress-on
Feel free to imagine yourself wrapped in LOVE ….!!!
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
I Do Not Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. ©Pablo Neruda
Sunday Song – Carlos Santana
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The first time I heard Carlos Santana on the radio he was playing ….. Maria Maria
Influenced by his Latin roots, Carlos Santana is an award winning Hall of Fame guitarist and rock bandleader. He’s been active in the blues and pop song culture for over 40 years.
Santana was born in Autlan de Novarra, Mexico on my birthday July 20, 1947.
His sound is powerfully unique. It transports the listener to intoxicatedcating heights.
Carlos Santana first recorded with his band Santana in 1969, combining electrified blues guitar and Afro-Cuban rhythms into a groovy, danceable blend.
Samba Pa Ti is a perfect example of his blues sound.
In 2014, he collaborated with Jaunes on a song called ‘La Flaca’.
Juan Esteban Aristizábal Vásquez was born August 9, 1972. He’s better known as Juanes. It’s a contraction of his first and second name. He’s a Colombian musician who was a member of the Acoustic Rock band Ekhymosis and is, now, a solo artist. info©wikipedia
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La Flaca Lyrics
En la vida conoci mujer igual a la flaca
Coral negro de La Habana
tremendisima mulata
Cien libras de piel y hueso
40 kilos de salsa
y en la cara los soles
que sin palabras hablan.
que sin palabras hablan.
La flaca duerme de dia
dice que asi el hambre engana
cuando cae la noche
baja a bailar a la tasca
Y bailar y bailar
y tomar y tomar
una cerveza tras otra
pero ella nunca engorda,
pero ella nunca engorda.
Por un beso de la flaca
daria lo que fuera
por un beso de ella
aunque solo uno fuera.
Beauty Fades
A gift of poetic words from my hubby.
Dedicated with all my heart to me – Happy Birthday, Isadora
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***** Happy Birthday song written by Antonio Cappiello
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Friday Fictioneers – Ready or Not
8 – 9 – 10
“Ready or not, here I come,” she shouted.
Rosie hated this game. She knew if she didn’t play along they’d ignore her.
Her eyes roamed the central plaza, but they were no where to be seen.
The pretzel vender grinned as she passed in her search. Rosie was sure he knew.
She was struck by the hands covering the eyes of the huge sculpture looming above her. ‘A bit like this game,’ she thought.
Swiftly, hands pulled at her scrawny arms. Before she could turn, her eyes were covered. She wailed.
Then, the sound of screeching tires.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
Photo Prompt-©Roger Bultot
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*****Hide-and-seek, or hide-and-go-seek, is a popular children’s game in which any number of players (ideally at least three)[1] conceal themselves in a set environment, to be found by one or more seekers.
The game is played by one player chosen (designated as being “it”) closing their eyes and counting to a predetermined number while the other players hide. For example, count to 100 in units of 5 or count to 20, one two three and keep counting up till it reaches twenty. After reaching this number, the player who is “it” calls “Ready or not, here I come!” and then attempts to locate all concealed players.
Friday Fictioneers – The Ordeal
She hated them. All of them!
They hid behind their masks, worn as a disguise.
She knew what they had in mind. They couldn’t fool her.
With each spasm, an electrical jolt ran through her body.
How much more could she endure?
Aching, throbbing, electrifying pains on every inch of her skin.
She screamed. Her screams meant nothing. They only helped encourage their wretched abuse.
The glint from their eyes, above their masks, along with encouraging words meant nothing to her during these agonizing bloody moments.
When she thought she could endure no more, “A son,” they said.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
Photo Prompt©DaleRogerson
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Serenity – A Walk through Life
A Walk through Life ©IsadoraDeLaVega
Spend your brief moment according to nature’s law,
and serenely greet the journey’s end as an olive falls when it is ripe,
blessing the branch that bares it and giving thanks to the tree that gave it life.
quote from Marcus Aurelius [philosophers/resources]
Manhã de Carnaval – Al di Meola – Paco de Lucía – John McLaughlin
Sunday Song – For Your Love
LOVE: the way to LOVE anything deeply is to realize it may be lost to you one day.
A dream you DREAM alone is only a dream.
A dream you DREAM TOGETHER is reality. ©YokoOno
Sunday Song – If My Heart Had Windows
The way to love anything deeply is to realize that it may be lost.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
A Gift of Love
Without you,
Life is just existing.
With you,
Life is worth living.
You put a name on the
songs birds sing.
And, you bring the smell of flowers
to a breezy spring.
You are my sun.
You are my moon.
Please, get well.
And, come home soon.
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
A tear may appear when I hold you near
But, that’s for the sweet things you do
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you.
By your side I will stay ’til we’re old and gray
Reminiscing young moments we knew
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
A thief couldn’t steal the love that I feel
Heaven for me has come true
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
If My Heart had Windows
You’d see a heart full of love just for you
Friday Fictioneers – The Honeymoon
Dear Mom & Dad,
I’m sure this ‘Thank You’ note seems quite contrary to my persona, but it’s no-less sincere.
I’ve realized how my past ungrateful behaviors have hurt you. I apologize for it all.
The incredible gala you created for my marriage to Harry left me breathless.
As I’m sitting on the balcony with this magical view of Portofino, I’m tearful of the years we’ve missed together. Milestone celebrations; each lost along the way.
Your description of our honeymoon get-a-way was on target, to the last detail.
Spellbound describes how I feel today.
All my love,
Meghan
2019©Isadora DeLaVega
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Word Count: 100
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt: CEAyr
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***** The names of the characters in this fiction story is in no way associated with the Royals of England.
I simply needed two names for my characters. I have no clue about Meghan or Harry’s lives. Thanks 😎
