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Sunday Song – Carlos Santana

carlossantana[1]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.


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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.


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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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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

 


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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 😎


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Sunday Song – Flight From The City

Although Mother’s Day was on May 12, 2019, my special poem for Mother’s 

‘Your Mother’s Always with You’ 

was added to the BeZine Project Special Mini Edition for Mother’s Day  on May 20, 2019.

This video is a testimony to the strength of a mother. She must have the fortitude and resilience to impart upon her child a confident character in order to let go of her child into the world of whatever may come their way. Yet, she must be there to let them gather strength once again from her quietly warm touch. 

A mother’s love is never-ending.

Isadora 

2019©Isadora De La Vega

‘Your Mother is always with You’

She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of certain foods you remember.

She’s the flowers that you pick, of the perfume that she wore.

She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.

She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,

She’s in your laughter, crystallized in every tear,

She’s the place you came from, your first home.

She’s the map you follow with every step you take.

She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.

    Nothing on earth can separate you,

Not time … Not space … Not even death!

Isadora

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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Friday Fictioneers – Foolish Games

“Quiet she’s walking this way,” Patricia whispered. 

Francesca approached cautiously. 

They huddled together excluding her.

Shelia chastised Patricia’s meanness. “Invite her!”

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“Hey, Francesca, want to come to my party?”, Patricia asked, while handing her a paper.

An invite? She couldn’t believe it.

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll ask my Mom”.

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“Please, Mom”. “Patricia is the popular girl.”

“Fine, one hour only.”

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The instructions read: ‘Go 2 blocks passed the deli on Elm Street.’ Desperate, Francesca asked a passing older woman.

“No dear, there’s no Cherry Lane around here”.

A heavy rain began to fall, the perfect cover for a fools tears.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: J.Hardy Carroll

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***** Bullying is the use of force, threat, exclusion or coercion to abuse, or intimidate aggressively toward others. The behavior is often repeated and habitual in an event to overpower another.

***** Although I attended a Catholic parochial school which should have made bullying null and void, it did not. As the only Latino child in an all anglo school, my ethnic difference provided a great deal for students to use against me. Bullying comes in many colors and ethnic backgrounds; perhaps, one day it will be erradicated.

 

 


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A Quiet Respite

sunset-sailwebBlog Friends  ….

It is time for me to take a brief respite. I will be out on the high seas gathering energy from the wind and salty air. I’ll be listening to the music of the waves.

I wanted to leave you with a peaceful image of the ocean. I think in one of my previous lives I must have been a sailor. I love being out on the water.

Perhaps, it’s because of my astrology sign. I’m a cancer which is a water sign and is represented by the crab. I’m renewed while receiving abundant energy from the ocean. 

I’ll be without technology of any kind. I’ll be writing, reading and contemplating on expanding my knowledge of how to create a more peaceful journey for my life. 

Your posts brighten my day. I look forward to them. I believe you’re exceptional bodies of work will be the greatest loss while I’m away. Many, many of you are very talented and post the most incredibly meaningful stories and photographs I delight in seeing and reading.

Please feel free to make me aware of your extraordinary posts so I can read them. 

In my absence, if you’d like to catch up on my stories or poetry feel free to visit and enjoy. If you leave your insightful and thoughtful comments, I can assure you I will get to each and every one of them.

I leave you with the most precious gift … LOVE  😍

Isadora 😎