tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371484422011-07-30T17:52:32.684+02:00That you has called <em>arts</em> is not much than ecos from the soul. Caminar en los bordes de la realidad , es caminar por la vida.Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-71258103549574734262011-03-17T15:22:00.005+01:002011-03-17T15:48:45.932+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.defondos.com/bulkupload/Fondos-de-unicornios/Fantasia/Unicornios/Unicornios%20Misticos_800.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.defondos.com/bulkupload/Fondos-de-unicornios/Fantasia/Unicornios/Unicornios%20Misticos_800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sera que los misticos tienen razon?<div>sera que hace falta un corazòn</div><div>en el borde mismo de cada abismo</div><div><br /></div><div>para no dejarnos lanzar al vacio</div><div>y tomar la mano mas proxima </div><div>y seguir en el infinito deseo </div><div><br /></div><div>el deseo de vivir</div><div><br /></div><div>la mano misma del devenir, sus </div><div>rostros, dudas, nostalgias</div><div>pasado y presente </div><div>en un mismo segundo</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">la nueva sabiduria </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">soy mi ayer , mi hoy y mi mañana</span></div><div><br /></div><div>soy</div><div>el </div><div>ser </div><div>que </div><div>soy</div><div><br /></div><div>humano</div><div><br /></div><div>que ganas de mandarle a un cuerno </div><div>al dolor</div><div>para solo darle cabida </div><div>a la alegria</div><div><br /></div><div>la utopia</div><div>casi</div><div>inhumana</div><div><br /></div><div>no cabe en la realidad </div><div>de los soñadores</div><div>o misticos</div><div><br /></div><div>conviertete en amor</div><div>si </div><div>conviertete en amor</div><div><br /></div><div>no</div><div>hay espacio</div><div>para mas</div><div><br /></div><div>una metafora</div><div>mas</div><div>que me eleva </div><div>que me da </div><div>vida</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-7125810354957473426?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-40894964086161857092010-10-26T21:38:00.002+02:002010-10-26T21:49:09.070+02:00Nada va en una direccion equivocada<div>solo va en la dirección correcta</div><div>la dirección del vivir</div><div>del encontrar</div><div>del compartir</div><div><br /></div><div>Hay en cada paso un estímulo</div><div>que nace en algun centro vital</div><div>el que mueve el humano universo</div><div>ese que nos da una razon nueva para </div><div>sentirte viva</div><div><br /></div><div>Allí mismo en este presente donde</div><div>los lazos son eternos </div><div>como dirían </div><div>los místicos</div><div>los exentricos</div><div>los soñadores</div><div>encuentro tu presente</div><div>en mi presente</div><div><br /></div><div>Con los dos pies sobre la tierra</div><div>como se exprezan sus palabras</div><div>con los sueños de la mano</div><div>y la realidad de la que queda</div><div><br /></div><div>Feliz de estar en mí</div><div>sin haber perdido</div><div>la visión de lo bello</div><div>de lo humano</div><div><br /></div><div>Solo ha pasado unas cuantas</div><div>lunas</div><div><br /></div><div>Todo en su momento?</div><div>Que es eso?</div><div>Es que acaso el sentimiento </div><div>no tiene ningun derecho </div><div>ni tampoco puede exigir</div><div>por si mismo?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-4089496408616185709?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-50081941912575792922010-05-22T22:53:00.002+02:002010-05-22T23:01:20.456+02:00Det er alltid nok tid<br />til å leve<br />leve våken<br />leve fri<br />leve i drømmen<br />leve i syn<br /><br />Det er alltid nok tid<br />til å dele<br />dele frihet<br />dele liv<br />dele hjerte<br />dele viss<br /><br />Det er alltid nok tid<br />til å elske<br />elske livet<br />elske døden<br />elske tiden<br />som det går<br /><br />Er det et tegn<br />er det en sang<br />er det et ord<br />som trekker inn<br />inn mitt hjerte<br />eller din<br />en venn<br />eller venninde<br />har jeg møtte deg<br />jeg ???<br /><br />Hvor er vi<br />som ikke har sett<br />ansikt mot ansikt<br /><br />Du er der i hver enkelt<br />jeg treffer daglig<br />mennesker<br />som går<br />som drømmer<br />som tør<br />som lever<br />uansett<br />med alt<br />eller ingenting<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-5008194191257579292?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-11703567741933336912010-05-12T23:55:00.002+02:002010-05-12T23:59:35.452+02:00A veces hay encuentros<br />con heridas<br />con historias<br />con nombres<br />de lideres<br />pasados<br /><br />Y esos lideres<br />regrezan<br />a la memoria<br />en medio<br />del mar<br />mediterraneo<br /><br />Te envuelven<br />en la memoria del<br />si puedes<br />solo<br />hazlo<br />y lo mas bello<br />de todo<br />es lograrlo<br /><br />Los objetivos<br />del suenio<br />mas antiguo<br />de la humanidad<br />el equilibrio<br />humano<br />en medio<br />de la locura<br />general.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-1170356774193333691?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-80637072399057117802009-10-28T19:48:00.002+01:002009-10-28T19:57:49.800+01:00Tu llamado de hoy amiga<br />llega como la bofetada<br />deseada esperada<br /><br />Eres un volcan mas<br />a punto de estallar<br />de este punto<br />donde la vida<br />pregunta<br /><br />Que mas<br />a donde<br />como<br /><br />Y tus mismas palabras diran<br />cualquier camino<br />duele<br />en cualquiera<br />se derrama lagrimas<br />y sangre<br /><br />Entonces<br />a que se espera<br />porque se pospone<br /><br />La desicion<br />hay que pensarla<br />sentirla<br />y hacerla<br /><br />Lo que llama<br />desde el interior<br />es un acuerdo<br />... con el propio ser<br /><br />No hay nada<br />mas cierto en<br />este punto que<br />una luz nitida<br /><br />El amor<br />eso es lo que mueve el planeta<br /><br />en el naiv mundo de los<br />unos<br /><br />El dinero<br />en el naiv mundo de los medios<br /><br />El poder<br />en el naiv mundo de los otros<br /><br />Y asi nos vamos<br />en cada camino<br /><br />ve contigo mismo<br />en tu camino<br />y no con el camino de otros<br />en tu mente<br /><br />punto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-8063707239905711780?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-29318858353527993512009-10-27T12:58:00.002+01:002009-10-27T13:17:12.299+01:00El sol maravilloso sobre los fiordos<br />hojas rojisas desplazadas a los lados<br />no me canso de desplazar mi compromiso<br />este de sentir de vivir de no decir<br />de escucharlo en mi cuerpo<br />en la medula misma de este ser<br />que vaga en el mundo<br /><br />Un sentimiento que no se darle un nombre<br />solo se lo puede vivir en este interior mio<br />si tuviera voz quizas sonaria a algo lento<br />quizas con razgos de un cuadro colorido<br />violetas rojos verdes entonando notas<br />o quizas sonaria a un estruendoso pero maravilloso<br />volcan en ebullision a punto de erupsionar<br /><br />Que maravilla esto de sentir de ser<br />de aun pensar que hay volcanes en movimiento<br />a punto de erupsion<br /><br />Y me lleva la corriente sin saber a donde<br />unos dulcemente le llaman la edad del sol<br />y sin darme tretas me reuyo en el paso<br /><br />Me escondo de la mirada del mundo<br />sin entender bien porque<br />se que hay miradas generosas<br />y manos prestas a una ayuda<br /><br />Pero ayuda para que<br />si la vida se hizo<br />para caminarla<br /><br />Voy en camino a mi encuentro ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-2931885835352799351?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-91705655021720102552009-04-06T06:54:00.003+02:002009-04-08T10:14:23.099+02:00<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">My</span> country ...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">earth</span> ... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">where</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">it</span>?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">in</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">blue</span> planet<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">with</span> a lot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">amazing</span> persons<br />I dont <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">missing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">anything</span> ...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">either</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">myself</span> ...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">finaly</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">every</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">feeling</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">in</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">the</span> right <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">place</span> ...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">alone</span> ?<br />never...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">allway</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">somebody</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">there</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">with</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">word</span><br />or smile<br />or a hug ...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">But</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">yes</span><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">am</span> ...<br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">can</span> be ...<br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">you</span>?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">The</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">big</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">question</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">allways</span><br />has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">been</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">about</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">you</span> ...<br />man or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">woman</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">children</span><br />or<br />more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">than</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">that</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">every</span> singel<br />part <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">our</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">world</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">the</span> "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">animals</span>"<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">Answer</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">me</span>!!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">Please</span><br />Tell <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">me</span>!!<br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">need</span> to know ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-9170565502172010255?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-70886057386024420782009-01-17T07:24:00.003+01:002009-01-17T07:50:01.185+01:00Que no se queden los sueños dormidos<br />que no que no<br />que no se queden en casa perdidos<br />que no que no<br />que no se queden en la casa<br />contemplando el acertijo<br />querido<br />que no que no<br /><br />Que cante y dansen los sueños del alma<br />que si que si<br />que vivren tiempos en manos dormidas<br />que si que si<br />que dejen huella en el alma<br />del humano<br />querida<br />que si que si<br /><br />_______<br /><br />La guitarra me da un nuevo reto<br />tu cuerpo me da un viejo sueño<br />mi cuerpo desea un nuevo sueño<br /><br />La maravilla danza camina lenta<br />buscadora siempre de lo bello<br />el acto mismo del movimiento .. crear<br /><br />Nada mas bello que tu arte<br />para despertar mi arte<br />dandole cabida a tu imagen en mis pies<br /><br />Y no basta decirte gracias Bjørn<br />por este impulso de sueños<br />de ganas de vuelos humanos.<br /><br />Este antiguo espectro<br />del alma mia<br />alma que dormía<br /><br />el dolor mismo<br />de perder<br />... perderte .. pasado<br /><br />__________<br /><br />Vienen ideas<br />muchas a la vez<br />tomadlas una a una<br />formarlas<br />darles cuerpo<br />y razón<br /><br />Impulsos<br />juegos mentales<br />busco la nada<br />y me apropio<br />de mi<br />de mis sueños<br />del mundo<br />si de mi<br />ma<br />ra<br />vi<br />llo<br />so<br />mundo<br />aqui y ahora en esta instancia<br />viva <br />vivir el <br />propio camino<br /><br />escrito<br />un dieciseis de septiembre en el dosmilocho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-7088605738602442078?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1796658885580387962008-12-16T23:34:00.002+01:002008-12-16T23:45:21.324+01:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Niños del mismo planeta</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Las voces del silencio se escucharan.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Cantando canciones de paz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">El viento deja su mensaje.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">contandono una vez màs.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Somos niños del mismo planeta..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Nacidos de la misma madre.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Compartimos la misma herencia..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Extrañamos lo mismo .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A pesar del ruido escucharemos..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A pesar de la niebla veremos.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">En medio de la locura caotica del mundo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">vamos a crear juntos la paz.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Kjersti B Amundsen<br /><br />Feliz Navidad y prospero año Nuevo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Les desea de todo corazón Vilma y Juni</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-179665888558038796?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-83156553802590496992008-11-23T09:21:00.003+01:002008-11-23T14:31:17.803+01:00La tarde hermosa <br />de ayer <br />me da la sabiduria <br />de hoy<br />y no lo diría yo <br />lo dirían <br />ellos<br />mejor dicho <br />ese<br />padre <br />esposo <br />hombre de negocios<br />generoso <br />con su saber<br />diría...<br /><br />El mejor vendedor<br /><br />"Si llegas a su corazón , <br />llegas a su billetera."<br /><br />como diría Veronica<br /> "dios mio" ...<br /><br />Haber <br />no entedi bien<br /><br />y yo <br />que creo aun en el amor<br />sere una utopista<br />sere<br />como diría mi amada amiga <br />Mariposa<br />"una poetisa de la vida"<br /><br />seguire observando <br />con el corazón <br />para no perder el hilo <br />de mi razón<br /><br />seguire el camino <br />aprendido<br />con las espinas <br />de ayer<br /><br />seguire teniendo<br />esa sensación <br />de estar viva<br />de ser yo<br /><br />como trasmitirte <br />esta sensación <br />Cecilia<br />como?<br /><br />Veo tu rostro <br />escucho tus gritos<br />tu niña agotada<br /><br />mujer<br />hermana<br />amiga<br /><br />como extender<br />mi mano y abrazarte<br />decirte<br />que te <br />veo<br /><br />que siento tu<br />dolor<br />y reir<br />reir<br />hasta<br />no poder <br />más<br /><br />y curarnos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-8315655380259049699?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-90887405295727752642008-10-15T18:27:00.004+02:002008-10-15T18:43:24.124+02:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >A veces</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >uno encuentra</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >a sus amigos</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >al otro del planeta</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >y los ama</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >como</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >nunca</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >antes</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Gracias</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >por devolverme</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >mi sangre</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >la tierra</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >que me vio</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" >nacer</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><br /><br />Vicitala:<br /><br />www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qGMHx_eJLg<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-9088740529572775264?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-5071115498834929382008-10-06T07:18:00.006+02:002008-10-06T08:11:31.603+02:00Como una abalancha de nieve <br />sobre mi cabeza maravilla<br />en medio de mis mas bellas páginas<br />las de la vida <br />mis escritos<br /><br />Tu pequeña nota de "si luchamos juntos"<br />me ha rasgado el alma <br />esta mañana<br />Sera<br />que tu fantasma se aleja<br />me deja<br /><br />Y ya no te lloro <br />solo amo este sentirme viva<br />con las crisis mundiales<br />y mis desaciertos<br />políticos<br /><br />Es que para sobrevivir <br />a veces hay que <br />enloquecer<br />y dormir con el enemigo<br />para aprender de su <br />camino <br />camino muerto.<br /><br />camino desierto<br />camino incierto<br />con grandes sedes <br />de venganzas inútiles<br /><br /><br />Y luego despertar<br />si <br />despertar <br />de la pesadilla <br />a la que <br />los propios pies<br />fueron conduciendo<br />en el lapsus<br />mismo de la locura<br /><br /> Para luego<br />encender mi alma<br />mi cuerpo <br />mi ser<br />a<br />la<br />vida<br />a<br />mi <br />lucha<br />diaria<br />por<br />encontrar<br />me<br />encontrar<br />te<br /><br />Y no hablo de ti <br />hablo a futuro<br />hablo a los corazones<br />hablo a las razones<br />hablo de millones<br />hablo para millones<br /><br />mi riqueza<br />mis manos<br />mis pies<br />mi alma<br /><br />la humanidad<br /><br />www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWl45J8XI-E<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-507111549883492938?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-33091291546293815722008-07-25T22:33:00.003+02:002008-10-03T20:59:57.174+02:00Gående i min egen tid<br />behersket meg selv i ensomheten<br />ingen kan ta fra meg min vesen<br />ingen kan ta fra meg min sjel<br /><br />Gråtende kan være der<br />men glede kommer etter tid<br />gleden blir i min ferden<br />lykken er allerede i meg<br /><br />Morgen daggry blir lysere<br />i den regnbuen krystalskskinnende jeg ser<br />morgen daggry blir mitt liv igjen <br />i mine armer som fyller den lange tommhet<br />fra den verden som lever andre realiteter<br /><br />Reiser deg opp kvinne , sanheten venter .<br />Elevate mujer que la verdad te espera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-3309129154629381572?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-90361780567869504512008-07-06T13:57:00.002+02:002008-07-06T14:00:14.919+02:00Tu lo dices es tu hacer<br />tu pensar tu sentir<br />Tu lo sabes<br />nadie mas lo comprende<br />es tu reflexion <br />Tu lo vives<br />es tu sensacion mas intima<br />Cual es el tema <br />de tu día<br />???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-9036178056786950451?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-46350503519393684242008-05-21T20:26:00.001+02:002008-05-21T20:28:17.821+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/SDRpnr_ycgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GojDJR2c7ZY/s1600-h/para_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/SDRpnr_ycgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GojDJR2c7ZY/s400/para_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202899600065851906" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-4635050351939368424?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-6985695085483486562008-04-27T13:15:00.005+02:002008-04-27T13:43:05.872+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/SBRmFIGz-2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/O5CKuc58l4U/s1600-h/Diamond+Heart.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/SBRmFIGz-2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/O5CKuc58l4U/s400/Diamond+Heart.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193888508526459746" /></a><br />En dag <br />kommer vi <br />lever vi<br />drømmer vi<br />skaper vi <br />føler vi<br />vår egene hender<br /><br />Noen bruker andre for å leve<br /><br />kanskje <br />de kan ikke bruker seg selv <br /><br />fristelser<br />som ser ut som <br />dype<br />virkeligheter<br /><br />sansene lurer oss<br />men også ...<br />fyller oss <br />av fantasier<br /><br />og noen tror <br />at disse er sant!!<br /><br />merkelig nok<br />sitter jeg på min egen<br />sjel<br />som ikke har blitt solgt<br /><br />prisen <br />er et ord <br />som ikke passer <br />i min tilværelse<br /><br />De fleste sier <br />alle har en pris<br /><br />sikkert...<br />som en latinoamerikansk <br />forfatter sa<br />" for pengende danser hunden"<br />kanskje han har rett<br /><br />men jeg er ikke<br />en apekatt<br />jeg<br />har kommet meg <br />til en annen drømm<br />å være<br />et<br />menneske<br /> <br /><br />ja vi drømmer om å leve<br />på månen<br />til enn hvert pris<br /><br />kvinner som menn<br />løper eter <br />alle slags<br />logner<br />eller<br />sannheter<br />som de tror på..<br /><br />jeg ser <br />observerer<br />og mediterer<br /><br />i min ensom <br />tilværelse<br />å kjenner <br />vinden i ansiktet mitt<br />som renser<br />mine tanker<br /><br />i dag kjennes <br />en fantastisk<br />energi<br /><br />det kjenner <br />jeg <br />hver dag<br /><br />jeg føler glede<br />glede for å existere<br />med alt det som innebærer <br /><br />livet ... og sine gåter<br /><br />døden ... og sine adversel..<br /><br />og leve med dere er å elske livet...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-698569508548348656?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-49467892389221091472008-03-23T07:35:00.002+01:002008-03-23T07:41:12.434+01:00Es dificil entender las distancias<br />a veces vienen y nos dejan vacios<br />nos irrumpen dejandonos huecos<br />de un dolor conocido...<br /><br />Nada mas hermoso que saber <br />que uno ama . Quizas ese sea<br />el real sentido del amor sentirlo<br />en toda su dimensión ...el dolor<br /><br />El amor es simple amados amigos<br />no os dejeis olvidaros demasiado<br />junteis sus manos y sus bocas <br />amaos nuevamente con lo aprendido<br /><br />Guilli ... Guilli estara alli ... con vosotros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-4946789238922109147?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-22312442684410878782008-01-13T21:36:00.000+01:002008-01-13T21:51:08.600+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/R4p5tIrESFI/AAAAAAAAABk/hktzaFnY2kE/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/R4p5tIrESFI/AAAAAAAAABk/hktzaFnY2kE/s200/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155066539808147538" /></a><br />Det a ta ansvar har mye i selve begrepet<br />det blir en forståelse om hva et menneske <br />betyr i sammfunet<br /><br />Jeg tar mitt ansvar i forhold til mine nære<br />familie , venner , kjente.<br />Hvordan?<br />Med og dele min kunnskap mine analisser<br />mine følelser som kan bevisse en annen vision<br />om livet...<br /><br />Vi er alle sammen i samme verden<br />med en behov om å leve livet ut<br />skape våre drømmer eller våre enkelte behov<br /><br />Hvert enkelt menneske kan ta sitt ansvar<br />med å være mådig nok til å være medmenneske<br />med en ny frisk tanke som bygge en verden hvor <br />felleskapet lykkes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-2231244268441087878?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1254691474043708192007-12-03T20:09:00.000+01:002007-12-03T20:31:05.108+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/R1RZbORSu6I/AAAAAAAAABc/qiUvqpImQko/s1600-R/DSC00544.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/R1RZbORSu6I/AAAAAAAAABc/opll9DKpZwg/s200/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139831398958545826" /></a><br />Parece que la guitarra se ha apoderado de mi<br />parece que sus palabras van tomado sentido<br />parece que su sonrisa se convina con la mía<br /><br />entre azul y rojo aparece un verde en el centro<br />parece que nada de lo real fuese mas cierto<br />entre la zurda y la diestra se mezclan atardeceres<br /><br />dejame escuchar tus manos volcandose en la guitarra<br />dejame que las mias se tornen musica danza y poesía<br />en silencio van sus manos enlazandoce en las guitarras<br />dejando ya finalmente que la las horas tengan sentido<br /><br />los poetas amigos comentan desde la tierra amada<br />Antonio con sus ensayos... León y sus nuevos encuentros<br /><br />respiro si y me encanto <br />del silencio mas íntimo ... <br />mi llanto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-125469147404370819?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-39147837965501039102007-10-08T22:54:00.000+02:002008-02-05T13:59:23.840+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/Rwqc88tETiI/AAAAAAAAABU/TfjdIfirotM/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/Rwqc88tETiI/AAAAAAAAABU/TfjdIfirotM/s200/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119076497361227298" /></a><br />Hav er det?<br />Hva er det som beveger verden<br />hva er det som gjør at vi er her <br />enten med glede eller hat<br /><br />Hvem er de?<br />Hvem er de som beveger verden<br />hvem er de som gjør at vi gjør det<br />enten med penger eller sjel<br /><br />Hvor er vi?<br />Hvor er det stedet som gjør vår virkeligheten bedre eller verre?<br />hvor er det stedet som gjør oss det vi er?<br />enten en himmelsk eller helvetes sted <br /><br />Vi lever her !<br />Vi er her som fri vesener<br />Vi leter en slags frihet av glede <br />Vi leter etter den rette eller den gale<br />Vi finnes i et ord<br />Mennesker<br />drømmene pragmatisk mennesker <br />som drukener i et chanpagne glass<br /> <br />Dagen i morgen er en drøm <br />som vi skapere<br />bør tegnes <br />med det vakreste farger som finnes bare i vår fantasi<br /><br />Å elske <br />det er å leve<br />å danse <br />det er å leve<br />å skape <br />det er å leve<br />så skap deg <br />et liv<br /><br />som de krigere med bare <br />sine hender til å krige gjør det<br /><br />som leverer<br />sitt hjerte på <br />hvert skritt <br /><br />La meg være<br />være meg selv<br />hjertet mitt <br />er helt og fult<br />av det vakreste <br />farger <br />som finnes i verden<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-3914783796550103910?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-27880256363221649772007-09-11T13:32:00.000+02:002007-09-11T13:48:14.396+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RuaAAz6XHpI/AAAAAAAAABM/CgqG34abA5k/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RuaAAz6XHpI/AAAAAAAAABM/CgqG34abA5k/s200/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108911578721754770" /></a><br /><br /><br />El riesgo de existir <br />es el riesgo de vivir<br /><br />vivir <br />de frente<br />de lado <br />detrás<br />pero vivir<br /><br />nada hay que temer<br />solo nuestro miedo<br />alli esta <br />metidito<br />aquel gusano <br />que carcome <br />nuestro<br />ser<br />nuestro<br />hacer<br />el miedo<br /><br />como alguna vez<br />lo dije<br />que el miedo<br />tenga miedo<br />de invadirme<br /><br />mi signo<br /><br />amar<br />la vida<br />la muerte<br />lo humano<br />lo bello<br />lo terrible<br /><br />pero amar<br />lo cuerdo<br />lo loco<br />lo tierno<br />lo infierno<br />a m a r <br />en un instante <br /><br />para luego<br />terminar<br />acabar<br />perder...<br />ganando<br />la vida<br />y después<br />morir<br />o vivir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-2788025636322164977?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-43246734774402326022007-09-08T15:58:00.000+02:002007-09-08T16:43:20.473+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RuKw6D6XHoI/AAAAAAAAABE/z6y_uvGKn6M/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RuKw6D6XHoI/AAAAAAAAABE/z6y_uvGKn6M/s200/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107839438920556162" /></a><br /><br />En solskinnsdaag i september!<br />En vakker kvinne i sin beste alder,<br />nyter solen denne tidlig høstdagen.<br />Hun tenker på det siste året.<br />I disse dager for et år siden, et svik, <br />eller var det noe som bare måtte komme.<br />Et resultat av flere sterke personligheter,<br />som har det bedre alene og som venner?<br />Hun sitter der og suger til seg <br />denne deilige september solen,<br />den varmer og gir en deilig<br />ro og trygghet.<br />Tankene går til andre kontinenter,<br />hun er sugen på livet.<br />En følelse som er godt å kjenne,<br />en enorm appetitt på livet...Hun <br />kjenner behag.<br /><br />Å vite hvor og hvem man er ! For <br />mange er dette noe man ikke tenker på.<br />Det å være på reise i sitt eget indre, krever tid<br />og rom. Ikke alle tar seg tid til det,<br />andre blir skremt. De er redde<br />for hva som måtte komme!<br /><br />September kvinnen er trygg og ærlig, <br />hun kjenner når foten trykker.<br />Hun vet også hva som må til.<br /><br />Hvor enn livets reise fører henn.<br />Man er seg selv nærmest,<br />Noen reiser alene. På et tog<br />er vi alle. Runt og rundt, rett fram,<br />frem og tilbakeeller i en labyrint.<br /><br />I dag smiler vi og har det bra,<br />i morgen er vi triste. Vi må hvile<br />og være forberedt på det uventede<br />en kjær person, en forelskelse, et <br />tap. Men alltid fremover!!!<br /><br />Siempre adelante, que sabio que era ese hombre. Ikke rart <br />su hija tambien es una capa.<br /><br />Hoy día junto con todos esos días<br />y momentos de la vida<br />Carpe dien.<br /><br />Te quiero y repeto mucho,<br />mi sombrero esta en el aire<br />por tí todo el tiempo.<br /><br />Mi mejor amiga!<br />Felicitaciones<br />lo mejor para tí.... Espen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-4324673477440232602?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-33459494291012626152007-08-15T14:19:00.000+02:002007-08-15T15:24:54.174+02:00Når tiden har ikke betydning.<br />Går de rundt på alle hjørnene i Oslo <br />Inn og ut i hans bohemisk verden <br />Hvor alle sansene vekkes av begjær <br />I alle slags former <br />begjær om å sette ord på historiske tema<br />begjær om å ta huden av hverandres kropp<br />begjær om å smake hans indre og hans ytre<br />begjær naturlig og vakkert begjær.<br /><br />Slik to ungdommer i letting til den første kyss<br />Den første rørelse den første oppsikt <br />Myke leppene deres som blir tørste av hverandres tørst<br />Mann og kvinne… kvinne og mann<br /><br />Fri i en verden fult av lenking<br />Lenking med mørke gullfargede fantasier<br />Hvor nesten alle mister noe I løpet av sitt liv<br />Mister en regnbu i en vakkert aften da sola har gått ned etter regneværet <br /><br />Hun savner savner noe som har betydning<br />Savner det enkelt og det mest komplisert <br />En smil … en venn … en hjerte venn <br />Som sikkert sitter i et kjent eller ukjen sted I verden <br />Og nyter livet bare fordi man elsker å leve<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-3345949429101262615?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-27023404417407633692007-07-29T22:18:00.000+02:002007-07-29T22:30:56.112+02:00A black hole<br />inside <br />has ground up<br /><br />Emty<br />nothing to give<br />nothing to take<br /><br />Happiness<br />quiet strange<br />feeling<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-2702340441740763369?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-87889568387762416702007-07-21T23:05:00.000+02:002007-07-21T23:35:01.183+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RqJ6jOxwcfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A1YeGBuEoV8/s1600-h/IMG_6126.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RqJ6jOxwcfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A1YeGBuEoV8/s200/IMG_6126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089765274562884082" /></a><br /><br />Dear ... <br />you learned me to love the love<br />the real love <br />I found in your hands <br />in your kisses <br />when we maked love together<br /><br />in our rom <br />in the forest <br />in the sea<br />on the trees<br /><br />our love <br />will be for ever<br />in our real friendship<br />with a higt respect <br />for eachouther<br /><br />you are unique<br />dear friend<br /><br />I know you will find<br />your woman<br />who will give you <br />your childrens<br /><br />and I will see<br />how happy <br />a man like you<br />can be<br /><br />Thanks<br />for all those beautiful years together<br />and thanks <br />becouse you are a real man<br />and the father to my son <br /><br />your friend for ever<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-8788956838776241670?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-3343041278776946812007-07-19T23:01:00.000+02:002007-07-20T00:05:47.918+02:00just run<br />just run in the secret night <br />just run like a wind in the middle of the storm<br />expose your wild natur <br />expose your natur mind<br /><br /><br />I will not be a part of that<br />I can`t be a part of the beauty<br />from your hands <br /><br />the coldess night give me a sign<br />the snows show me where you went<br />I can´t be a part of the beauty <br />from your hands<br /><br />just talk <br />just talk your tale<br />just show us the secret of your shadows<br />expose your sings<br />expose your trace of your skin<br /><br />I can´t read your signs <br />I can´t read your mind<br />I can´t read between the lines<br /><br />but <br />I see a shadow<br />into your soul<br /><br />the light <br />in the dakness<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-334304127877694681?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-66672569788212269152007-07-18T17:44:00.001+02:002007-07-18T17:44:55.263+02:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3384/422705163674985/1600/z/355320/image-upload-15-794372.jpg"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3384/422705163674985/300/z/533105/image-upload-15-794372.jpg"/></a><br /><span>Evig forandring </span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-6667256978821226915?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-74058087460516380742007-07-15T16:23:00.000+02:002007-08-07T12:19:29.096+02:00I dag gikk jeg til å hente noe i skogen<br />jeg nekte meg selv å gå dit ...<br />jeg måtte tvinge meg til det<br /><br />Jeg fant igjen den del av meg <br />den del som gir meg styrke<br />den del som ser det lyse i det mørke<br /><br />Jeg vil fremdeles tro <br />tro på menneske <br />tro på vennskap<br />tro på naturen <br />tro på deg <br />tro på meg <br /><br />vi er ekte vesener <br />som fremdeles<br />lever ansik mot ansik<br /><br />Tilbake fra turen <br />oppdaget jeg noe <br />det kan være min egen galskap<br />om det som er mulig<br />om det som er naiv<br />om det som finnes <br />dyp dyp i naturen<br />dyp i menneskeheten<br />dyp i meg <br />og kanskje dyp i deg og<br /><br />jeg vil kalle det <br />universal kjærlighet<br />fordi jeg så <br />kjærlige farger<br />kjærlige andunger<br />kjærlig bevegelser<br />rundt meg<br /><br />min egen <br />kjærlighet for livet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-7405808746051638074?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-41896431743059749442007-07-14T22:01:00.000+02:002007-07-14T22:16:24.764+02:00algunas veces pienso<br />que es la vida ...<br />que hago aqui ...<br />cual es mi lugar ...<br />para que estoy respirando<br />que me da un camino a seguir<br />que me quita ganas de seguir<br /><br />y bueno en esas meditaciones pierdo mis horas<br />y dejo de producir <br />producir ideas que me permitan seguir<br />seguir con el diario confrontar <br />con el diario vivir <br />donde lo complejo <br />se vuelva simple<br /><br />y lo simple <br />se vuelva <br />una forma de vivir<br /><br />quiero dejar <br />dejar de meditar tanto <br />y salir a mirar la noche <br />en su plenitud <br />sin estrellas que nublen <br />mi fantasia <br />sino con la realidad gris de esta noche <br />nublada y lluviosa<br /><br />de ideas pesadas y <br />sin una fantasiosa <br />mentira de alegria inexistente<br /><br />quiero ser como todos <br />un ser humano <br />que puede quejarse<br />que manda a la <br />punta de un cuerno todo lo que <br />puede ser bueno<br />o malo<br />quiero ser un ser humano normal<br />que cuando ama<br />verdaderamente ama<br /><br />y que cuando llora<br />pues llora<br />que cuando tiene dolor<br />pues se duele<br />sin autoenganarse<br />con un optimismo <br />en clishe<br /><br />amar los tiempos duros es dificil <br />amigo silvio<br />amar los tiempos bellos es quiza<br />una facil tarea<br /><br />vivir es un reto diario<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-4189643174305974944?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-55470579915435737272007-07-08T01:14:00.000+02:002007-08-07T12:16:33.944+02:00et gult verdi hjerte er til salgs<br />en diamant sjel er ikke solgt ennå<br />men bare aksepteres kontant gode gjerninger <br />som betalingsvilkår<br /><br />hva betyr å være rik<br />er det å ha penger<br />for å kunne kjøpe alt<br /><br />ny drømmer har møte sted<br />på et hjørne i hvilken som helst gate <br />som ikke har betyndning <br />i hvilken by det var<br /><br />i dag har jeg blitt rik <br />jeg har møte noen igjen<br />noen som hadde forsvunnet <br />for få uker <br /><br />hun var der <br />med sin egen fantasi <br />med en vakker melodi<br /><br /><br />hun tok min hånd <br />og hun gråt<br />og jeg ga henne en klem<br />og vi gråt ...<br />ja <br />vi gråt sammen<br /><br />...<br /><br />jeg hvisket til henne<br />du... jeg elsker deg<br />og hun hvisket tilbake<br />du...<br />jeg ... elsker han<br /><br />vi så på hverandre<br />og vi lo ... <br />lo til klokken var to.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-5547057991543573727?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-23415770954893742432007-07-06T20:03:00.000+02:002007-08-07T12:17:59.969+02:00den berusende kropp<br />den berusende sted<br />den berusende følelse<br /><br />den berusende jord <br />som ikke har en sjans<br />bare en bremseeffekt mulighet<br /><br />den provokatorisk smil<br />den provokatorisk ord<br />den provokatorisk idioti<br /><br />som alle blir beruset av<br /><br />jeg vil våkne av den mareritt<br />berusende provokatorisk mareritt<br />hvor misunnelse tar over tenkeevne<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-2341577095489374243?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-67675500464368673372007-07-05T23:04:00.000+02:002007-08-07T12:20:46.131+02:00det finnes bare vennskap<br />hvor alt kan gli <br />uten navn<br />uten forventinger<br /><br />hvor hver enn kan være<br />vær den man er<br />vær den <br />som drømmer <br />som gir av seg selv<br /><br />nakenhet i sin mest praktfull<br />virkeligheten<br />har ikke noe å gjøre<br />med sanheten<br /><br />en dag av gangen <br />her og nå<br />i den vakkert tiden<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-6767550046436867337?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-66957405763391574862007-06-26T14:42:00.000+02:002007-08-07T12:22:27.266+02:00Quiero hablar <br />hablar de aquello <br />que en otros tiempos <br />no nos fue permitido y aun ahora<br />lo sería a carta abierta<br /><br />Hablar det tiempo que roce tu piel <br />tu piel femenina sin saber que nombre <br />podria ponerle a esa sensación de mis manos<br /><br />a los besos que durarían unos dias en el derrotero<br />de una revolución inacabada <br />donde la tortura se mezclava<br />con mis busquedas <br />y las persecuciones me reventaban <br />el cerebro<br /><br />Quiero hablar de "este" tiempo <br />donde los sentimientos tienen una cabida<br />desconocida<br />un humbral sin casa ni jardin<br />un humbral de ruinas griegas<br />que lo único que van haciendo es...<br />maravillando la vision de los vicitantes<br /><br />Vicitantes que transeundan el planeta <br />buscando saciar los sentidos con maravillas <br />materiales y maravillas sensuales<br /><br />El cerebro se desborda <br />sin ningun control ni medida<br />se parece a la locura <br />escondiendoce en tus manos <br />para no perder del todo el contacto <br />con esta realidad de cambios climáticos<br /><br />de cambios históricos <br />de cambios de piel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-6695740576339157486?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-29364232871983318252007-06-26T01:47:00.000+02:002007-08-15T12:58:51.469+02:00Det er natt og med natten noen ganger kommer de mest dype tanker <br />jeg er naken ... naken foran øyene mine ... du sitter der i det stedet som <br />jeg elsket<br /><br />Duften av din hud sådde dyp inne i meg <br />sådde en ubeskrivelig varsler tilstand <br />hvor alle mine sanser vekket... <br /><br />Dine ord ... din smil ... din kunst...<br />var dødelig forelskelsen ... som tokk min vilje<br /><br />Jeg kjemper imot ... imot den vakkert følelser jeg har ...<br />imot min egen fantasi om det vi var om dine hender ... jeg skapte deg <br />som den gud som ikke finnes ... og ga deg en makt som ikke finnes ...<br /><br />Min kropp skjelver ... skjelver til døden<br /><br />var du en fantasi ??? <br />var du min fantasi ???<br />eller er du en real vesen..<br /><br />fortell meg ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-2936423287198331825?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-52806347251718916822007-05-29T21:27:00.000+02:002007-08-07T12:28:23.801+02:00Caminar por los tuneles <br />mas profundos del ser<br />llevan siempre a una nueva luz<br /><br />Una luz que deja huella<br />en la piel <br />una busqueda intermitente<br />los tesoros del alma<br /><br />El alma no tiene salida ...<br />esta presa<br />atada en la infinitud de un amor<br />amor inexistente ... pobre alma<br />ya no tiene cabida en ningún lugar<br /><br />herrante <br />como miles de humanos <br />que ya no tienen cabida <br />en ningun lugar<br />de guerras con reglas de juego<br />que protegen la "vida"<br /><br />Aquellas reglas <br />que evitan <br />ciertas catástrofes humanas <br />sin lograr evitar la mayor de ellas<br />la guerra misma <br /><br /><br />Déjenla salir<br />déjenla correr<br />déjenla que cante<br />que llore<br />déjenla bailar <br />placida<br />serena<br /><br />Dejad <br />el alma<br />en paz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-5280634725171891682?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-30396472893058669462007-05-17T20:26:00.000+02:002007-05-17T21:03:53.310+02:00I saw people to day <br />with much colours than usually<br />I saw them with a smile in those faces<br />and with much happiness<br /><br />I felt a part of this place<br />a part of this city<br />my mind was quiet<br />and the beautiful Juni was also there<br /><br />She is a ligth in the middle of the storm,<br />we don´t know really when the storm will begin<br />but it will begin one of those days <br /><br />I should didn`t writing this <br />but I need let this feeling go<br />and later maybe I can put new fresh ideas in my mind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-3039647289305866946?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-69517953011221422652007-05-11T14:06:00.000+02:002007-08-07T12:29:10.774+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RkRkM7cosEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X1zmrd_yVkM/s1600-h/519px-Piano.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RkRkM7cosEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X1zmrd_yVkM/s200/519px-Piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063282054350286914" /></a><br />Amadeus<br />let me<br />feel<br />your measure<br /><br />...<br />let me <br />know<br />your keystone<br /><br />...<br />let me <br />love<br />your sound <br /><br />...<br />let me <br />know <br />your face<br /><br />...<br />let me <br />discovered<br />your sound<br />in my movements<br /><br />...<br />and <br />in the end<br />let me be<br /><br />my self<br /><br />and you<br />can be <br />your self<br />again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-6951795301122142265?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-13758500229277356852007-05-08T23:56:00.000+02:002007-05-09T00:25:14.742+02:00I walked in the streeds to day <br />with my hands in my pockets<br /><br />for a moment I felt naked <br />and certainly it was cold outside<br /><br />A cold idea came to me in the same moment<br />my heart beat faster <br />and I turned my head to see behind me <br /><br />There he was, with those intense blue eyes<br /><br />He is a murder <br />the morder of my dreams<br />without face <br />without intentions<br /><br />He didn´t want to kill me or kill my dreams<br />he just smiled to me and he went<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-1375850022927735685?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-47902738432741656712007-05-06T16:12:00.000+02:002007-05-10T11:07:02.441+02:00Å leve intens på hvert sekund <br />kan være en form for å leve<br />gir alt det man har på hvert sekund<br />kan være kunsten som lever livet ut<br /><br />det er vi mennesker som tror <br />at vi er mer enn alle andre vesener<br />men det er vi som kan ødelege mest <br />på hvert sekund vi lever<br /><br />Mine venner sier til meg <br />gjør noe med det du tenker! <br />og det gjør jeg ... jeg sier i fra hva jeg tenker <br />og det føles bedre enn å være stille...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-4790273843274165671?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-63309862490902062462007-04-30T10:48:00.000+02:002007-04-30T11:07:48.679+02:00Sometimes <br />I have nothing <br />to say...<br /><br />but my heart <br />my soul<br />want to talk<br /><br />my silence<br />have another<br />language<br /><br />I am happy <br />because<br />I don´t need <br />to use words <br />all the time<br /><br />It is a gorgeus day<br />really it is...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-6330986249090206246?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-83821501626852015932007-04-23T00:18:00.000+02:002007-04-27T16:10:01.397+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/Rivqd9oVl4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/56kQ1R28z4E/s1600-h/frussurf_FO18.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/Rivqd9oVl4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/56kQ1R28z4E/s200/frussurf_FO18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056392807134369666" /></a><br /><br />Hva er det?<br />Det er noe som har kommet i meg...<br />alt står stille ... ingen grunn for å være redd<br /><br />vinden fra østen tar over min sydlandsk vind<br />den røre meg... beruset meg i en bølge <br />av alle de bølgene som kan ta livet av meg<br /><br />jeg vil ikke løpe eller gå.. jeg blir urokkelig i samme sted <br />bettat av vinden som begjæret og kjæretegnet min helhelt<br />noe som jeg ikke ville la det skjer <br />har allerede skjedd<br /><br />Elegant ... generøs ... kjærlig ... <br />musikken i meg som aldri før har funnet sted<br />i den vakre byen hvor jeg aldri har bodd før<br /><br />pusten av våren med alt sin praktfull <br />varme og provoserende vekkende makt<br />vekker meg og<br />her sitter jeg med mine tanker <br /><br />jeg er alene... i den vakre verden...hvor en del sover<br />en rolig og drømmeløse natt... <br />den blir ikke min siste natt<br /><br />den er en av hundretusen netter<br />hvor jeg sover alene<br />alene med mine tanker<br />og mine våkene drømmer<br /><br />men jeg har dere i meg... i mine tanker <br />så jeg er ikke alene likevel<br />jeg har din musikk i meg som holde meg <br />med selskap og din latter <br /><br />jeg har disse barn som elsker meg uten at de<br />vet det ... fordi jeg elsker dem<br />jeg har en kjærlighet som er støre <br />i selve kjærligheten<br /><br />jeg elsker å leve<br />elsker du å leve?<br /><br />Den stund er noe som har en dyp betydningsfull<br />og en verdig for selve menneskeheten<br />og den er min eneste sekund <br />hvor jeg kan dele mitt liv med deg/dere<br /><br />det er vel mer om reklame om kjærlighet <br />det er selve ironi ... ironi som ikke har et navn<br />det er noe som bør skapes<br /><br />det er noe som er helt unik<br />stund... sekund ...<br />for å bli skapet<br />et liv...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-8382150162685201593?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1737662513821847502007-04-17T17:57:00.000+02:002007-04-17T17:57:02.293+02:00I woke up early in the morning<br />I wanted to write about friends<br />but syddenly someone´s brutality shook me <br /><br />How could you shatter other´s dreams<br />and then shatter your own<br />what happened in that mind?<br />was he so lonely?<br /><br />Maybe if I had been there <br />to hug him<br />the news could have talked other things<br /><br />But it was to late<br />your friends didn´t know the tragedy inside your soul<br />I don´t feel very well<br /><br />But we must continue...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-173766251382184750?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-26332412028840766122007-04-13T13:38:00.000+02:002007-04-17T23:57:00.070+02:00The beauty of love <br />is a construction <br />if you belive in that <br /><br />day after day <br />have we a new <br />sun to feel<br /><br />we are walking naked<br />in the most beautiful place<br />... the earth<br /><br />where the risk<br />to fall down and deep,<br />in one thousand possibilities<br />can be a way to exist<br /><br />Every direction <br />is just <br />a choice to follow<br /><br />what makes the difference <br />is if your choice <br />was made with your heart<br />or without it <br /><br />If we belive in that !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-2633241202884076612?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-74676500532266939542007-04-12T14:35:00.000+02:002007-04-12T15:15:32.906+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/Rh4sPGt9usI/AAAAAAAAAAc/X26SN1bZgQg/s1600-h/Mozart_drawing_by_Doris_Stock_1789.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/Rh4sPGt9usI/AAAAAAAAAAc/X26SN1bZgQg/s200/Mozart_drawing_by_Doris_Stock_1789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052524469969337026" /></a><br />Amadeus came to me like a ghost of the ghostly<br />...he played his music from 1785<br />I could not sleep one... two... nights<br /><br />I just let the music pass through my soul<br />my body started to dance with it<br />I can make an unreal opera from it<br /><br />The streets were screaming<br />I just listened the whispers<br />whisper in my ears<br /><br />his music<br />a wind<br />with<br />wings<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-7467650053226693954?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-4501652048830687032007-04-08T23:18:00.000+02:002007-04-12T15:10:36.207+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RhlhQv4gauI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C69i8NS0yJw/s1600-h/7221BD.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oUQHvn3vYeY/RhlhQv4gauI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C69i8NS0yJw/s200/7221BD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051175397431995106" /></a><br />It can be easy <br />it can be dangerous<br />it can be a fantasy<br />it can be a cruel reality<br />or it can be<br />just another path<br />to continue with life<br />and continue<br /><br />We are here in this<br />strange world<br />with ciber conections<br />and real persons<br /><br />it<br />makes our reality <br />more complex<br /><br />we are here <br />in a plastic world<br />with reals dolls<br />and real people<br /><br />I love this world<br />however it is<br />it makes me crazy<br />and makes me clear<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-450165204883068703?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1175365816533630352007-03-31T20:53:00.000+02:002007-03-31T21:30:16.540+02:00My sense are open<br />I can touch <br />I can feel<br />I can smell<br /><br />Before <br />after<br />in the morning <br />or the night<br /><br />Where are you?<br />I can´t touch<br />I can´t smell<br />I can´t feel<br /><br />Where I am?<br />here in the <br />best place <br />my self<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-117536581653363035?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1175202647107098702007-03-29T23:41:00.000+02:002007-03-30T00:24:20.196+02:00It is beautiful to be a life <br />been 3 or 44 years old<br />it is beautiful <br />feel love <br />in our heart<br />a real free love<br /><br />Have my hands <br />to give warm<br />to the childrens<br />to the trees<br />be mother<br />be woman<br />exist in the middle<br />of this complex world<br /><br />Love the past <br />and love the present<br />love the time <br />although this time not shining<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-117520264710709870?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1175117336399055662007-03-29T00:23:00.000+02:002007-03-29T00:31:47.970+02:00Our daugthers <br />our sons<br />are our hope<br /><br />Make peace<br />make love<br />make a better <br />world<br /><br />sounds naiv<br />but is real<br /><br />Love <br />your brother<br />and your sister<br />more than you do with<br />other things<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-117511733639905566?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1168291797051783072007-01-08T22:13:00.000+01:002007-08-07T12:39:28.003+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/1600/843377/Boytomato190w%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/400/920905/Boytomato190w%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />When words are not enough<br />your words are coming and the sadness disappear<br />When the pain take over <br />I just close my eyes <br />and cry<br />Nothing to hide<br />just human feelings<br />I still am a live <br />I will continue to fight <br />in the true world <br />the place, where exist <br />enough reasons <br />to continue<br />to be<br />to love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-116829179705178307?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1167652153405789742007-01-01T12:41:00.000+01:002007-01-08T22:34:32.956+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/1600/262548/DSCN0057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/320/55785/DSCN0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Foto: Janssens<br /><br />Hope<br />is all we need<br />in a true reality<br />where the humanity<br />has been lost...<br /><br />Have you asked<br />anyone?<br />Where can we find <br />our selfs?<br /><br /><br /><br />Just a moment <br />to be my self again <br />and again<br /><br />A new possibility <br />to be<br />in this new time<br /><br />My nature way ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-116765215340578974?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1167324228229767592006-12-28T17:36:00.000+01:002006-12-28T17:43:48.236+01:00Little children<br />you want not come<br />no any more<br /><br />You tell the sky<br />you are in the <br />stars<br /><br />We ascared you<br />we put you away<br />we crying you<br />for ever<br /><br />everything <br />has go away<br /><br />But you <br />little children<br />you grow up <br /><br />in the sky<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-116732422822976759?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1166386053810881962006-12-17T21:04:00.000+01:002007-08-15T13:16:52.062+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/1600/183924/DSCN0054.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/320/751702/DSCN0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Designios <br />haceres<br />la más bella<br />hacedora <br /><br />la naturaleza<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Foto : Janssens<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-116638605381088196?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1164138729675270392006-11-21T20:24:00.000+01:002006-11-22T15:26:03.846+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/1600/482530/Zoom.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7661/4166/200/4308/Zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Se habre la vida los sueños ,los humanos , el cielo nordico de las 11.45 Encuentros antiguos en este nuevo tiempo de deshilachadas metaforas callejeras deambulantes . Nada mas bello que un largo diálogo con la libertad. Aquella de ser de sentir . La nicotina se va posando en mis huesos cual un balsamo que calma la frenética quietud.<br /><br />Jeg er gravid.Verden har gitt meg mange barn. Lenge siden sist at jeg føler min egen jeg uten betydning uten menning og mål. En levende vesen av alle vesene som går rundt på kveldene og lever eller dør. Vandrende spøkelser finnes hvor selve livet takker dette øyebliket.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-116413872967527039?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1164113363363489392006-11-21T13:44:00.000+01:002006-11-21T13:55:21.450+01:00Solo las palabras <br />cobrarán sentido <br />al final de tus pasos <br /><br />dejando huellas <br />profundas en la piel<br />de esta memoria<br /><br />ancestral<br />donde el publico<br />cobra una vital<br />importancia<br /><br />a la existencia<br />de los muertos<br />caminantes <br />entre esta <br />podredumbre<br />capitalista.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-116411336336348939?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37148442.post-1162684618856262242006-11-05T00:34:00.000+01:002006-11-05T00:56:58.863+01:00en el lugar mas profundo <br />te eneredas <br />rozando esta piel<br /><br />las bocas<br />no temen el beso<br />deseo <br /><br />depiertas <br />mi sueño <br />calmo en un beso<br /><br /> beso<br />tu boca <br />sin comprender <br />el beso<br /><br />acerco el deseo <br />al tuyo<br />tus palabras<br /><br />sin palabras<br />una respiración<br />agitada<br /><br />deseo de poseerme<br />poseerte<br />lamiendo <br />tu deseo<br /><br />contigo <br />no tengo <br />fantasmas paternales<br /><br />es tu frace<br /><br />sedienta <br />me hacerco <br /> a tu sed <br /><br />suena tu alarma …<br /><br />me despierto<br /><br /><em>Help, I have done it again<br />I have been here many times before<br />I hurt myself again today<br />And, worst part is there´s no-one else to blame<br />Be my friend<br />Hold me, wrap me up<br />Unfold me<br />I am small<br />I´m needy<br />Warm me up<br />And breathe me</em><br /><br />quisiera <br />que estas letras <br />tengan <br />la real melodia <br />que me ha despertado<br /><br />tu…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37148442-116268461885626224?l=villfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vilma Rubihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14788348528643088460noreply@blogger.com0