Just another WordPress.com weblog

Archive for November, 2009

For The First Time

 

Are those your eyes
Is that your smile
I’ve been looking at you forever
yet I never saw you before
Are these your hands holding mine
Now I wonder how I could have been so blind
And for the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time I’m seeing who you are
I can’t believe how much I see
when you’re looking back at me
now I understand what love is, love is
for the first time
Can this be real
Can this be true
Am I the person I was this morning
and are you the same you
It’s all so strange
How can it be
All along this love was right in front of me
And for the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time I’m seeing who you are
I can’t believe how much I see
when you’re looking back at me
now I understand what love is, love is
for the first time
Such a long time ago I had given up
on finding this emotion ever again
But you’re here with me now
Yes I found you somehow
and I’ve never been so sure
And for the first time I am looking in your eyes
For the first time I’m seeing who you are
Can’t believe how much I see
when you’re looking back at me
Now I understand what love is, love is
for the first time
For the first time …. 

 

Jed Madela


Jed Madela


Mama’s Arms

Mama’s Arms

Going back to a tender age
so full of confusion and rage
Daddy says Boys your Mama’s gone.
Theres a hand on your shoulder as you’re throwing dirt
someone says Time heals the hurt.
Little man you got to keep on keepin on
but all you want is Mama’s arms.
You ride back home in a limosine
the saddest car that you’ve ever seen
your brother can not look you in the eye.
Lightning strikes thunder roars
an early winter in that heart of yours
but you swear you won’t let them see you cry
’cause all you want is Mama’s arms.
The neighbors come and bring you pies
endless words and futile sighs
and you run up to your room and lock the door.
And there you are in your Sunday best
the way your Mama would have had you dressed
and you realize it doesn’t matter anymore
’cause all you want is Mamas arms.
Round and round and round it goes.
The seasons change the young boy grows
to understand its all part of some plan.
You used to wonder what its all about.
Now those are questions you can do without.
You laugh them off and do the best you can
All you want is Mama’s arms
All you want is Mama’s arms

Song .. Ronan Keating
 


Me , Myself and I

Me, Myself and I


 




Ray                                      Agnieszka Alejandro                    Denis                             Sabrina

Thank you so much for these precious and beautiful gifts my dear friends. I love you all !!!


Coincidence – Meeting

Coincidence – Meeting In Chicago

About
one and a half year ago, I was on vacation, visiting my relatives in Chicago.I had
the most memorable holidays I’ve ever had. It was sunny hot summer,at home my
Aunt  decided  we should go out to the porch and sit around.
While watching their beautiful gardens full of beautiful plants and flowers and
of course we had some cold drinks and some snacks, we talked about so many
things about our families and how they are, having laughs and looking back how
it was being together. After awhile a young woman entered the back gate and came
in, from far it looks like I knew her from somewhere. As she came nearer and
nearer,I knew I know her, she ran towards me and screamed, and she said what’re
you doing here. I ask her back what’re you doing here. Everyone was surprise why we’re screaming. We both just said we are best friends, but we’ve lost contact with each other  for sometime .Me and my friend Pury never knew that my cousin is married to her cousin.
After awhile we all decided to go in the house to prepare food for dinner. I sat down and took the magazine from the table and an invitation card fell off. I read the card and there was a name printed Carlos L. And I ask my Aunt from where is this Carlos L. She said they used to lived  in London. I said to my Aunt, we were all close friends in London before.That day my Aunt phoned him and made arrangement to meet him the following day without telling him I was there .It was for Carlos a big surprise too, how we all met together again.

Whatacoincidence,meeting friends somewhere you’ve never thought of meeting anyone.

Back in London, we were best friends, very close friends. We had the best times
together with few of our friends. Because of joining their families somewhere across
the other side of the atlantic and moving houses, addresses and contacts were
broken. No communications for such a time but we remained close and best of
friends.For my true friends no matter how near or far you might be, you’re all teasured in my heart.

My friends and my happy memories with all, couldn’t be replaced with anything else in this world. “The world is really small for True Friends.”