I have seen an angel, wearing one of its broken wings, crying, holding the pen to write but had nowhere to translate his writing. In the other hand, he held his wounded soul, as if the heart vanished in silence, I wanted to know if it was pain or the fact of not being able to fly or write sad, I went to see him and I saw with stupor, that I looked like.
The angel is not sad, just lay as a spring inside because he is not allowed to fall from heaven.
An angel cries, when the light of the soul has gone out when a wing has broken and we are condemned to walk among mortals when it changes its brightness to embrace and surrender its life.
An angel weeps when love has gone and the fast-flowing river has dried up of innocence, of beauty, of the subtlety of the enamored soul, seeing the legs of the mired souls who have lost the gift of walking, between stanzas of poetry, that they have lost the gift of opening their hearts, to the love that lives hidden among stories, between stories and prophecies, they have lost their amazement and surprise, they have lost the gift of love.
An angel cries, when love has gone to oblivion when the hooting of the wind cannot overcome the deep silence of a love that has departed or a friendship disguised as deception.
An angel cries knowing that someone has left, walking after other steps on a lost path, dressed in mourning because his mission and reason for existence are over.
Losing a wing, only means, becoming human and not being able to love, forgetting how to dream, what love is like and how it is to truly love, from the depths of the soul, without letting ourselves be embraced.
Therefore, in a distant path, where dream and reality come together, where dreams of past lives become future realities, there, where the name awaits perennial, where the light baggage becomes, where the word floats and the letters spill beyond the dream of dreams itself, on the threshold of the crow that perches on the lintel, beyond the mortal body and soul, where beings and ghosts are one, forgetful of journeys and captive souls, in the secluded corner, hidden obscurity that seizes, where the wind and the mist listen silences and the crowd in lost dawns, in your memory that lathe, smoke of molten ash, in the desperate cry, oppression of vague prejudices, in the muddied mind, poisons of tormented blood, beyond name and disorder, in normal sanity of madness, on the other side of this masquerade, hiding unbridled passions.
There, distant lands of blessed insolence, in wind and fire, air and smoke, in the dream of dreams.
There and only there, I will find the name of an Angel with broken wings.

When you are inspired by some great purpose or extraordinary project, for a love, thoughts break the barriers, the mind transcends its limitations, awareness expands in all directions and you find yourself in a new wonderful world.
The pages of your soul open and your heart blooms for your dreams.
Your feelings like butterflies fly and forces, faculties and sleeping talents come to life.
At that moment you realize that you are much bigger than you would ever have dreamed of and a smile can become the best gift of your life.

A blessing you painted with the flavor of life,
Soothing words with the muse of love;
Patterns!
With the colors of life;
Magic! !
With the colors of love;
North view,
South view,
East view,
West view! ! !
A blessing you painted with the romance of nature;
Like the sun and the windmill,
With the doorway of peace.

Two young ladies arrived a Meeting wearing clothes that were quite revealing their body parts. Here is what the Chairman told them: He took a good look at them and made them sit. Then he said something that, they might never forget in their life. He looked at them straight in the eyes and said; "ladies, everything that God made valuable in this world is well covered and hardly to see, find or get.

1. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground, covered and protected.

2. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected in a beautiful shell.

3. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers of rock and to get them, you have to work hard & dig deep down to get them.

He looked at them with serious eyes and said;
"Your body is sacred & unique" You are far more precious than gold, diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too."So he added that, if you keep your treasured mineral just like gold, diamond and pearls, deeply covered up, a reputable mining organization with the requisite machinery will fly down and conduct years of extensive exploration.
First, they will contact your government (family), sign professional contracts (wedding) and mine you professionally( legal marriage).But if you leave your precious minerals uncovered on the surface of the earth, you always attract a lot of illegal miners to come and mine you illegally. Everybody will just pick up their crude instruments and just have a dig on you just freely like that. Keep your bodies deeply covered so that it invite professional miners to chase you.
Let us all encourage our wives, friends and daughters to dress well and decent!

I Remember

Wide-eyes in amber hues brimming with salty tears
Four years old in red ruffles and day of the week *******
Mama’s precious baby girl
Trembling, frozen with fear, cold and confused
Silenced, but I remember

Truth or dare on the trampoline
Triple dog five-second French kiss or eat worms
Mama’s little daredevil
and innocent boys following the footsteps of their forefathers
Busted, I remember

Open window and moonlit shadows dancing on the wall
Thirteen and rebellious; Mama’s little wild child
“Everyone else is doing it. Don’t you love me?”
Pressured, I remember

Head down, tears flowing, pushing past the picket line
Fifteen and pregnant, Mama’s ***** *****
Cold steel forced inside me, life ripped from my womb
“MURDERER!” I remember

Strobe lights and rap music, twerking teenage dreams
Sixteen with nothing to lose, Mama’s party girl
Beer run – two guys in a Chevy truck looking for some fun
“Drink up baby girl.”
Room spinning, losing consciousness. I remember

Bright lights, bloodshot eyes, and grunting,
hip bones pounding into supple flesh
Incoherent but coming to, Mama’s naive fool.
Struggling to scream and unable to move
Tossed curbside next to the trashcan, battered and used.
Damaged, I remember

Butterflies taking flight, head floating in the clouds
Young and reckless, making plans for the future
They said we’d never make it so we set out to prove them wrong
Independent and headstrong, Mama’s ******* the run.
Head over heels, I remember

Dimly lit room, cold gel smeared across my belly
fluttering of a tiny heartbeat, fear and joy intertwined
Mama’s gift from the heavens, I shall protect you with my life
I often dreamed of the day I would cradle you in my arms
My existence had a purpose, I remember

Blood dripping down trembling legs,
Blurry lights passing by in a frenzied pace
pain unimaginable as the room fades to black.
Floating between dimensions, struggling to find my way back.
Wings gifted, Mama’s little angel
Inconsolable, I remember

Silence shattered like broken glass
“Ms. Daigle, I’m afraid you may never bear children…”
A woman’s worth destroyed in thirteen syllables
Fertile soil now barren – hopeful heart destroyed and abandoned
Mama said it was for the best, I remember

Consumed by heartache, weighted by grief and despair
I sought love in the form of flying fists and rage
Black eyes and body bruises, Mama taught me well
I deserved it, I remember

Surgical steel piercing my vein
Injecting poison to numb my pain
Mama’s little ******
There was no escape, I remember.

The body has gone limp, heartbeat slowing
Discarded by a coward, left there overdosing
Silent screams as tears rolled down my cheeks
***** staining sweat-soaked sheets
I am fading and Mama can’t save me now
but I was born a warrior, I remembered

I begged God for mercy and fought my way back to the light
Never again will I be swallowed by the darkness of the night
I am immortal, and I remember everything.

I threw in the towel,
God threw it back
and said,
"Wipe your face,
you're almost there"

Tell the story of a caterpillar that God spoke to him and told him that he would do great things with her, who would transform her life and everyone would be wonderful about her, just had to do something, " go to the
Going to the mountain, woah!, it would seem impossible for a little caterpillar, but she didn't care, started her journey with a single fervent purpose inside, reaching the mountain.
The first day was more than an hour moving and advanced little more than 2 meters. But it didn't matter, I had faith that it would come
Then he found the trunk of a great fallen oak.
How hard would it be to get to the other side!, however, there was no other way
In his trance a spider saw him from afar and quickly approached him curious to know what the caterpillar would do.
The Caterpillar to see him already something tired asked him help to cross over the trunk and the same questioned him for what.
To what he answered very enthusiastic: I'm going to the mountain!
The Spider only mocked her and expressed her that with her size and her condition would be impossible, she would never reach the mountain.
However, the oruguita still without help from the spider, and his desire to reach his goal, spent 2 days and could cross the trunk.
Although she was tired, her forces were renewed when she listened to her inner voice that she would reach the mountain.
On his trip he met a lake. What a difficult situation!
I didn't know how to ride the other side.
Suddenly he saw a frog, his hopeful eyes shone without ceasing and asked him kindly help to cross the other side.
When the frog knew the purpose, of "reaching the mountain", he mocked with cravings, it was crazy, he would not witness his failure. So he left and left him alone.
The little girl saddened to be alone and that no one helped her, took deep breath and climbed to a fallen leaf of a tree.
I knew that by the water stream could fall, but there was no other way to get to the other side of the lake.
So he clung to the leaf and was more than a day spinning in circles until he finally reached the shore.
It was awesome, everyone to see it was caught, the oruguita did not fail, just went ahead no matter what had traveled, I just wanted to reach the mountain with his eyes placed on the goal.
Already very tired, after such a long tour, he saw the mountain closer than before, but with pain in his gaze witnessed that he was still far and because he felt he was fading, and suddenly, he succumbed his face on earth.
All animals, insects that had heard of the oruguita, of their fervent longing to go to the mountain, although they did not help him, felt to make him a burial worthy for his perseverance and wrapped it in a cocoon and the spider put it on top of A tree for everyone to remember the brave oruguita.
As time passed, something unexpected happened, the cocoon broke and sprouted from this beautiful butterfly with beautiful wings.
No one understood anything, the oruguita yes, and cried with all his being:
Now I'm going to the mountain!!!
God promised me and he's waiting for me!!!

When God tells you: go, go, do this or that!
Don't stop even if the whole world opposes, even the closest, don't stop to reach your dreams.
Well, if God spoke to you, only you can understand.
Remember that the kingdom of heaven is madness for those who are lost.
The Kingdom of heaven is strong and only the brave take it away.

" blessed is the man who supports temptation; because when he has resisted the test, he will receive the crown of life, that God has promised those who love him."
(James 1:12)

" Behold, I come soon; hold what you have, so that none take your crown."
(Revelation 3:11)